The world was... a little too quiet.

Kael opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the sky — blue, clear, beautiful.  

Suspicious.

He slowly sat up, feeling the ground. Grass.  

He looked around. Giant trees, fresh air, and no sign saying “welcome back to your normal world.”

He was in another place.  

Again.

“Oh, great,” he muttered. “Another world. How many of these can a guy fall into before someone installs a ‘go back’ button?”

That’s when the floating grimório popped into view with a dramatic PLOFT! A black-bound book with soft golden details, spinning in the air before opening by itself.

> Welcome, Master Kael Thorne.  

> Initializing integration into the current dimensional vital system...

“System? I didn’t even agree to the terms of service on this crap!”

Another thing appeared: a small translucent ghost, big eyes, and the face of someone who absolutely didn’t sign up for this.

“Good morning, Master. I am your temporary assistant. Name: not yet defined. Usefulness: questionable. Mood: sarcastic.”

Kael raised an eyebrow.

“Great. I’ve got a live tutorial.”

“You’ve also started in debt. The system says you owe a hundred thousand points for being born good-looking and landing here for free.”

Kael sighed, rubbing his face.

“I don’t even know where ‘here’ is.”

The grimório answered on its own:

> Active Plane: Reality 7B.391-X (Confirmed Bugged Sector)  

> Environment: Unstable, magical, full of beings that hate you by default.

Kael got up calmly, brushing off the dust.

“Alright then. New world, new system, same serious face.”

The ghost floated beside him.

“What’s the plan?”

“Pretend I know what I’m doing until the world buys it.”

“Has that ever worked?”

“Never. But this time I’ve got a floating book. That’s an upgrade.”

Kael walked between the trees, feeling a strange pressure in the air — like something, or someone, was watching. But nothing revealed itself.

The grimório blinked again:

> Active Mission: Survive.  

> Tip: Avoid dying in the first 24 hours. Mortality rate for transmigrants: 63% on Day One.

Kael snorted.

“Nice. A hardcore tutorial. I’ll write that down in... nothing.”

The forest opened into a thin dirt trail. He walked aimlessly, guided only by a faint pulsing sensation from the grimório — like destiny had a glitchy GPS.

That’s when he heard it.

*CLACK!*

A sharp sound. Wood on stone. A shout. Strain.

Kael frowned and followed the sound.

Up ahead, not yet aware of him, someone was training with a makeshift spear — sweating, determined, furious at a large rock.

Kael hid behind a tree.

“Hm… interesting.”

The ghost whispered:

“What is it?”

Kael smiled faintly.

“Raw potential.”  

(pause)  

“And a ridiculous amount of stubbornness.”