MTL NOVEL Chapter 1: chapter 1 Eldoria
A storm raged in the night sky, thunder echoing like the drums of war.
On the battlefield beneath it, countless players clashed, their weapons flashing through the darkness. Spells erupted in brilliant colors, arrows rained like a storm, and the cries of the dying filled the air.
At the center of it all stood Ethan Vale, the strongest archer in Eldoria—leader of the Nightfall Hunters, a guild that had once rivaled the great superpowers.
Now, he was alone.
His so-called allies had already fallen, and the enemy forces—a coalition of super guilds—had surrounded him.
"Ethan Vale, surrender!" a voice boomed across the battlefield.
A knight in golden armor stepped forward—Varkus, the Guild Leader of Celestial Empire, one of the top super guilds. Beside him stood Miranda Vale, Ethan's stepsister, the person he had trusted the most.
Ethan wiped the blood from his mouth and let out a hoarse laugh. "Surrender? Do you take me for a fool?"
He notched an arrow, his legendary bow, Shadowpiercer, humming with power. He had already lost too much. His friends, his guild, his reputation.
But if he was going to die, he'd take them all with him.
He unleashed a storm of arrows.
Explosions followed. Screams filled the battlefield. Even now, Ethan's skill was unmatched—he wove between spells, dodging swords, striking down warriors and mages alike.
But it wasn't enough.
The numbers were against him.
His health was dropping fast, his mana dangerously low. 100 HP… 80… 50…
Still, he fought.
Until suddenly—
A familiar warmth pressed against his back.
"Brother," Miranda whispered in his ear.
Ethan's eyes widened. His guard dropped for one second.
That was all she needed.
A dagger plunged into his heart.
A system notification rang in his ears.
> You have been critically struck! Fatal damage taken.
His vision blurred. Strength left his body.
He stumbled forward, choking on his own blood. Disbelief, pain, and betrayal twisted inside him as he turned to look at her.
His stepsister—his only family—smiled.
"Sorry, big bro," Miranda said, her voice mocking. "Nothing personal. It's just business."
The super guild members laughed as they watched the strongest archer fall.
> System Notification:
You have died. You will lose 10 levels upon revival.
Except this time, there would be no revival.
The Soul-Binding Artifact they had used on him would erase his existence forever.
Ethan collapsed to his knees, his vision fading.
The last thing he saw was Miranda reaching for his legendary bow, looting his corpse like a scavenger.
His heart burned with hatred as everything turned black.
If only… if only I had another chance.
Expand this is more detail this soul binding works only when a trusted person attacked at last a item which deadly
The Soul-Binding Artifact – A Curse of Eternal Erasure
The Soul-Binding Artifact was a relic lost to time, whispered of in legends and feared by all who understood its true nature. Forged in the depths of Eldoria's Forgotten Ruins, it was said to have been created by an ancient god of death—a being who despised the concept of reincarnation and second chances.
Unlike ordinary death penalties, where players could revive after losing levels or items, this artifact ensured a fate far worse: absolute erasure. The victim's soul data was devoured, their existence completely wiped from the game. They could not log in again, could not be resurrected, and even their name would be scrubbed from the game's history. To the world, it would be as if they had never existed.
However, such a powerful curse came with strict conditions.
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The Three Conditions of the Soul-Binding Curse
1. The Final Strike Must Come from a Trusted One
The curse did not activate from just any fatal attack. It required betrayal. The victim had to be killed by someone they explicitly trusted—a guildmate, a sworn ally, or a family member. The system tracked the victim's relationship bonds, monitoring interactions over time. Only a true betrayal could awaken the curse.
2. A Cursed Item Must Deliver the Killing Blow
The weapon dealing the final attack needed to be a Cursed Relic—a blade, bow, or artifact imbued with forbidden alchemy. These weapons were forged through ritual sacrifice, requiring the destruction of a high-tier player's soul to awaken their power. They were feared and despised, as their very presence hinted at a dark crime committed.
3. No Escape, No Resurrection
If both conditions were met, the victim's soul data was instantly consumed. They would not respawn, nor could they be revived by priests, divine spells, or system interventions. Their name would be erased from leaderboards, guild rosters, and even some players' memories. To the world, they would become a ghost, a forgotten legend.
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Ethan Vale's Final Moments
The storm raged on, thunder rolling across the battlefield as Ethan Vale fell to his knees, a dagger buried deep in his heart.
His stepsister, Miranda Vale, stood behind him, her smirk illuminated by the glow of the system notification that appeared before them both.
> Soul-Binding Curse Activated. Your existence is being erased.
Ethan's breath hitched. Not death. Erasure.
His body trembled as a force far greater than pain coiled around his very being. It was as if invisible chains had wrapped around his soul, pulling him toward an abyss that should not exist in the game.
His health bar did not drop to zero—it simply disappeared. His status window vanished, his equipment slots emptied, his very presence being rewritten before his eyes.
He saw his name vanish from the guild roster. The title "Guild Leader of Nightfall Hunters" blinked out of existence. Even his party members' memories seemed to flicker—some of the weaker-willed players around him furrowed their brows, as if momentarily forgetting why they were there.
This wasn't just death. It was a complete removal from history.
"No…" Ethan gasped, trying to summon his strength, but his limbs no longer obeyed him. His fingers barely twitched toward his bow, Shadowpiercer, but even that was being stripped from his existence.
Miranda crouched beside him, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Sorry, big bro," she whispered, mockingly patting his cheek. "Nothing personal. It's just business."
She reached down and plucked Shadowpiercer from his hands, looting his legendary weapon like a scavenger picking apart a corpse.
The super guild members surrounding them laughed.
> You are being erased…
Ethan's vision blurred. The colors of the battlefield drained, the world turning into nothing but an empty void.
No.
He couldn't let it end like this.
Not after everything. Not after the sacrifices, the battles, the victories.
His grip tightened around nothing—his hands were already fading away.
His body turned to dust, his mind unraveling, his very soul being pulled into oblivion.
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A Wish for Another Chance
Somewhere, beyond the boundaries of the system—beyond death, beyond the game—there was only void.
Cold. Empty. Silent.
Ethan floated in the nothingness, his body gone, his name erased.
But his thoughts remained. His will remained.
And in that silence, one desperate wish burned in his fading consciousness.
If only… If only I had another chance.
The void remained silent.
Then—
A faint flicker of light.
A cold, mechanical voice, distant yet omnipotent, whispered in the darkness.
> Wishes… have power.
The flicker grew, expanding into a swirling vortex of blinding radiance.
Ethan felt something pulling him back—not back to the battlefield, but somewhere else. Somewhere before all of this.
> Soul Erasure Complete…
ERROR.
Data Fragment Detected. Attempting Reconstruction.
The system was not meant to restore him. The artifact's curse was absolute.
And yet—
A force stronger than the curse surged through the void.
The light consumed him.