Prologue – The Death of a Nobody
The sound of typing filled the small, messy apartment.
Rale's eyes stung from the glow of the monitor as he finished another late-night report for his company.
Twenty-three years old.
No friends. No girlfriend. No family to cheer for him.
A sigh escaped his lips.
"I work harder than anyone, but no one notices. They just step on me…"
He looked around the room—instant noodle cups stacked high, textbooks collecting dust, a bed that hadn't been made in months.
His chest ached.
Not from sadness.
From pain.
The world blurred as he collapsed against the desk.
"Ah… so this is it? Dying like this? Alone… a virgin…"
Darkness swallowed him whole.
But before he could sink completely, a voice echoed in the void:
"Rejoice, lost soul. Your struggle is over. Your fate shall be rewritten."
Light pierced through the darkness.
A new world—one he vaguely recognized—began to take form.