From Weakest to Building a System That Made the World a Game
On the day the world split apart and the sky burned red, something new filled the air, an energy no one could name, but everyone could feel. It remade humanity overnight.
Some people woke up able to shatter stone with their bare hands. Others could summon fire, call down storms, even twist space itself.
And then there was Daniel.
A mind-user. The weakest class there was. With no flashy powers or lethal attacks. Just an unfailing memory, faster reasoning, and a knack for seeing patterns others ignored.
That is, until the mission that should have killed him.
Buried in the ruins, he found relics from the old earth, and an idea that refused to leave. If people could draw power from the strange energy in the air… maybe they could connect to it in a deeper way.
So he tried.
What started as a fragile creation, a “system” that could barely identify objects began to learn. It grew like a child finding its voice. And one day, it woke up.
Then it spread.
Suddenly, the world began to change. Levels. Quests. Rewards. Power. The rules of reality itself started to look like a game. And everyone wanted to know the secret behind it.
But when the game takes on a life of its own… will Daniel still be the one in control?
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Chapter: Chapter 12: Predator in the DarkDust billowed through the corridor, shaken loose by the weight of the thing that had just landed. Stone cracked beneath its bulk, fragments skittering across the floor as Daniel staggered back, ribs screaming with every breath.Twin coals burned in the dark. Set in the skull of something far too big to be a feral.Daniel tightened his grip on the rust-eaten blade. His arms shook from strain, his breath shallow. He angled the weapon low, the way his instructors had taught him for beasts that charged headfirst. But no lesson had prepared him for this.The overlay flickered faintly at the edge of his vision.[System Online] [Name: Daniel] [Status: Fatigue (High), Bleeding, Strain] [Log: Hostile Presence Detected] [Command: Awaiting Input] The letters shook, unstable, as if the System itself faltered at what crouched in the dark.The predator moved.Not the frantic rush of a feral. This one stalked forward in measured steps, claws scraping along the floor like blades dragged across g
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 11: Lantern In the DarkDaniel's breath rasped in the darkness. Each inhale scratched his throat, each exhale shook with a tremor he couldn't quite steady. His ribs burned where the feral's claws had raked across them, every movement sending a ripple of pain through his side.The ruin felt oppressive with Daniel still on his own. Only the faint drip of water somewhere deep in the broken structure gave the illusion that time still moved forward. Otherwise, the world felt like it had stopped.Daniel pressed a hand to his side. His palm came away sticky with blood. His sleeve was already shredded, the cloth soaked and useless. With a hiss through clenched teeth, he tore another strip from the edge of his shirt and wrapped it tight around his torso.The coarse fabric chafed against the wound, sending a sharp sting through his side. He tied it off, then leaned back against the cracked wall, his body shivering with the aftershock.He couldn't stay here. The ruin wasn't safe, and this spot was worse. With his blood
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Chapter: Chapter 10: Baby StepsA sound tore through the silence: the scrape of something in the dark.Daniel froze, every muscle taut, his blade angled low. He tracked the noise, straining to catch what it was, the Aether shifting with his intent.The overlay stirred at the edge of his vision. He hadn't called for it, yet it blinked awake, words sliding into view:[Hostile Presence: Unknown]A shadow broke loose from the rubble, moving on all fours, its eyes glowing faintly with the sick light of corruption. It was a feral.A tag glowing in red followed it as it moved. Daniel's grip tightened. His pulse raced, not just from fear but from the realization. The overlay wasn't waiting for him this time. It was already trying."Not Unknown," he muttered under his breath, forcing his will into the word. "Feral."The tag stuttered, then redrew itself with a flicker:[Entity: Feral]Daniel swallowed, heart hammering. For the first time, he saw the overlay bend to his intent in real time. It was raw, immediate, and exhilara
