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I, Maxwell Crowley, a farmer by trade and frustrated adventurer, have tried to make a living exploring and conquering dungeons. From a very young age, my dream was to travel to various places and face all sorts of challenges. However, that dream fell apart when I discovered that the gods had abandoned me in this magical world.

I clearly remember the day when everything changed. On their 10th birthday, children must go to the village parish to consecrate their lives to the gods. This consecration grants them a divine gift that helps them to survive in these dangerous lands. Many children came to this appointment, but fear paralyzed me. My parents were exceptional adventurers who left that life when my mother gave birth to my older brother, Louis. Three years ago, he received one of the three sacred blessings bestowed by the gods.

All around me, I heard whispers; everyone hoped that I would succeed in the consecration, just as my brother Louis had. The room filled with tension as a priest approached me with a razor. He took one of my small hands and made a small cut, offering some of my blood to evoke the presence of one of the 12 gods who rule this world.

Silence took over the place. The skies began to roar and suddenly a rumble caused terror in the village. After a moment, everything calmed down, but unlike my brother, no scroll appeared on the altar. Instead, a mist darkened the skies once again. The priest's eyes reflected absolute horror. In a trembling voice, he told my parents that I had been cursed by the goddess of divine will.

I really didn't understand what was going on. I will never forget the disappointment in my father's eyes, the laughter full of pride and mockery of my brother Louis, and my mother crying inconsolably to see that her little son had been cursed with the Vortex of Life ability. my father grabbed me by the arm, ashamed and furious to know that his son is cursed by the gods, he wonders again and again why he has had a blasphemous son.

He takes the knife from the altar and tries to offer my life to appease the wrath of the gods. Suddenly a voice emerges from the dense fog, it indicates that cutting my life short would not be enough to appease the wrath of the gods so he suggests that they abandon me in a category 0 dungeon.

My father hits me hard on the head, I lose consciousness, the last thing I saw was my mother trying to fight so that I would not be abandoned to that cruel fate with tears in my eyes I say goodbye to her begging her to forgive me and let me live by her side.