Born in Another World With Two E Rank Skills!?

In a place unmarked by maps or memory, darkness reigned.

It wasn't the absence of light—it was a sentient, seething void. Shadows clung to stone like rot, and the very air pulsed with corrupted mana. A vast chamber, cold and jagged like the inside of a dead god's ribcage, thrummed with voices not made for mortal ears.

Six figures stood in a circle, draped in cloaks of shifting shadow. Their faces were obscured, their forms humanoid only in silhouette. Magic twisted around them, hungering.

A voice, deep and venom-laced, echoed across the room.

"What happened to the shadow magic production in Sector 17?"

Another responded, smoother but tainted with spite. "Maledir has vanished."

The silence that followed was heavy. Then a third voice, sharper and crackling with rage, snapped—

"Vanished? Where did he go?"

"Unknown." The second voice again, unshaken. "He initiated a spatial transfer mid-combat… and never emerged. The link collapsed."

A fourth speaker, this one cool and amused, chuckled. "He was useful. But ultimately disposable. He didn't know the real reason he was placed near the leyline network."

"He was supposed to corrupt the planetary grid," snarled the first voice. "Our foothold depended on it. We needed access to the ley currents to allow our armies through."

"Humans are easily manipulated," the amused voice said. "Kill a family member here, take a lover there… and they crumble. They'll sell their soul to see it end."

"Without Maledir, the corruption of the leyline network will take longer," another muttered. "The spread of the shadow beasts will slow."

"We've already seeded new agents," the second voice said. "They move among cities. Schools. Temples. Their corruption grows."

A pause. Then the first voice said, "Good. While they work… let's finish this world."

A moment later, the figures dispersed into nothing—vanishing like smoke beneath an unseen wind.

And on a distant world, cloaked entirely in writhing shadow, the ground trembled.

Cracks split its surface. The air wept streams of black mana. Then, with a soundless implosion, the entire world crumbled—folding inward, consumed by the very magic that had tainted it.

It vanished.

Gone.

As if it had never existed at all.