A 20 year old , jobless human being . Wasted life watching anime and dreaming fantasy. Wasted parents money on studying abroad and accomplishing nothing in the end losing confidence and giving up on life and just surviving like a leech on my parents money . I was ashamed. I regretted but there was no way i can change my life.....or so i thought.
I still remember it was past midnight I couldn't sleep that night.
Rain was tapping on the window, soft but steady, like it was trying to say something. My room was dark except for the glow of my laptop screen. I was watching one of my favorite fantasy shows again—something to escape, even just for a while.
Then I heard a loud thud. Not from the show—real. From inside the house.
I paused everything. My heart raced for a second. But then, silence. No footsteps, no voices. Just the rain.
I told myself it was nothing. I pressed play again, pretended it didn't matter. But something inside me felt off, like a string had snapped quietly.
The next morning, the house was too quiet.
I walked into the kitchen. The air was cold. The table was a mess—spilled tea, open envelopes, and a letter. I picked it up with shaking hands.
"We never stopped loving you. But we didn't know how to hold you when the world started judging. Forgive us, not for giving up on you, but for giving up on ourselves."
There was a photo inside—me, years ago, smiling with cake on my face. I stared at it for what felt like forever.
And then I realized.
They were gone.
I don't remember much after that.
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the letter, my eyes burning, my heart empty. The photo was in my hand, but it didn't feel real anymore. Nothing did.
I couldn't cry. I didn't scream. I just stood there for hours, like time had forgotten me.
Then something strange happened.
The rain outside stopped. Completely. Not slowly, not fading—just gone, like someone pressed mute on the world. That silence… it was too perfect.
I turned toward the hallway, and everything around me began to blur. The walls stretched like shadows, the lights flickered, and my own body felt heavy, like sinking underwater.
I tried to move, but my legs gave out. The floor wasn't there anymore. Just darkness. Soft, quiet, calm.
And then—I was falling.
Not fast. Just gently floating downward through empty space. It was warm, somehow. Peaceful.
A voice spoke , not from outside but inside me. Not soft. Not kind. It felt like it was cut from stone and iron, pressing against my chest:
"YOU DID NOT DIE. YOU WERE DISCARDED."
"LOVED? ONCE. UNTIL YOU BECAME A BURDEN."
"This world won't offer comfort. No second chances. No warmth. You will crawl, bleed, break—and if you're lucky, learn why you were spared."
I couldn't reply. I was paralyzed—body, mind, everything. Memories swarmed me: my failures, my regrets, their final words.
Then, blinding light.
And I woke up in dirt. Cold, wet soil under my hands. I heard distant growls, saw strange trees bent unnaturally, and felt a heaviness in the air like the world itself wanted me to struggle.
I was no longer in my house.
I was somewhere cruel.
Then came the thud. Ground-shaking. The bushes behind him exploded in a rain of bark and dirt, and from the chaos lumbered a magical beast: massive, plated in cracked obsidian armor, a Gorthanak hybrid of rhinoceros and war machine. Horns sprouted in unnatural directions, its breath glowing faintly, like magma fuming from a furnace.
Status Window: [Territorial Juggernaut – Gorthanak]
🐗 Level: 45 🌋 Species: Obsidian-Horned Warden 🛡️ Affinity: Earth / Magma 🧠 Intelligence: Low ⚔️ Skills: 💥 Molten Gore – flaming charge 📢 Seismic Roar – terrain-shaking stun 🧱 Stonehide Carapace – high physical defense.
I barely had time to scream before my legs were moving on instinct.
The ground trembled beneath my feet, soft soil splitting with each quaking step of the thing behind me. I didn't dare look back—not at first. I already knew what I'd seen. That monster wasn't born from nature. It was confirm that i was not on EARTH.
I darted through the warped forest, heart pounding like war drums. Behind me, Gorthanak tore through the trees with relentless rage, its obsidian horn shredding bark and stone like paper.
I darted through the warped forest, heart pounding like war drums. Behind me, Gorthanak tore through the trees with relentless rage, its obsidian horn shredding bark and stone like paper.
