That night, I stood atop a tiered hill that loomed like a throne of the gods.
The wind howled around me—yet it wasn't any ordinary wind. It pressed against my lungs, heavy, suffocating, as though every breath dragged along the weight of the cosmos itself.
At the summit, two titans faced each other.
Every step they took shattered the ground. Every clash between them rattled the heavens.
The first was a beastmaster, a towering figure that reached a thousand meters. At his side crouched a colossal ferret, its eyes burning like twin suns. Golden light poured from its body, flooding the night and swallowing the stars until the darkness itself became day.
The second was a swordsman. His hair was bound tight, his cloak snapping as though it had declared war on the wind. His eyes gleamed a deep violet—pupils carved with complex, shifting patterns, like galaxies compressed into twin orbs. Behind him rose a phantom warrior, armored in translucent purple, wielding a massive spear that hurled endless bolts of lightning across the sky.
"BRAAAAKKHHH!!!"
Their collision ripped the heavens apart.
Through the tear, I glimpsed something that should not exist.
A doorway.
Another dimension.
Figures spilled out.
A sorcerer gripping a luminous staff.
A shadowy agent, eyes glowing with some unnatural light.
A knight clad in obsidian armor, every inch of it etched with glowing runes.
And all of them… were staring at me.
My stomach turned cold. Why? Why me?
Then, laughter broke out.
"Hahaha! Look at that—something rare!"
"He's one of a kind. We're taking him back."
"An Earth human… priceless!"
My breath hitched. Rare? Priceless? Me?
I was just a broke college kid. No powers. No talent. No reason for them to even notice me.
But the hunger in their eyes told a different story.
They rushed forward.
The rift behind them began to close.
And then—
their power vanished.
One by one, they dropped out of the air, smashing into the ground in a spray of dust and disbelief.
"No… this can't be happening!"
"Our strength—it's gone!?"
Panic spread like wildfire. Their roars filled the night.
And then—silence.
Because through the chaos, a single voice spoke. Calm. Unshakable.
I turned.
There he was.
A man with long black hair that brushed against his waist. He wore a simple, flowing robe—something straight out of an ancient dynasty. Modest in design, but the aura around him was undeniable. Not violent, not loud. Just absolute.
He looked at me. Then he spoke.
"You fools. Don't you see? This is the law of this world… the law of Osbo."
The air itself stilled.
Even my heartbeat seemed to stop.
His voice echoed, weighty like a truth carved into the bones of reality.
"Osbo is the divine framework that binds every dimension. It dictates how power exists… and how it fades. In one world, humans cultivate for millions of years. In another, strength comes from devouring metal, or absorbing the elements. And there are worlds where power erupts without reason—only to vanish without warning."
He raised his gaze toward the sky as the last trace of the rift stitched itself shut.
Then his eyes cut back to me.
"None of it is chance. Osbo decides everything. It is the cosmic seal that wraps the universe. Like a god, yet not a god. Osbo is the law itself."
I swallowed hard. My thoughts were a tangled blur. I wanted to ask—but before I could, the sky sealed shut.
Darkness.
And then—
I woke.
In my cramped dorm room. The buzz of traffic bleeding through the window. As if none of it had ever happened.
Except—
A faint notification flickered at the edge of my vision.
[SYSTEM DOWNLOAD COMPLETE.]
[HOST IDENTIFIED.]
And in that moment… my ordinary life ended.