"Ah… everything is just too boring."
A young man, no older than eighteen, stood on an isolated mountain peak, staring at the night sky overflowing with countless stars. Moonlight poured over him as if the moon itself was admiring him. His snow-white hair shimmered softly, and his amethyst eyes glowed brighter than the constellations above.
Adam Victor—genius of a new generation.
Though even the word genius failed miserably to describe him.
Born an orphan, raised without knowing his origins, Adam's talent was simply unnatural.
He finished high school at nine, became the world's youngest trillionaire, discovered cures for diseases once labeled incurable, and created the world's first complete hologram projection system.
Whatever he touched, he mastered.
But all that brilliance came with a price.
"Why the hell is there nothing that excites me anymore…?"
His greatest enemy wasn't any rival or obstacle.
It was boredom.
After achieving everything, nothing felt worth chasing. Deep down, Adam always felt out of place—like he was living in a world where he didn't belong. A world far too small for him.
While the world worshipped him, he felt… empty.
Meetings with presidents, investors, endless responsibilities—
He was still a teenager. He wanted to live, not just exist.
So on his eighteenth birthday, he escaped.
One day for himself.
One day without expectations or noise.
He didn't know that this would be the last peaceful moment of his life.
Adam's POV
I stared at the stars, wondering how life had become so painfully monotonous. That's when I saw it—a falling star.
Nothing unusual.
Except…
"…Why the fuck is it getting bigger?"
The falling star wasn't streaking across the sky.
It was coming straight toward me.
I watched it for a moment, calculating the speed and trajectory.
If I couldn't escape in time, there was no point wasting energy running.
Pretty simple logic.
"Ah… guess I won't be going home today. At least I'll die from a falling star."
The blazing object roared through the sky, heat distorting the air around it. The mountain trembled beneath my feet.
I closed my eyes ten seconds before impact.
10…
5…
2…
1…
0—
BOOOOM—
The explosion shook the entire peak. Dust rose. Rocks cracked.
But strangely… I was perfectly fine.
I opened my eyes slowly.
The star had crashed about a kilometer away.
But something wasn't right.
With that speed, the surrounding ten kilometers should've been vaporized. Everything should've been destroyed.
That was why I didn't bother running—I knew it would be pointless.
The only explanation was that the falling star somehow… stopped itself.
But that was impossible.
Right?
Curiosity replaced confusion, so I walked toward the crash site.
What I found was something no one on Earth could ever predict.
At the center of the small crater…
lay a book.
A plain-looking, gray-covered book, thick enough to have six hundred pages.
I blinked.
"How the hell was a book floating in space…?"
Alien tech?
Secret experiment?
Dimensional anomaly?
Whatever it was, only one way to know.
I opened it.
And instantly regretted my curiosity.
"…A fucking fantasy novel? Seriously?"
Yes.
It was one of those cliché fantasy stories where the protagonist gets a system.
Exactly like the thousands of webnovels I devoured whenever I was bored.
Still…
"The story's kind of interesting, though."
Just like that, every logical thought I had vanished.
I carried the book back to my usual spot and began reading.
I was bored out of my mind anyway.
The source of the book, the impact, the impossibility of the crash…
I could think about all that later.
For now, only one thing mattered.
The book had opened on its own…
and its next page was already glowing faintly.