But then, the ground shook again.
From the misted ridge ahead emerged something far larger—taller than a house, leaner than any beast should be. Its skin shimmered with mirrored scales, reflecting warped fragments of the forest around it. Eyes like fractured crystal locked onto Gorthanak with disdain.
Status Window: [Wildborne Tyrant - Erixur]
🧬 Species: Apex Predator 🔥 Level: 50 🧠 Intelligence: High 🛡️ Affinity: Spectral Elemental, Forest Bound 📌 Skills:
- Phantom Rend — tears through magical defenses
- Rootlash Quake — summons seismic vines
- Predator's Law — suppresses enemies below Lv. 40
It let out a low growl—more vibration than sound. Gorthanak roared and charged, but before I could witness the clash of titans, instinct screamed louder.
I ran. Again.
Just when I thought the nightmare had taken a pause, I found a cave.
"Maybe.....shelter?"
I stepped in—and froze.
Inside, glowing eyes opened one by one. Not one. Not two. Five.
Bear-like beasts, bristling with fur woven from stone and flame. Their growls reverberated through the cave walls.
Status Window: [Cragfang Ursans]
🐻 Level: 40 🧬 Species: Magical Beast 🔥 Element: Earth / Fire 👥 Behavior: Pack protectors, aggressive to intruders.
I ran before their growls turned to roars.
The cave spit me out just in time—but I wasn't watching my step.
The cliff edge came suddenly.
The air vanished beneath me.
I fell.
Tumbled through shadow, scraped against jagged rock, until the world caught me—not with softness, but with harsh mercy.
I landed in a ravine, half-buried in wet soil, the sky a sliver above. Breathing hurt. Thinking hurt. But I was alive.
And for the first time... I wasn't running.
I lay there, staring at the stars for a moment. Then I whispered:
"This is just like those isekai stories… but I didn't sign up for this."
No goddess. No overpowered skill. No sword. Just... me. Tossed here like trash.
I hate whoever did this. They have to pay for this.
They didn't ask. Didn't explain. Just flung me into suffering without a second thought.
But that ends now.
I stood, shaking, and called up the status window.
🧍 Status Window: [Unnamed Human]
💠 Level: 1 🏷️ Class: None 🧠 Affinity: Unknown ⚡ Skills: None 📈 EXP: 0 / 100 🧭 Titles: None 🕳️ Passive skills: None
"No more wasting life. No more shame. I'll grow stronger. Crawl if I have to. Bleed, fight, fall—until I can kill whoever brought me here."
The ravine was silent, waiting.
And somewhere deep inside me, something stopped being afraid.
NOW TO PRESENT.....how do i level up when i am level 1 weakest of all. The magic beast here are way too overpowered for me....
But for now i should name myself....THE NAME THAT MY PARENTS GAVE TO ME"CID"
Short names characters are always powerful in animes and novels.
The name problem has been dealt with...
🧍 Status Window: [CID]
💠 Level: 1 🏷️ Class: None 🧠 Affinity: Unknown ⚡ Skills: None 📈 EXP: 0 / 100 🧭 Titles: None 🕳️ Passive skills: None
i whisper to the air:
"How do I level up when everything out there could flatten me?"
CID sits in silence, his breath steadying, eyes scanning the jagged cliff above. No monsters roar. No blades fall. Just the whisper of water flowing behind him—where his battered body first emerged from the fall.
The world doesn't speak, but it listens.
He stares toward the river.
Then the thought comes—not loudly, not suddenly. Just… clear.
"FISHES"
Not friendly. Not cute. Level 10, even at their smallest. Magic-imbued fins, scales hard as dull glass, fast as whispers on the wind. But they're flesh. They're food. And they bleed.
CID's jaw tightens.
"If I can kill one… I can eat. I can level up. Survive one night. Become something more."
He doesn't speak.
He just moves—slow, sure, deliberate. Not as prey. But as someone who remembers what it felt like to drown and chose to breathe again.
Tonight, CID isn't hunting for strength.
He's earning the right to continue........