– The Day the Rift Opened
It all began on an ordinary day—until the sky tore open.
A rift.
A wound in the heavens.
And from it, monsters came pouring out.
At first, no one knew what was happening. Panic spread like wildfire. People screamed, ran, fought, and died. It felt like a nightmare, one that had no end.
Why was this happening?
Why now?
Why us?
The rift wouldn't close. Humanity could only try to survive, but even that seemed impossible. Cities burned. Families vanished. Hope began to fade.
Then it appeared—a blue screen, glowing in the sky. Everyone saw it, and in that moment, the world changed forever.
It was the rise of the Riftborns.
From that point on, people began awakening to strange powers—strength beyond the normal, faster reflexes, sharper senses. But it wasn't magic or fantasy. The system only granted what was humanly possible. No flying. No breathing fire. Just pure, raw stats. Physical strength, endurance, speed... the power to fight back.
And with every level gained, a weapon followed.
One person, one core, one weapon.
A chance to fight back.
But not everyone was chosen.
Not everyone was lucky.
Many died. Many lost everything—family, friends, their homes, their very sense of who they were. The world was bleeding, and only the strong or the willing could rise from the ashes.
Some believed this was the end.
Others believed it was a new beginning.
This is the story of what came after.
Not of heroes. Not of saviors.
But of survivors.
Because if they want to live.
Everyone must learn to survive.