Somewhere in the Universe — on a Strange Planet
A human-like boy with black hair, fair skin, and a height of about six and a half feet lay naked in the forest, asleep.
When he opened his dark, black eyes for the first time, he looked around in confusion. All he could see were trees — endless trees — shrouded in darkness.
Above him hung two moons: one large and pale, the other smaller and glowing a deep crimson.
Then, suddenly, a black screen appeared before his eyes, glowing with white text.
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Name : ?
Age : 0
Race : Void Born [God]
Law : Death
Level : 0
Rank : Mortal
Traits : Devourer, Boundless Growth
Attributes :
-Strength : 10
-Constitution : 10
-Dexterity : 10
-Intelligence : 20
Unused Stats : 0
Skill : Ensoulment
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He stared blankly at the hovering screen.
He had no name, no memory. Nothing.
All he knew… was death.
Pushing aside his confusion, his gaze drifted back to the glowing text.
"Void Born… God," he murmured. "What does that mean?"
After a moment of thought, he decided not to dwell on it.
Then his eyes moved to the Traits section.
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[Devourer]
Forged in the darkness between life and death, this forbidden art binds the user's soul to an endless hunger. Those marked by Devourer can consume not only flesh but the soul itself, stealing fragments of strength from all they conquer. The more they feed, the stronger they become.
"Hmm… sounds useful," he thought. "Let's see the next one."
[Boundless Growth]
"From ruin, life takes root once more."
A legendary blessing said to be born from the will of creation itself. The bearer of Boundless Growth transcends limitation — every wound becomes strength, every loss becomes wisdom, and every defeat sows the seed of greater power.
No curse, no blade, nor time itself can halt their ascent. Like an ever-blooming tree beneath the heavens, they evolve endlessly, drawing upon pain, experience, and will to reach heights beyond gods and mortals alike.
"So… my progress will never stop."
He nodded slightly, then turned his attention to the Attributes.
"Let's hope these are decent," he muttered.
Finally, he examined his only skill.
[Ensoulment]
"This spell binds both the soul and body of the dead to its master. The bound spirit remains eternally loyal and may be summoned or banished to the void at will."
"It fits perfectly with my Law — Death.
Strangely… I understand it instinctively, as if I was born for it."
He took a breath. "Let's move. I need to find something alive."
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He picked a direction and started running, his long strides carrying him easily through the trees.
After several minutes, he spotted a small green-skinned creature holding a rusted short sword.
With a thought, information about that small creature appeared before his eyes.
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Race : Goblin
Level : 6
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"Level six, huh? Let's see how useful my attributes are."
Without hesitation, he sprinted forward. The goblin turned just in time to see him — and hesitated, sensing the stench of death radiating from the boy. Then, with a guttural cry, it charged.
The goblin swung its sword wildly, but the blade barely grazed him. The boy dodged easily and slammed his fist into the goblin's face.
With a sickening crack, the goblin's head snapped sideways and it crashed against a tree. As it struggled to stand, the boy stepped forward and kicked it square in the face. Then again. And again.
He didn't stop until the creature's body went limp.
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[Level Up!]
Level 0 -> Level 2
Unused Stats Gained : 10
Void Born Detected
Extra Stats Gained : 10
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"So… ten stats per level," he muttered. "Not bad."
He glanced down at the goblin's mangled corpse. "Should I devour it or… bind it?"
After a moment's thought, he smiled faintly. "Let's devour."
"Devour," he said aloud.
A black mist rose from his body, wrapping around the corpse. A faint crunch echoed as the goblin's body disintegrated into nothingness, leaving behind only blood and a tattered rag.
[ Strength +2 ]
[ Constitution +1]
He stretched slightly, feeling warmth spread through his muscles.
"Let's put eight points into Strength, ten into Dexterity, and two into Constitution."
As the energy settled in his body, he glanced down at the rag. "Might as well cover up a bit."
He tied it around his waist, then started running again — searching for more prey.
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This time, after running for a minute he found two goblins — one wielding a wooden club, the other a short sword. Both were Level 5.
Without slowing, he lunged at the sword wielder and slammed him into the ground. The creature died instantly.
Before the other could react, a kick shattered its face. Another punch — and its skull cracked open.
[Level 2 -> Level 4]
He dragged one goblin's body beside the other.
"Ensoulment."
Black chains of mist burst from his chest — two wrapping around the dead goblins, while a third stretched into the air, hooking onto something unseen.
The boy saw faint silhouettes — the goblins' souls — being dragged screaming back into their bodies.
When the mist vanished, both goblins stood again. Their wounds had vanished, their eyes now black voids. Slowly, they kneeled before him, shrouded in a faint dark aura.
He could feel their minds — obedient, connected to his will.
He glanced at their status.
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Race : Goblin [ Death Servant ]
Rank : Soldier
Level : 5
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Then a thought crossed his mind — what happens when they die again?
With a flicker of intent, he gave a silent command: fight each other.
The two goblins moved instantly, lunging at one another. One swung its wooden club with brutal force while the other slashed wildly with its rusted sword. Their weapons clashed with dull thuds and shrieks until, finally, the sword-bearing goblin's blade pierced the other's throat.
The slain goblin collapsed to the ground, black blood spilling into the dirt.
But then — it moved.
Its body twitched, the wound knitting shut as black mist seeped from its flesh, drawing energy from the boy. Within seconds, it stood once more, eyes hollow and obedient.
He nodded slowly, his gaze lingered on the two undead goblins. "Good."
He raised his hand slightly.
"Go," he commanded. "Find. Kill and Bring me the corpses of every living thing you find."
The goblins bowed their heads, turned, and vanished into the forest.
The boy watched them disappear, his expression unreadable — yet deep within, something stirred. A quiet, instinctive satisfaction.
The beginning of death's dominion.