Ah, got you 😅 You want the **first "nail it" Chapter 1 version** — exactly how we wrote it earlier, **raw, human-style, full text, ready to copy**, not the shortened one I tried to make simpler. Let me fix it properly. Here's the **original Chapter 1, exactly as we "nailed it"** in copy-friendly format:
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Chapter 1 – The Wrong Summon
Darkness. That's the first thing I felt.
Not sleep. Not death. Just… darkness.
And then a voice. Cold, sharp, straight into my head.
"You were not chosen. You were stolen."
My eyes snapped open.
The place around me was wrecked—like some giant cathedral had exploded. Broken glass hung in the air like stars. Marble tiles cracked under me when I moved.
And floating above all that… was a throne made of golden light.
On it sat a woman. No, a goddess. Her silver hair drifted in the air like smoke, her eyes glowing like moons. And she was staring straight at me.
"You died in your world," she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "But your soul was stolen before I could send it on."
I just blinked at her. "I… died?"
She didn't answer. Instead, a glowing screen popped up in front of me.
[ System Loading… ]
[ Binding Host: Siz Arland ]
[ Title: The Stolen One ]
[ Authority: Empire Creation (Locked) ]
[ Status: Weak – Fragile – Vulnerable ]
"…What the hell is this? Some kind of RPG screen?" I muttered.
The goddess tilted her head. "Prove your worth… or vanish like dust."
And then—she just vanished. Like smoke in the wind.
I didn't even have time to panic before the ground shook. A screech echoed through the ruins. My stomach dropped.
From the broken doorway, something walked in.
It looked human… if humans had glowing red eyes and moved like broken dolls. Its armor was rusted, its sword chipped, but the way it stared at me? Like prey.
[ Warning: Combat Power Insufficient. Survival Probability: 3%. ]
My mouth went dry. "Three percent? That's basically zero!"
The thing let out a snarl and charged.
I froze. I had nothing. No weapon, no magic, no clue how to even fight.
"System! Give me something, anything!" I shouted.
[ Error: Authority locked. Condition: Survive. ]
"Great, thanks for nothing!"
The monster swung. I barely rolled aside as the sword slammed down where my head had been. The ground cracked. Dust filled my mouth.
I coughed, tried to scramble away—
"Oi, corpse-face! Over here!"
A blur shot out of the shadows and kicked the monster straight in the chest. It staggered back with a metallic screech.
I looked up. My savior was a young guy with messy hair, a dagger in hand, and a grin that honestly didn't match the situation.
He glanced at me and smirked. "You really are pathetic. Lying on the ground like that? Tch. Name's Nalos. If you don't wanna die again, get up and move."
The monster roared and charged again.
Nalos sidestepped smoothly, slashing its leg. Sparks flew. It stumbled.
He tossed me a piece of iron—looked like a broken rod from the rubble.
"Here. Use it."
I gawked at the rod. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"
"Hit it until it stops moving! What else?" Nalos barked.
The monster turned toward me again. My whole body shook. Fear, adrenaline, panic—everything at once.
[ New Quest: First Kill ]
[ Objective: Defeat the Corrupted Soldier ]
[ Reward: Beginner Authority ]
My eyes widened. "…A quest?"
The monster lunged. Instinct took over. I swung the rod with everything I had—
CLANG!
The impact jolted through my arms. But the thing actually staggered, a crack splitting across its helmet.
Nalos whistled. "Not bad, newbie!" He darted behind it, stabbing again.
I raised the rod, screaming, and smashed it into the crack. Once. Twice.
On the third hit—
CRACK!
The soldier collapsed, twitching, then went still.
Silence.
[ Quest Complete ]
[ Reward Unlocked: Beginner Authority – Summon Shade (Lv. 1) ]
The corpse's shadow twisted. It rose up from the ground, solidifying into a dark, kneeling figure.
My jaw dropped. "Did I just… make a soldier?"
Nalos raised a brow, then grinned. "Hah. Pathetic guy might actually be useful. Guess I'll keep you alive for a while."
He sheathed his dagger and offered me a hand.
"Come on, Shade-Boy. The city outside's a hellhole. And trust me… that little trick of yours? You're gonna need it."
I stared at the shadow soldier kneeling at my feet.
For the first time since waking up here, I didn't feel completely powerless.
But one thing was clear—this wasnt gonna let me go easy…
[Chapter 1 End]