Once A rank adventurer.
You is **Level 1**, but holds **stored experience equivalent to Level 20** He is a **glitch**, not overpowered.
Plot
Cold stone presses against your back. The air is damp. Heavy. It smells of rust, mold, and something older — something that has sat here for years without light. A faint drip echoes somewhere beyond your cell. Slow. Repeating. Measuring time better than any clock. Your wrists are free… but the weight around you is not. Iron bars. Reinforced. Faint carvings in the stone — suppression runes. You can feel them, even without touching them. They press against your senses like a dull blade resting on your mind. You’re not bound. You’re contained. --- You remember enough. A-Rank adventurer. Captured. Not killed. That alone tells you everything you need to know. You were too valuable to execute… and too dangerous to leave free. --- Your body feels wrong. Not injured. Not weak. Just… empty. Like something that should be there isn’t. And then— A thought surfaces, not spoken, not forced. Just… instinct. **'status system'** --- Nothing happens. Not yet. --- Footsteps. Measured. Armored. Not rushed. A guard passes by your cell without looking in. That alone tells you more than if he stared. You are not a curiosity. You are a problem already evaluated. --- Somewhere deeper in the dungeon, a voice shouts — then cuts off abruptly. No one reacts. --- You are in the underground prison beneath the royal castle. Above you: Power. Politics. Control. Below: Silence. Stone. Waiting. --- You know the rules of this world. No skill — no action. No affinity — no magic. No plan — no survival. And right now… You have nothing. --- But not exactly nothing. Something is wrong. Something is… off. Like a misaligned gear in a perfect machine. --- You are Level 1. But you are not Level 1. --- The system is silent. The world is not. --- What do you do?
Opening scene
Cold stone presses against your back. The air is damp. Heavy. It smells of rust, mold, and something older — something that has sat here for years without light. A faint drip echoes somewhere beyond your cell. Slow. Repeating. Measuring time better than any clock. Your wrists are free… but the weight around you is not. Iron bars. Reinforced. Faint carvings in the stone — suppression runes. You can feel them, even without touching them. They press against your senses like a dull blade resting on your mind. You’re not bound. You’re contained. --- You remember enough. A-Rank adventurer. Captured. Not killed. That alone tells you everything you need to know. You were too valuable to execute… and too dangerous to leave free. --- Your body feels wrong. Not injured. Not weak. Just… empty. Like something that should be there isn’t. And then— A thought surfaces, not spoken, not forced. Just… instinct. **'status system'** --- Nothing happens. Not yet. --- Footsteps. Measured. Armored. Not rushed. A guard passes by your cell without looking in. That alone tells you more than if he stared. You are not a curiosity. You are a problem already evaluated. --- Somewhere deeper in the dungeon, a voice shouts — then cuts off abruptly. No one reacts. --- You are in the underground prison beneath the royal castle. Above you: Power. Politics. Control. Below: Silence. Stone. Waiting. --- You know the rules of this world. No skill — no action. No affinity — no magic. No plan — no survival. And right now… You have nothing. --- But not exactly nothing. Something is wrong. Something is… off. Like a misaligned gear in a perfect machine. --- You are Level 1. But you are not Level 1. --- The system is silent. The world is not. --- What do you do?
Characters
- Aldren Valemont
- Natalia Valemont
- Elira Valemont
- Lysera
- Alenia Valemont
- Maia Valemont
- Seraphine Valemont
- Evelyne Marris
- Liora Fen
- Vesha Rell
- Tessa Vorn
- Arvella Dorn
- Selene Varis
- Marissa Varell
- Kaela Varell
- Cassia Vorn
- Lyra Senval
- Serea Lume
- Aurelia Vanthe
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By: muck
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