The Last Player: When the Game Became Reality

Starting From Nothing

Ethan walked away from the dungeon.

It wasn't an easy decision.

Every instinct he'd developed during fifteen years of playing Eternal Ascension of Tower told him to investigate anything unusual.

A hidden dungeon on Floor 1 was exactly the kind of thing a player would kill to discover.

But Ethan wasn't that player anymore.

He was Level 1.

No class.

No equipment.

No skills.

And, most importantly, he had people depending on him.

Mina followed quietly.

"You really aren't going inside?"

"No."

"You used to be obsessed with discovering hidden areas."

"That was before hidden areas could kill me."

She laughed.

"Fair enough."

They returned to Mina's apartment before sunset.

The cat followed them.

Ethan noticed it sitting outside the door.

He stared at it.

The cat stared back.

"You brought it home."

Mina smiled innocently.

"It followed us."

"You could have left it."

"I tried."

"And?"

"It followed me again."

Ethan sighed.

"Fine."

The cat walked inside as if it owned the place.

Mina picked it up.

"We need a name."

"Don't name it."

"Why?"

"Because then you'll get attached."

She looked at the cat.

"I think we're already past that."

Ethan couldn't argue.

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That evening, Ethan finally examined his status properly.

He had been too busy surviving to look at the details.

He opened the window.

[PLAYER STATUS]

Name: Ethan Vale

Level: 1

EXP: 16 / 100

Class: None

Rank: Unranked

Strength: 7

Agility: 6

Vitality: 8

Intelligence: 9

Endurance: 7

Mana: 0

Skills: None

Titles: None

Hidden Potential: Locked

Ethan stared at the numbers.

They were terrible.

Not weak.

Terrible.

Even an ordinary Level 1 player could have better starting attributes.

"Something is wrong."

Mina looked over.

"What?"

"My stats."

"What's wrong with them?"

"They're too low."

She looked confused.

"How low?"

"Almost the lowest possible."

Mina laughed.

"Maybe the system thinks you're useless."

Ethan looked at her.

She stopped laughing.

"Sorry."

He closed the status window.

It didn't matter.

He had started from nothing before.

The first time he played the game, he had been terrible.

He had died dozens of times.

He had spent months learning basic mechanics.

He wasn't talented.

He had simply refused to quit.

That was how he had eventually become strong.

Not because he had started at the top.

Because he had stayed longer than everyone else.

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The next morning, Ethan began training.

Not fighting monsters.

Training.

Push-ups.

Running.

Squats.

Basic exercises.

Mina watched from the doorway.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

"Will that even increase your stats?"

"I don't know."

He continued running.

In the original game, physical training had almost no effect on attributes.

But this wasn't the original game.

That was the problem.

He needed to discover the new rules.

After an hour, Ethan opened his status.

Nothing changed.

Strength: 7.

Agility: 6.

Vitality: 8.

He frowned.

Mina laughed.

"See?"

Ethan ignored her.

He wasn't disappointed.

He was learning.

"Fine."

He sat down.

"Then we try something else."

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For the next several days, Ethan focused on small monsters.

Not the dungeon.

Not the dangerous creatures.

Just the weakest monsters he could find.

Fang Rats.

Small Goblins.

Forest Beetles.

Nothing above Level 3.

He fought carefully.

He didn't rush.

He watched their movements.

He studied how the system calculated experience.

He learned how real combat differed from the game.

And slowly, he began improving.

Not quickly.

Not dramatically.

But enough.

Level 2.

Then—

Level 3.

Mina reached Level 5 before him.

She was naturally more suited to support abilities.

Her healing skill allowed her to recover from injuries quickly.

Ethan's progress was slower.

Much slower.

Other players were already reaching Level 10.

Some were forming parties.

Some were clearing low-level dungeons.

Some were already calling themselves Hunters.

Ethan remained near the bottom.

And he didn't care.

At least not yet.

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One afternoon, Ethan returned home with a small wound on his shoulder.

