Reis Sparks had never stood out.
He wasn't top of the class, not bottom. Not the athlete, not the troublemaker. Even at home, with his mother working double shifts and his father gone, Reis lived quietly in the background. Not hated. Not admired. Just… unnoticed.
That changed the moment the world vanished.
The Transfer
It happened in an instant.
One moment, Reis was slouched at his desk, doodling in the corner of his notebook. Then, his stomach dropped as if the floor had disappeared beneath him. A flash of light swallowed everything.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in his head:
[Initializing Transfer…]
[Synchronizing Host: Reis Sparks]
[Destination: Creed]
[Error: Host DNA altered.]
[Assigning Variant Class…]
[Class Obtained: Weaver of Threads]
[Skills Granted: Thread Spinning Lv. 1 | Wall Cling Lv. 1 | Sixth Sense Lv. 1]
Before he could process the words, his body slammed into stone.
The Ruins
Reis groaned, rolling onto his side. Cold, damp air filled his lungs. He blinked and saw he was lying in the middle of a vast ruin.
Broken pillars jutted like ribs. Shards of colored glass glittered faintly in the dust. The roof had collapsed in places, exposing a pale, washed-out sky.
His backpack was gone. His phone was gone. His classmates—gone.
He forced himself up, heart pounding. "What is this…?"
As he pressed his palm against the floor, something strange happened.
A thin, silvery strand stretched from his skin to the stone. Sticky. Shimmering. He yanked his hand back, and the line stretched before snapping with a faint sting, dissolving into nothing.
Reis stared, trembling. He pressed his hand against the wall. Another thread appeared instantly, clinging tight.
[Skill Activated: Thread Spinning Lv. 1]
He stumbled back, staring at his hands. "That's… real."
First Encounter
A low growl echoed through the ruined hall.
Reis turned slowly. From the far shadows, a wolf-shaped creature crept forward, paws silent against the stone. Its fur hung in ragged clumps, ribs jutting through its skin. Its eyes glowed faintly, hungry and hollow.
[Lesser Carrion Wolf — Lv. 2]
Reis froze. His chest tightened.
The wolf crouched low, then lunged.
Reis threw out his hand in panic. A thread shot out, sticking to a cracked pillar. The pull yanked him sideways just as the beast's jaws snapped shut where his chest had been.
He slammed into the stone, pain bursting in his ribs. But he wasn't dead.
[Skill Activated: Wall Cling Lv. 1]
His palms stuck fast to the pillar. His feet clung too, holding him halfway up the wall. Below, the wolf snarled, circling.
Reis kicked out desperately. His heel cracked against its muzzle. The beast yelped but leapt again.
He pushed off the wall, firing another thread midair. It latched onto the far side, swinging him clumsily across the floor. He landed hard, rolling, pain flaring through his arm.
The wolf spun, claws scraping stone.
Reis scrambled upright and grabbed a jagged rock. Threads spilled from his palm again, lashing across the wolf's muzzle and sealing its mouth tight.
[Binding Success: 42%]
The sticky silk clamped its jaws shut. The beast thrashed violently, tearing at the line.
Reis roared, swinging the rock down. Once. Twice. Three times.
The wolf collapsed, its body twitching before it finally went still.
Victory
Reis staggered back, chest heaving, blood spattering his hands. His legs shook under him.
A glowing message appeared:
[Victory!]
[Defeated: Lesser Carrion Wolf — Lv. 2]
[EXP Gained: +50]
[Level Up! Weaver of Threads — Lv. 2]
[Stat Points Gained: +3 | Skill Points Gained: +1]
Reis's vision blurred, but he managed to pull up his status.
[Status — Reis Sparks]
Class: Weaver of Threads
Level: 2
HP: 28/30
MP: 20/20
Strength: 6
Agility: 8
Endurance: 5
Intelligence: 7
Skills:
Thread Spinning Lv. 1
Wall Cling Lv. 1
Sixth Sense Lv. 1
Available Points:
Stat Points: 3
Skill Points: 1
Hands trembling, he tapped the glowing menu. He placed two points into Agility and one into Endurance.
His body tingled. Balance sharpened. His muscles steadied.
[Stats Updated.]
Reis slumped against the wall, staring at the wolf's corpse. He had nearly died. He had killed.
But the system had rewarded him.
For the first time in his life, he felt seen.
Survival
He left the body where it lay and moved carefully through the ruins. The silence pressed heavy.
As he walked, he studied his new powers. Thread Spinning let him anchor strands between walls, though they snapped under too much strain. Wall Cling allowed him to climb rough stone, but it drained him quickly. Sixth Sense was harder to pin down, but sometimes the hairs on his neck prickled before danger, guiding him.
Hours passed until he found a sheltered courtyard within the ruins. A circle of stones marked an old fire pit. In the rubble nearby, he discovered a ripped backpack. Inside were a dented metal flask, a rusty knife, and a coil of cord.
It wasn't much, but it was something.
The First Night
Darkness fell fast. Shadows stretched long and thick. Strange noises echoed through the ruins.
Reis scraped sparks from his knife against stone until the fire pit lit again. Orange flames danced, pushing the shadows back.
He sat close, wrapping his arms around himself. Every muscle ached. His hoodie was torn and stained. His stomach growled. But he was alive.
He thought of his mother. She'd return from work, find his bag gone, and wonder where he had disappeared to. Would she ever know? Or had this world simply stolen him away?
The thought made his chest ache. But another rose with it: Here, you aren't invisible.
The wolf had seen him. The system had chosen him.
For the first time in his life, Reis mattered.
Training
Morning came cold and gray. Reis forced himself to train.
He anchored threads between two broken arches and practiced swinging. At first, he slammed into stone again and again, bruises blooming across his arms. But each attempt grew smoother.
[Skill Proficiency Increased: Thread Spinning Lv. 1 → Lv. 2]
His strands became thicker, stickier, harder to break.
He climbed fractured walls, clinging with hands and feet. The first attempts drained him fast, but by the tenth, his movements steadied.
[Skill Proficiency Increased: Wall Cling Lv. 1 → Lv. 2]
His grip lasted longer, his stamina holding better.
Every fall, every scrape, every bruise—the system rewarded progress.
He wasn't strong yet. Not even close. But he was stronger than yesterday.
The Watcher
That night, Reis sat by his fire, strands of silk stretched between stones. He smiled faintly, proud of the progress he'd made.
High in the broken arches above, faint threads he hadn't spun shivered. Something unseen moved in the shadows, watching him.
Reis never noticed. He only sat close to the flames, unaware that his presence had already been marked.