Aiden was born into a world that showed no mercy. An orphan, he had neither mother nor father, and the streets became his only home. Hunger was a constant companion; cold, a relentless teacher. Each day was a trial of survival. In the alleys and under bridges, he learned to hide, to steal, to slip unseen past the cruel gazes of those stronger than him. Every injury, every insult, every pang of hunger forged him, layer by layer, into someone destined for greatness.
From the beginning, the world's system was clear and unforgiving. Power was divided into three stages, each with three levels, a total of nine ascending thresholds. Aiden began at the very bottom: Stage One, Level One, incapable of fending off even minor ghouls.
Day after day, his routine was grueling.
He scavenged for scraps to survive, trained with improvised weapons, and learned the patterns of the weakest creatures first. Each step forward was a battle against life itself. The smallest ghouls were deadly to him in those early days; he fell repeatedly, barely escaping death. Yet, his determination never wavered.
Weeks passed. Aiden discovered hidden caches of basic weapons—daggers with chipped edges, rusted short swords, cracked shields. Each was a small boon, and he used them to sharpen his skill. Training became ritual. He ran through the forest, leapt from rooftops, dodged falling debris, and perfected the basics: footwork, timing, and instinct. Every motion was survival and every survival was learning.
Gradually, he faced stronger ghouls—wolves with jagged fangs, massive horned bulls, hawks that patrolled the skies like living spears. Each victory was bloody, each defeat a lesson. At times, he nearly died, swallowed by the very monsters he had sought to slay.
When he was old enough, he joined a small guild, where he learned the intricacies of missions, teamwork, and earning currency. The guild leader watched him carefully and, intrigued by his progress, once asked: "Aiden… do you think there's more beyond this world?" Aiden only shrugged, uncertain, for he had heard whispers of a mysterious entity watching him from the shadows.
Then, it happened: the entity appeared suddenly, radiant and terrifying. Golden, shifting lines formed a humanoid shape, eyes like infinite voids, a voice that was both a whisper and thunder: "Aiden… your true power is sealed. I leave you a chest; inside is your first choice. Let this guide your path." The chest appeared, radiating a faint golden aura that promised destiny. Aiden, weak as he was, took it with trembling hands.
His path became a relentless climb. Missions increased in difficulty. Dungeons—Dymas—emerged as trials of terror. Each Dymas had ten layers, each layer housing progressively stronger monsters. The first layers held ghouls and small beasts; by the fifth, massive creatures capable of obliterating teams of adventurers became common. Aiden had to adapt, improvise, and grow.
Through grueling combat, he enhanced his weapons and armor. He learned to channel energy through his strikes, infuse his blades with elemental force, and craft rudimentary protective wards. Slowly, his name spread. People who had laughed at the weak boy began to respect him… and then to fear him. Yet Aiden paid no heed; those who mocked him had taught him nothing he had not already learned in the streets.
Flashbacks haunted his moments of triumph. He remembered the nights spent shivering under bridges, the bitter taste of hunger, the sharp sting of blows from strangers who saw him as nothing. Every memory sharpened his resolve, every scar added to his strength.
At last, the world's ruler emerged—a being of unimaginable power, larger than any creature Aiden had faced. The air itself quivered at his presence. The ruler summoned firestorms that scorched mountains, winds that shredded forests, and attacks that bent reality. Aiden, now at Stage Three, Level Three, summoned every lesson, every skill, every ounce of courage. His dark and radiant wings unfurled, creating spirals of energy that cut through the void. His blade, infused with light and shadow, sang as it struck.
The battle raged for what felt like an eternity. Every strike caused tremors across the land; every block created shockwaves that could level a village. Aiden's wings flared, unleashing torrents of dark and violet energy, each pulse stronger than the last. He was bruised, broken, yet unyielding.
Finally, with a decisive strike, he pierced through the ruler's defenses. The ruler, gasping, fell to his knees. "Collect the five mystical stones… only by becoming the world's leader yourself will you open the gate to other worlds," he whispered before succumbing. Bloodied, battered, Aiden staggered, absorbing the weight of the victory.
And so began the epic quest: to locate the five mystical stones, each hidden in perilous territories, guarded by unimaginable monsters, each a saga of life-and-death struggle. Every stone required ingenuity, skill, and an unbreakable spirit to claim.
Through countless battles, sleepless nights, and endless danger, Aiden grew. His wings, now fully luminous, carried him across lands filled with colossal beasts, treacherous dungeons, and ancient secrets. Each confrontation, each trial, made him stronger, wiser, and more attuned to the subtle energies that flowed through the world.
At last, after endless months, Aiden gathered the five mystical stones at the heart of the world. The portal shimmered into existence, a swirling gate of light and shadow. Cosmic winds danced around him, spirals of violet and black energy intertwining with the air itself. His journey had only just begun, but the first chapter of his legend—a legend that would echo across worlds—was complete.
Before him lay the unknown, a realm of new challenges, new monsters, new truths about himself, and the worlds beyond. The stage was set for adventures that would surpass imagination itself. Aiden stepped forward, wings outstretched, ready to embrace destiny.