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## **Chapter 1: Rebirth of the Rejected**
Darkness.
That was all Veer could feel.
It was as though his entire soul had been ripped from existence and hurled through a cold, endless void.
Then — pain.
A searing ache split his head apart, and he gasped, eyes flying open as his body trembled from the shock. He clutched his forehead, sweat pouring down his face.
"Where… am I?" he groaned.
Memories that weren't his own flooded into his mind. A lifetime of experiences, emotions, and thoughts that belonged to someone else — yet now felt as if they were his.
He sat in silence for a long while, sorting through the memories. Slowly, it became clear.
He had died in his world.
And he had been **reincarnated** into another — a world full of **fantasy, warriors, and power**.
And oddly enough, the name of this body's previous owner… was also **Veer Singh**.
But this Veer's life had been far from blessed.
The Veer Singh of this world was the **eldest son of the Singh family**, one of the powerful families in **Amar Nagar**. But power in this world was everything. Your worth was decided by your ability to cultivate strength — to become a **Warrior**, a **Great Warrior**, a **Warrior King**, or higher.
And this body's Veer Singh?
He had no talent.
He couldn't absorb spiritual energy. He couldn't fight. He couldn't cultivate. In a world where strength was law, he was worse than a commoner. He was a disgrace to the Singh family, a joke, an embarrassment.
From the moment he turned ten, the family stopped caring about him. His father never looked at him. His uncles, cousins, and elders treated him like a burden. He had been cast out of the family manor, made to live in a broken, rundown house near the outer edge of their estate.
Only one person had ever shown him love — his mother, **Rakha**.
Rakha had been a kind and gentle woman. No matter how the Singh family treated her son, she protected him fiercely. She cooked for him, defended him, gave him love and warmth even when the world turned its back on them.
Under her care, life — though hard — still had light.
But that light had been extinguished a month ago.
The **Mishra family**, a long-time rival of the Singhs, ambushed Rakha in broad daylight. They said it was an "accident," a "misunderstanding." The Singh family claimed they had no obligation to protect someone "unworthy of the family blood."
Rakha died with no justice. Her belongings — her few savings, her jewelry — were passed down to Veer.
But the Singh family quickly seized them, saying, *"He's a waste. He can't handle money. It's better used for the family."*
Then, without ceremony, they kicked him out entirely — sending him to the slums of Amar Nagar. A place filled with poverty, crime, and danger.
And in that hellhole, just a few days ago, thugs broke into his home, demanding "security money." When he refused, they beat him mercilessly and left him for dead.
That was the end of the old Veer.
And the beginning of the new one.
Now, the reincarnated Veer stood silently, absorbing the weight of everything.
"So this is the life I've inherited," he murmured, staring at his bruised arms.
He looked around the shack — cracked walls, a sagging wooden ceiling, a shattered window, and a torn bed. Dust coated everything. In one corner, a broken **clay pot** sat beside a rusted metal plate.
He tried to stand, but pain shot through his ribs. He winced, slowly getting up and walking to the pot. He dipped a trembling hand into the cold water and took a shallow sip.
His lips were dry. His stomach growled. He was alone.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "I couldn't save you."
He wasn't sure if he was talking to his mother… or to the old Veer whose life he had taken over.
"But I swear on your pain… on your memories… I will carry your will."
His fists clenched.
"If I gain strength… I will destroy those who wronged you."
As he said those words, something inside him shifted.
A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest — not painful, but powerful. A light flickered in the center of his being.
Then—
> **\[Ding!]**
> **Soul Integration: Complete.**
> **Unique System Detected…**
> **Binding 'Attributed System' to Host: Veer Singh...**
> **System Initialization in Progress...**
Veer's eyes widened. "What… what is this?"
> **Welcome, Host. You have been chosen by the Attributed System.**
> **This world judges by strength. This system will help you forge your own path to power.**
A glowing, transparent panel appeared in front of him — hovering in midair, only visible to his eyes.
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**\[Attributed System – Core Status]**
**Name:** Veer Singh
**Age:** 14
**Warrior Level:** None
**Talent Grade:** Below Average
**Attributes:** Locked
**Skill Slots:** 0
**Mission:** Survive. Awaken. Avenge.
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> **Your soul has been recognized. System now scanning for attribute compatibility…**
> **Scanning…**
> **Scanning…**
> **Primary Attribute Affinity Found: none]**
> **Sub-Attribute Detected: \[Willpower]**
> **Special Trait: Rebirth Soul – Increases resistance to despair, pain, and spiritual damage.**
Veer stared at the glowing panel, stunned.
A **system**. A real system.
He had read about things like this in his old life — game-like abilities, power systems tied to characters. But this wasn't a game.
This was real.
And it had chosen **him**.
"I'm not talented," he said quietly. "I'm not strong."
He looked down at his thin, scarred hands.
"But I won't stay weak."
His voice grew stronger.
"I will rise… not for glory. But for revenge. For justice. For her."
> **Attributed System: Bound.**