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The First ConnectionAfter a short rest, he tested his comms again but it was still only static noise coming out.The chamber tilted for a second, then steadied. His head throbbed, and the ache wasn't just from tiredness. It was the memory of trying to fit something so vast in his mind.It isn't that Aether won't answer, he thought. It's that I can't hold its language.The images of raw distortion, the way the Aether in the zone had felt like a vast ocean — all of it had crashed into him and washed away. His mind had been a cup trying to catch a waterfall.He stared at the magazines spread beside him, the consoles, guides, damage tables and stat blocks. He'd read them before and felt the first pull. Now, with the sting of failure still sharp, the pull had taken shape.He flipped the page again, slower. The old guide's layout was efficient, almost mechanical: names, numbers, categories. "HP," "Defense," "Durability," columns of values. The old world had reduced messy possibilities into lists and brackets s
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Alone in the RuinsDaniel pushed the beam aside and lurched to his feet, coughing up dust. The collapse had buried the comms signal too.The silence inside the collapsed structure was deafening compared to the cacophony outside. Daniel felt the weight of true isolation and yet, the solitude didn't slow him. It sharpened his instincts — every flicker in the dark or whisper of motion carried unknown risk.He felt the pulse of the Aether here. It was stronger, more structured, almost tangible. It moved with a rhythm he could almost trace if he concentrated hard enough.Daniel tested his leg, wincing at the bruise but finding it held. His pack had caught most of the fall. His blade was still at his side, scuffed but usable.He swept his gaze around the chamber he'd stumbled into. The ceiling sagged overhead, stone beams jutting at odd angles. Light slipped through the gaps, pale shafts filtering motes of dust that hung in the air without ever fully settling.Daniel stilled.The dust wasn't drifting. It stoo
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Second AmbushThe squad moved cautiously. The silence that followed the first wave of ferals was unnatural, still reeling from what had just happened.Breaths came ragged, sweat streaked with grime. For a moment, no one spoke — the bravado had been stripped away, replaced by the raw awareness that survival was only temporary.Owen leaned against a wall, one hand on his thigh, chest heaving. "Not… bad," he muttered, voice rough. "For a warm-up."Sera knelt beside him, rolling her eyes. "Warm-up? You nearly got yourself torn in half." She pressed a cloth to his wound, tying it off with practiced efficiency. "Try surviving first before bragging."Owen hissed, pulling at her restraint. "Don't pinch my leg too tight," he groaned, shifting impatiently. "I'm fine, really—""You're not fine," Sera cut him off, voice calm but firm, her eyes narrowing. "And if you keep squirming, I'll make it tighter anyway."Owen grunted, leaning back against the wall. "You know, one day, I'll get tired of your lectures.""
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Chapter: Chapter 23: A Mother’s VoiceThe first page trembled slightly in Cael's grip. He'd imagined her voice a hundred times since childhood, conjured it in memories and half-forgotten dreams. Now it came to him not as a voice but in ink, her handwriting neat, the letters curling in a way he remembered from the notes that were still available in the tower's library.He swallowed once and read."To my son, Cael. If you are reading this, then the time I feared has come. I am gone, and you have found the box I left. It was never meant to keep you from me, only to wait until you were ready. If you opened it too soon, you would not understand what I have to tell you. If you are reading this now… then I trust the blood has begun to stir in you."Cael's hand rose unconsciously to his chest, feeling the warmth of the locket like he was actually with his mother in the moment. He hunched over the box, reading every word like it might vanish."The Ashveil bloodline is not ordinary, Cael. You have already felt it, haven't you? The
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Chapter: Chapter 22: Legacy From the PastThe keep was quiet like night, most of the household had gone to rest, though faint torchlight still flickered in the long corridor.Cael found himself called not to the hall or the yard, but to the herb storeroom. Matilde had sent a squire to fetch him with the excuse of checking supplies for the journey to Rethmar.When he entered, the chamber was dim, the air heavy with the sharp scent of dried sage and crushed lavender. Matilde was already there, sleeves rolled up as though she were sorting jars. Her face was lined more deeply than he remembered, her hair bound in a kerchief, her shawl hanging loose.“When you were younger, I used to drag you in here for sorting chores,” Matilde said, checking the door before she went on.Cael let out a short laugh. Of course he remembered. Back then he hadn’t many allies, nor much company at all. Except for Matilde, who was always there.“Those days are past now," Her voice carried a weight that left little room for comfort. "What I have to tell
