Kael Ardyn stumbled backward, sweat stinging his eyes, his heart hammering like it was trying to escape his chest. “Uncle Lyndric Fayne! The attack moves you just showed… they were too fast! I couldn’t even see them! And those… those yoga poses… they’re impossible for my body! I can’t even manage one!” His voice cracked in panic, bouncing around in his mind as he stared at the calm projection of Lyndric Fayne.“Ding dong,” the system intoned, flat and cold. No warmth, no humor—just a mechanical tone that cut straight through Kael’s nerves. “As requested by the host, Possession Mode is now activated. The War God System will take control of the host’s body to demonstrate combat techniques ten thousand times. There are nine ancient yoga poses. Demonstration begins with the first, ‘Heaven and Earth Inversion,’ and will continue over nine days. On the first day, the host will hold this pose for ten cosmic cycles to improve balance and flexibility. Friendly reminder: During system possessio

Deep in the jagged shadows of the cave, the Stitching Granny crept closer, her tentacles twitching with anticipation. She watched Kael Ardyn, that stubborn kid, twist and bend his body in ways that no human should ever attempt. Arms folded in, legs curled backward, head forced forward—he rolled into a perfect sphere. His head peeked out between his legs, hands pressed hard against the rocky floor to keep himself from collapsing.Veins stood out beneath his pale skin like rivers of molten silver, muscles swelling and flushing an eerie pink. Every nerve, every fiber, screamed under the strain, pushing his body to impossible limits.Creak. Crack. The sickening sounds of bones and tendons protesting echoed through the cave.Kael’s face had gone ghostly pale. His eyes were wide, unblinking, staring into the void of his own agony as if the tiniest slip would be the end.“What are you thinking?” Granny’s voice cut through the darkness, sharp and raspy. “Are you trying to kill yourself, or pre

Kael Ardyn squinted at the virtual 3D map that loomed over him. The three jagged mountain peaks were crawling with thousands—no, tens of thousands—of Voidspawn Swarm nests. They wriggled across the terrain like a living carpet of malice. Each nest throbbed faintly, a heartbeat echoing the life within. This planet was anything but empty.“My sensors confirm it,” the Stitching Granny’s rasp cut through the quiet. She tapped a few buttons, and the display shifted. “The natives and their beasts aren’t gone. Not entirely. They’re primate-like—kind of human—but don’t let that fool you. Their tech is crude, yes, but they fight smart. And their beasts? Deadly. Watch closely.”Kael leaned in, eyes narrowing. On the screen, three middle-aged natives, draped in rough animal hides, rode massive horned beasts. They carved through a swarm of over thirty hunter-class Voidspawn like they were slicing air. Muscles tensed and flexed with every strike, weapons made from the bones of monsters flashing in

Kael Ardyn froze, just for a heartbeat. And then reality slammed into him. There she was—Granny Stitch’s head, bald and grotesque, hovering in the air like some nightmare ornament. Six long, glistening tentacles twisted around his arm, coiling with eerie precision, as if he belonged to her. Kael had expected curiosity. Maybe a grim warning. But this? Not even close.“She looks… bored,” he muttered. Ridiculous. A floating, writhing head—her appendages alive and twitching like snakes—bored. He almost laughed, but the sight alone made him want to puke.Her eyes glimmered. A wicked glint, somewhere between amusement and malice. Her lips twitched, revealing yellowed, uneven teeth. And then she spoke. Raspy, sharp, slicing through the silence like a knife.“Is this how you invite a young native for a conversation? You see him and immediately slice open his skull? He looks younger than you! We should run. Dealing with the Voidspawn Swarm is one thing. Provoking a native tribe? Another. What i

The air inside the escape pod was thick and sticky with tension. Kael Ardyn’s eyes darted over the dim console lights, mind racing faster than the engines thrumming beneath them. “Thoughts?” he said, voice sharp and impatient. “I say we pretend to be this so-called Savior and become the Dragon Knight. Then we let the natives handle the Voidspawn Queen. If they bring back a few energy crystals, maybe—just maybe—we finally get off this cursed rock.”His words hung in the cabin, swallowed by silence. The low hum of the pod and the distant groan of planetary winds pressed down like a weight. Then Granny Stitch’s raspy voice cut through.“The only problem,” Kael said, frowning, “is that the prophecy mentions the Savior as a Dragon Knight, riding something called the White-Clay Demon Sky. Just the name alone screams trouble.”Granny Stitch’s tentacle twitched. “According to the natives’ memories,” she said slowly, deliberately, “the White-Clay Demon Sky is the deadliest beast on this planet.