Ethan woke up the next morning with every muscle screaming in protest. His arms ached from swinging wooden swords like a maniac, his legs were bruised from climbing and falling off training platforms, and his eyebrows… well, his eyebrows were still partially singed from the infamous fireball incident.He groaned, dragging himself out of the tiny wooden cabin that had been assigned to him. The other heroes were already up, preparing for what sounded ominously like a “real mission.”“Good morning, Weakest Hero,” said the red-haired archer, smirking as she notched an arrow. “Try not to die today. It’ll ruin the statistics.”Ethan swallowed his breakfast of dry bread and water, which tasted like punishment and regret in equal measures. “I’ll… try?” he said weakly.The platinum-haired leader approached, his cape fluttering dramatically in the morning wind. “Today, you’ll accompany us on a patrol mission outside the village. Low-level monsters have been spotted near the Eastern Forest. Your

Ethan woke up the next morning with a sense of dread he couldn’t quite shake. His muscles screamed, his head throbbed from yesterday’s battle, and his ego… well, that was a shredded mess. But underneath all that, a small spark of excitement bubbled.He was alive. He had survived a monster that could probably chew a normal hero like a snack. And the system had rewarded him for it.Today, however, promised to be even worse.“Morning, Weakest Hero,” the red-haired archer said, tossing an apple at him. Ethan caught it—barely—and immediately dropped it on his foot.> “FAILURE DETECTED. EXPERIENCE GAINED. BALANCE IMPROVED.”Ethan groaned. “Thanks… I think.”The platinum-haired leader stood before the group, looking serious. “Today’s mission: the Dungeon of Misfortune. A small, abandoned ruin outside the village has recently become infested with minor demons. Your task is simple: clear it.”Ethan swallowed. “Minor demons?” He had barely survived a single forest monster, and now he had to dea

Ethan woke up to the sound of villagers screaming.Well… screaming, shouting, and panicked flapping of chickens.“Good morning, Weakest Hero,” the red-haired archer said with a smirk as she handed him a loaf of slightly stale bread. “Looks like today’s going to be interesting.”Ethan groaned. “That’s… an understatement.”By the time he arrived at the village square, a small crowd had gathered near the outskirts. A huge, grotesque beast—roughly the size of a cart house, with scales black as night and eyes glowing green—was rampaging through the village, knocking over market stalls, sending chickens flying, and terrifying the townsfolk.> SYSTEM ALERT: HIGH-STAKES FAILURE POTENTIAL DETECTED.Ethan gulped. Yesterday he had survived a demon lord. Today… he had to survive an angry, enormous monster in front of civilians.---The other heroes readied themselves, weapons and magic at the ready. Ethan… tripped over a rock on the way in.> FAILURE DETECTED. EXPERIENCE GAINED. ABILITY UPGRADE:

Ethan wasn’t sure whether to be excited or terrified.The platinum-haired leader had just announced their next mission: escort a group of merchants through the Whispering Canyon, a narrow mountain pass known for ambushes by goblins and rogue elemental spirits.The twist? Ethan was paired with Kael, the rival hero who still looked like he wanted to throw Ethan into a volcano.> “You’re… the weakest hero,” Kael said coldly, arms crossed, glancing at Ethan’s mud-streaked clothing. “I don’t know why they paired us. I don’t work with amateurs.”Ethan blinked. “Uh… yeah… well… I’m great at failing spectacularly?”> SYSTEM ALERT: HIGH-RISK SOCIAL FAILURE DETECTED. EXPERIENCE POTENTIAL: EXTREME.---The journey began smoothly enough. Merchants’ wagons creaked along the canyon’s narrow path, and the two heroes walked side by side. Ethan, of course, immediately tripped over a rock and sent a crate of apples tumbling down the path.> FAILURE DETECTED. EXPERIENCE GAINED. ABILITY UPGRADE: ACCIDENT

The morning sun glinted off the tall spires of the Hero Guild Hall, the place where the greatest heroes of the land were formally recognized, ranked, and sent on missions of national importance.Ethan’s stomach churned as he stared up at the massive doors.> “You’re… going inside?” Kael asked, eyebrow raised. “They’ll probably laugh you out of the building.”Ethan gulped. “Yeah… but apparently, legendary chaos counts as a ‘skill’ now. I guess we’ll see.”> SYSTEM ALERT: HIGH-POTENTIAL PUBLIC FAILURE DETECTED.---Inside, the guild was bustling. Heroes of every rank strolled through the halls, some waving swords, others crackling with magic. A large banner read: “The Wildcard Hero’s Trial – Prove Your Worth.”Ethan blinked. Me? Worth?The guildmaster, a stern-looking man with a cloak shimmering with magical runes, approached.> “Ethan the Weak?” he asked, voice echoing. “Reports say you’ve survived the Forbidden Forest… by… unusual methods?”Ethan nodded nervously. “Uh… yes, sir. I may