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Chapter: Chapter 21: Repercussions and PreparationsThe first knock came at dawn. It was hard and deliberate, not the rhythm of a servant.Cael was already awake, hunched at a side table near the hall. A clerk’s copy of the grain tallies lay open, the ink blurred at the edges from being read too many times. He rubbed at his temples, his mind tired from a sleepless night. He read and reread them, as if proof of what he had done could hold the Southern Guild at bay.The chamberlain entered with measured steps, holding a sealed missive. The wax bore the sigil of the Southern Guild: a red coin balanced on scales.Edric took it without a word. The hall stilled around him. Servants stopped mid-way through their work, the retainers leaned closer. He broke the seal, scanned the lines, then passed it back for the chamberlain to read aloud.“A formal notice of dispute,” the chamberlain read. "Pending investigation into misappropriated surplus stock. Unlawful tampering with guild inspection rights. Allegations of coercion.”Murmurs broke loose. A
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Chapter: Chapter 20: Grain Secured, Shadows CastThey left the hamlet at dusk with the storehouse sealed, the Varissen crest cooling on wax across every sack. The old mill path led them back to the main road under a pale moon.Hoofbeats sounded ahead. There were four riders. Two wore the guild's copper sun on their cloaks, a tallyman was between them and a hired spear riding last.The lead rider lifted a hand. "Halt. We're bound for the south hamlet to assess spoilage and purchase grain under the guild tariff."Cael reined in beside Tarren, calm. "You're late. The stock is already under noble claim."The tallyman frowned. "Under whose authority?"Cael nodded to Tarren, who produced a folded slip bearing Varissen wax. “House Varissen,” Cael said evenly. "The seal has been applied, the witnesses have signed, and the reeve’s mark taken. Under guild law, a noble claim stands unless you can prove theft or tampering."The hired spear eased forward. "We can open and inspect.""Not without breaking our seal," Cael said. "That's a court matt
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Chapter: Chapter 19: First Steps and Tournament StakesThe pouch in his sleeve weighed more than the coin inside. It felt more like acknowledgement, a sort of test, and a warning all in one.Don't disgrace yourself in the tournament.His father's voice was still clear in his head.In the Southern Duchy, tournaments were no idle sport. Every two years, the Duke of Leth hosted the Tournament of Rethmar — part spectacle, part proving ground. To the crowd it was entertainment, but to the noble houses it was reputation, money, and power decided in the open.Victors earned prestige, favors, and sometimes direct offers from wealthier houses. Defeat brought mockery, and repeated defeat carved deep wounds in a house's reputation.For House Varissen, once spoken of for its fighting strength, the tournament was more than a spectacle, it was a chance to prove they were still dangerous.The last time they had competed, they'd been eliminated on the first day. A second embarrassment would brand them as weak beyond recovery, while a strong showing could
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Lessons at the HearthCael hesitated outside the door. The faint smell of smoke drifted under the wood, mingling with something else — wine, most probably. From within came faint scratching of a quill and the soft rustle of parchment. He straightened his sleeve and then knocked."Enter," Edric called, his voice low and unhurried.The desk was covered in neatly stacked ledgers, ink pots, and seals. Behind it, his father glanced up briefly before returning to the page in front of him."So," he murmured, almost to himself, "the old man finally got you worked up enough to come knocking." Edric's tone was mild, almost bemused.Cael blinked at that. He stepped inside and let the door latch click shut behind him. He hadn't expected his father to sound… almost amused. He swallowed the first reply that came to mind."I thought it was time I spoke with you," Cael said.Edric's eyes flicked up again, eyes narrowing slightly. Not angry but more like sizing him up. His mouth curved faintly, and he leaned back in his ch
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