Chapter 2 – Abandoned by His Family
Sam staggered home, his body bruised and bloodied from Victor's beating. Each step sent pain shooting through him, but he clung to one last fragile hope—his family. Surely, even if the world mocked him, they would never turn their backs on him.
"Mom… Dad… Lily…" he whispered, forcing himself through the doorway.
Instead of comfort, cold eyes greeted him. His sister Lily sneered, arms crossed.
"Oh look, the useless trash finally crawled back. Honestly, Sam, you're such an embarrassment."
Sam's heart sank. "Lily…? You too?"
His father tossed a small dagger at his feet, the blade clattering against the floor. "This is all you'll ever need. You can't awaken properly, you can't fight… you're nothing but a shame to this family."
"Dad, please… I just need time. Maybe my profession isn't useless. Maybe—"
"Useless?" Lily cut him off, laughter sharp as glass. "You've been stuck at Level 1 for five years! People younger than you are already C-rank adventurers. Even Mary dumped you. Who would want a pathetic failure like you?"
Sam froze, her words stabbing deeper than any dagger. His mother turned away, refusing to even meet his eyes.
"We should have abandoned you years ago," she muttered. "You're nothing but a burden."
The last fragile thread of hope inside Sam snapped.
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A thousand years ago, dungeons appeared across the multiverse—mysterious gates linking worlds together. From these dungeons poured monsters, slaughtering millions.
But with destruction came change. Humans began awakening, granted extraordinary powers through the System. They became known as Players. Some chose simple professions—Hunters, Warriors, Mages. Others received rare legendary classes, feared and worshipped across the world.
Sam had awakened too. But instead of a shining profession, his status only revealed one word: Unknown.
For five long years, his level never rose above one. No skills. No power. Nothing.But he didn't give up and tried hard but everything he did ended up failing.
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Sam stumbled back onto the streets, the night air biting at his wounds. Tears blurred his vision. Betrayed by his girlfriend. Beaten half to death. Now even his own family had cast him aside.
"Why… why am I the only one?" His fists trembled. "If only… if only I had been given strength. If only I had a real profession… maybe then…"
His voice cracked, drowned by the roar of the city around him. But deep in his chest, something darker stirred—anger, humiliation, despair twisting into one.
Ahead, the ground trembled. A massive gate loomed at the edge of the city, its jagged frame pulsing with sinister energy. The S-class dungeon. No one entered and lived to tell the tale.
Sam stared at it, lips quivering. Death… or a miracle.
A bitter smile touched his bloodied lips. "If the world wants me gone… then let the dungeon decide my fate."
Without looking back, Sam ran toward the gate, tears streaming down his face, the cries of betrayal echoing in his heart.
And somewhere deep within the dungeon's darkness… something answered.
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