Wind whispered across the grasslands, carrying the scent of rain and ash.
Aiden sat upright, disoriented, his chest heaving as the memory of collapsing stone and fading light burned in his mind. The ground beneath him was damp, soft — a far cry from the cold stone floors of the dungeon.
He looked around. The world spread wide before him: rolling green plains, silver rivers slicing through the horizon, and a sky brushed in violet dawn. It was breathtaking. Too real. Too alive.
For a long moment, he just stared. Then the System's familiar blue screen blinked into view.
> [Vital Signs: Stable.]
[Respawn Cooldown: 24 Hours.]
[Main Quest: Survive the Game of Gods.]
Aiden groaned. "Great. Gods and games. Two things that usually end well for mortals."
> [Optimism Detected. Unfamiliar Behavior.]
"Yeah, yeah, save your commentary."
He pushed himself to his feet, wincing at the ache running through his body. Every bone protested — proof that whatever had brought him here didn't care much for comfort. His once-torn jacket was now mended, his weapon — a short, curved blade — resting in his grip, faintly glowing with energy.
> [Weapon: Duskfang — Bound Item.]
[Effect: Adapts to user's growth. Current Rank: F.]
Aiden examined it, his reflection shimmering across the blade's surface. "You gave me a sword upgrade? Didn't think you cared."
> [Correction: You died impressively. Rewarding incompetence encourages user retention.]
He sighed. "You're basically a snarky customer service bot."
> [Thank you.]
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He began walking. The plains stretched endlessly, but faint pillars of smoke rose in the distance — a sign of civilization. His boots squelched against wet earth as morning mist clung to his clothes.
Each step felt uncertain. The dungeon had been a cage; this world was something else entirely — beautiful, yes, but filled with too many unknowns.
> Seraphine.
The name whispered in his mind like a half-forgotten melody. The ghostly girl's final words replayed over and over:
> "Don't trust the gods."
He clenched his fist.
She'd known his name. Known about the System.
Which meant… she was more than just some spirit.
"System," he said finally. "That girl — Seraphine. You said she was a dungeon spirit, right?"
> [Affirmative. Classification: Class-S Spirit Entity.]
"Then why was she inside you?"
A pause. Too long.
> [Access Denied.]
Aiden stopped. "Access… denied? You're my system. How can something be denied to me?"
> [Data encrypted by higher authority.]
"Whose authority?"
> […The gods.]
His blood ran cold.
---
The wind picked up, rippling through the tall grass. For a moment, Aiden felt as though the entire world was holding its breath.
He forced a laugh. "So, the gods put something in my head, then tried to hide it?"
> [Affirmative.]
"Wonderful. What's next, divine spyware?"
> [Possibility: 62%. Please avoid sensitive thoughts.]
"Too late," he muttered.
Still, the revelation gnawed at him. If the gods had control over the System, then his entire rebirth — his powers, his second chance — were just strings being pulled by something above.
And Seraphine's warning suddenly made perfect sense.
---
Hours passed. The sun rose higher, turning the sky to molten gold. Aiden's stomach growled. Hunger was a cruel reminder that even reincarnated heroes needed food.
> [Status: Starvation Level 1. Effects: Dizziness, poor decision-making, existential dread.]
"Yeah, I noticed."
He scanned the plains. No monsters, no towns — just endless green and the occasional lonely tree. Then, in the distance, he spotted movement: a cluster of figures near the edge of a broken road.
Smoke. Horses. Armor glinting in the sun.
"People," he breathed. Relief flooded him — quickly followed by caution.
If this world had gods, spirits, and systems, there was no telling what its people were like.
He crouched low, creeping closer through the tall grass until he could make out their shapes. A caravan. Three wagons, each guarded by armed escorts. Bandits — or merchants. Maybe both.
> [Threat Level Analysis: Moderate.]
[Average Combat Power: E Rank.]
Aiden frowned. "E Rank? And I'm…?"
> [Rank: F Minus. Congratulations.]
"Thanks. That's comforting."
He was still deciding whether to approach or observe when he saw it — a blur of motion among the wagons. A small figure darting between crates, chased by two armored men.
A child.
"Stop her!" one of the guards roared. "She's stealing again!"
The girl — no older than twelve — clutched something to her chest and ran for the grassline. The men followed, blades drawn.
Aiden's instincts screamed stay out of it.
But his feet were already moving.
---
By the time the girl stumbled past him, breathless and terrified, Aiden had drawn Duskfang.
