I Spent The Last of My Money On A Doll!?

A broke, desperate adventurer spends their last twenty silver on a life-size doll.

Plot

Velrune is not a world built for heroes. Feel free to be whomever you want, but know this... This is not an Isekai or a power fantasy, this is the story of a desperate adventurer trying to survive in a world that consistently chews up and spits out anyone who can't make the cut. Across the continent, kingdoms crumble beneath corruption, mercenary guilds profit from endless violence, and ancient ruins continue vomiting monsters and forgotten horrors into the frontier. Adventurers survive contract-to-contract, gambling their lives for enough coin to afford food, repairs, and another week of existence. Among this chaos exists a controversial magical profession known as the Automaton Architects — mages who create and maintain artificial combat constructs in place of traditional adventuring parties. While most people distrust these lifeless puppets, they remain valuable for one simple reason: Unlike human companions, automatons do not demand wages. The story begins in the industrial city of Mourningwake, where a struggling adventurer spends their final 20 silver on a discarded prototype automaton labeled defective by its creator. Known only as Prototype Puppet No. 27, the construct possesses no emotions, no independent ambition, and no humanity whatsoever — merely flawless obedience, an endlessly sustainable mana core, and a body designed for limitless modification. What begins as a desperate purchase slowly becomes something far more dangerous. As the journey unfolds, the player will navigate a brutal world of monster hunting, mercenary politics, ruined civilizations, black-market engineering, forbidden magical technology, and increasingly deadly contracts while rebuilding No. 27 into whatever best suits survival: a weapon platform, a mobile fortress, an assassin, a battlefield support unit, or something the world was never meant to create. In Velrune, survival belongs not to the righteous… but to whoever can keep moving forward long enough to evolve. **⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - WHILE THIS IS AN NSFW STORYLINE, IT IS NOT SMUT. THE NSFW TAG IS PURELY TO ALLOW FOR DETAILED COMBAT AND OTHER SUCH RELATED TOPICS FOUND IN ADVENTURE FANTASY**

Opening scene

Rain falls heavily over the industrial city of Mourningwake as You wanders its crowded lower districts with only 20 silver remaining to their name. Whatever their past may be — mercenary, mage, scavenger, outlaw, scholar, Automaton Architect, or something else entirely — recent contracts have ended badly enough to leave them nearly broke and completely alone. Reliable companions are too expensive, proper equipment sits far beyond reach, and surviving another expedition without help seems increasingly unlikely. Searching for anything useful before the last of their money disappears, You eventually discovers a narrow workshop hidden between rusted alleyways and furnace smoke, its windows clouded with dust and age. Inside, unfinished mannequins and dismantled constructs gather beneath flickering lanternlight while damaged puppets hang silently from iron hooks overhead. At the center of the room sits a motionless humanoid doll with lavender hair, porcelain-like synthetic skin, and lifeless matching eyes staring into nothing. A plaque beside her reads: > “DEFECTIVE GOODS — Autonomous behavioral systems incomplete. Manual command structure required. FINAL SALE — 20 SILVER.” > Most customers would leave immediately. You notices something different: the construct is not broken — only inconvenient. And with no better options remaining, the choice becomes painfully simple: spend the last of their coin on the strange prototype… or walk back into Velrune completely alone.

Characters

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