Mina immediately noticed.

"Again?"

"It's nothing."

"You say that every time."

"It is."

"You almost died yesterday."

"I didn't."

"That's not the point."

Ethan looked at her.

She was angry.

Not because he was weak.

Because she was afraid.

"I'm being careful."

"You don't look careful."

Ethan sighed.

"I know."

Mina crossed her arms.

"Then stop."

"I can't."

"Why?"

Ethan looked toward the bedroom.

His parents were still sick.

His father couldn't walk properly.

His mother could barely leave the house.

Their medicine wasn't free.

The money he earned from work was already disappearing.

Now the world had changed.

Food prices were rising.

Transportation was becoming unreliable.

Hospitals were overflowing.

The old world was disappearing.

"I need to get stronger."

Mina's expression softened.

"For your parents?"

"For them."

He paused.

"And for myself."

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A week passed.

Ethan reached Level 5.

Still weak.

Still unranked.

Still without a class.

But something had changed.

He had begun noticing patterns.

The monsters weren't random.

Their movements followed certain rules.

Their spawning locations were different from the game.

Their experience rewards were different.

Even their weaknesses had changed.

Ethan began keeping notes.

Every encounter.

Every monster.

Every skill.

Every strange system message.

He filled several pages.

Mina watched him one night.

"You really are back."

Ethan looked up.

"What?"

"That look."

"What look?"

"The one you had when you were younger."

Ethan smiled faintly.

"You remember?"

"I remember everything."

He looked down at his notes.

For the first time in years, Ethan felt something familiar.

Not the desire to become number one.

Not the desire for wealth.

Not fame.

It was simpler.

He wanted to understand.

Why had the game become reality?

Why was the system different?

Why was the dungeon calling his name?

And what exactly was the Hidden Potential?

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Then, on the eighth day, Ethan received an unexpected message.

[CONGRATULATIONS.]

[YOU HAVE REACHED LEVEL 5.]

He expected another routine notification.

Instead, another window appeared.

[HIDDEN POTENTIAL ANALYSIS: 1% COMPLETE.]

Ethan froze.

His breathing stopped.

The message disappeared almost immediately.

He opened his status.

Nothing.

Hidden Potential: Locked.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Mina noticed his expression.

"What happened?"

Ethan stared at the empty screen.

"It moved."

"What moved?"

"The lock."

"Your hidden potential?"

He nodded.

"How?"

"I don't know."

For the first time, Ethan realized something.

Maybe his greatest advantage wasn't the knowledge he had carried from the old game.

Maybe the system had given him something completely new.

Something the original Ethan had never possessed.

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That night, Ethan returned to his parents' room.

His father was awake.

"You've been busy."

"Yes."

"Are you still going outside?"

"Every day."

His father looked worried.

"Be careful."

"I will."

His father smiled.

"You were always stubborn."

Ethan sat beside him.

"Maybe."

His father reached toward the drawer and pulled something out.

An old key.

Ethan looked at it.

"What's that?"

"Your grandfather's."

"What does it open?"

"I don't know."

Ethan took the key.

It was old.

Very old.

There was a strange symbol carved into the metal.

A circle.

Inside it—

a tower.

Ethan's expression changed.

He had seen that symbol before.

Not in the game.

Not on any map.

Not in any dungeon.

But somewhere else.

Three years ago.

On the final screen.

Just before the update began.

His father looked at him.

"Your grandfather told me to give it to you when the time was right."

Ethan stared at the key.

"When did he say that?"

His father smiled weakly.

"When the tower appeared."

Ethan's blood ran cold.

He looked toward the window.

The city was dark.

The blue glow of distant system windows reflected against the glass.

His father's voice came quietly behind him.

"I suppose the time has finally come."

Ethan closed his hand around the key.

Outside—

something enormous roared in the distance.

And for the first time since the world changed, Ethan understood that his family might have been connected to the Tower long before he ever played the game.