The guards burst through the grass seconds later. "You! Hand over the brat!"
Aiden tilted his head. "I'd love to, but she's busy not dying."
"Do you know who you're talking to, outsider?" one snarled. "She's a thief. Property of the Guild."
"Property?" Aiden's eyes narrowed. "Did I hear that right?"
> [Warning: Host Emotional State Rising. Recommend deep breathing.]
"Shut up," he muttered to the System.
The guards stepped closer. "Last chance, boy."
"Funny," Aiden said, smiling faintly. "I was about to say the same thing."
He moved before they could blink. Duskfang sliced through the air, its edge humming with dark energy. The first guard staggered back, armor sparking where the blade cut through. The second swung at him — heavy, predictable. Aiden ducked under it, drove his knee into the man's gut, and sent him sprawling.
> [Skill Unlocked: Reactive Instinct (F Rank).]
[Effect: Temporarily boosts reflexes when outnumbered.]
Aiden blinked. "Not bad."
The first guard growled, raising his weapon again — but Aiden stepped aside and slammed his hilt against the man's temple. He dropped like a stone.
> [Enemies Neutralized.]
[EXP Gained: 54.]
The girl stared at him, wide-eyed. "You… you saved me."
He sheathed his sword, breathing hard. "Don't thank me yet. I just made enemies with whoever your friends are."
"They're not my friends," she whispered. "They're slavers."
His expression darkened. "Figures."
---
They hid in the woods until sunset. The girl — small, dirty, her hair tangled with leaves — sat by a fallen log, clutching a ragged piece of bread. She ate like someone who hadn't seen food in days.
Aiden watched quietly, lost in thought.
> [Emotional State: Brooding detected. Playing ambient motivation playlist.]
"No. Don't you dare."
> [Fine. Sulk in silence.]
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Kid, what's your name?"
"Lyra," she said softly. "Lyra Vale."
"Alright, Lyra. You planning to tell me why those people were after you?"
She hesitated, eyes flicking to the forest floor. "I… stole something. From the Guildmaster."
Aiden raised a brow. "Stealing from slavers? That's bold."
"It wasn't for me." Her voice trembled. "They took my brother. Said he had talent — that the gods wanted him for their trials. I tried to buy him back, but they laughed. So I took what they value most."
"And that is?"
She reached into her worn cloak and pulled out a small crystal orb, pulsing faintly with blue light.
Aiden's heart skipped. That energy — he recognized it.
> [Warning: Dungeon Core Fragment Detected.]
He stared. "Lyra… where did you get that?"
"I told you," she whispered. "From the Guildmaster's vault."
> [Analysis: Fragment signature matches Seraphine-class energy.]
His breath caught. Seraphine. Again.
The connection was no coincidence.
"Kid," he said carefully, "you have no idea how dangerous that thing is."
Lyra hugged it tighter. "Then help me protect it."
For a long moment, Aiden didn't answer. He saw himself — scared, powerless, desperate — reflected in her eyes. And despite every voice in his head screaming walk away, he couldn't.
"Alright," he said finally. "But you follow my lead. No arguments."
She nodded quickly. "Deal."
> [New Quest Added: Protect Lyra Vale.]
[Reward: Unknown.]
---
Night fell. The forest came alive with strange sounds — rustling leaves, distant roars, the faint shimmer of bioluminescent insects drifting through the dark.
Aiden sat by a small fire, Duskfang resting beside him. Lyra slept nearby, the crystal still glowing faintly in her hands.
He gazed at the flames, lost in thought.
Seraphine's words echoed again.
> "Don't trust the gods."
He looked at the orb — its light pulsing in rhythm with his System's faint hum.
"System," he murmured, "if this thing really came from her… why is it here?"
> [Speculation: Someone is collecting fragments of lost dungeon spirits. Purpose unknown.]
"And the gods?"
> [Possibly involved. Or possibly terrified.]
He smirked faintly. "Good. Let them be scared for once."
> [Confidence Level: Unjustified but admirable.]
Aiden leaned back, watching the stars through the branches. His heartbeat slowed, but his mind refused to rest.
He'd escaped death, met a ghost bound to a dying system, and now held a child carrying part of that same mystery.
Somewhere above, the gods were watching.
And maybe — just maybe — they were afraid of what came next.
---
Far beyond the forest, in the obsidian halls of the divine realm, a voice stirred.
> "He's awakened."
Another, cold and ancient, replied:
> "Then it begins again. The rebirth we failed to stop."
The stars trembled.
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