Ren woke up slowly.
Not to danger.
Not to pain.
Not to fear.
For the first time since arriving in this world, he woke up… calm.
The cave ceiling greeted him, rough stone etched with faint shadows from the morning light. His body felt sore—but solid. Alive. Stronger than yesterday.
Ren exhaled and smiled faintly.
"…I'm still alive."
The thought made his chest feel warm.
Stressed, yes—but also strangely happy.
Not because the world was kind.
But because he had survived it.
Ren sat up, stretching his arms as the subdued wolves outside shifted at the sound. The faint clink of fur and armor reminded him of everything he had accomplished so far.
Today was different.
Today, he would leave the forest.
"I can't stay hidden forever," Ren muttered. "If I'm going to live in this world… I need to know it."
He opened his system shop.
[Shop Interface Opened]
Ren scrolled slowly, carefully, until something caught his eye.
[Item: World Map – Level B]
Cost: 40 Points
Description:
A semi-detailed map showing terrain, roads, villages, cities, and known danger zones.
"…A map?" Ren blinked.
He bought it instantly.
The moment the purchase confirmed, light gathered in front of him—and a translucent parchment unfolded in midair.
"…Whoa."
As Ren focused on the hovering parchment, the map shifted.
Colors spread across the terrain—
Red zones pulsed faintly with warning symbols.
Green areas glowed softly, marked as safe.
Small icons appeared: claw marks, fangs, twisted symbols Ren instinctively understood as monsters.
"…It shows them," Ren muttered in disbelief.
Every monster below Level C was clearly marked—movement routes, territory borders, even spawning density.
Fainter markings lingered deeper in the forest—treasure zones, relic indicators, and high-risk areas the map refused to explain.
Ren's breath slowed.
"This isn't just a map…"
It was survival guidance.
"So it's true…" Ren murmured. "If I'm going to live here, I really need to understand this world."
His gaze shifted back to the shop.
Another item stood out.
[Item: History Handbook – Level C]
Cost: 30 Points
Description:
Contains detailed records of the five major nations, their cities, cultures, economies, and secret advantages. Only common knowledge included.
Ren frowned thoughtfully.
"Five nations…"
He purchased it.
The book appeared solid in his hands this time—thick, leather-bound, and heavy with information. As he flipped through it, text subtly rearranged itself, highlighting places as he cross-referenced them with the map.
"Not bad," he muttered. "This alone could keep me from walking into a death trap."
His eyes moved to the map again.
"…First priority."
Water.
A clean spring appeared not far from his current location.
But before leaving—
Ren hesitated.
"…Let's see what else the shop has."
A Choice That Would Decide His Future
Ren reopened the shop.
Two cards appeared.
Both rare.
Both dangerous.
[Skill Card: Temporary Summoner]
Can summon two temporary summons
Duration: 3 days
Uses: 2
Cost: 140 Points
Ren's heart skipped.
Summoning meant power. Backup. Safety.
Then—
[Class Card: Flexible Class – Permanent]
Allows class designation based on dominant stats
Class may change as stats evolve
Cost: 60 Points
Ren froze.
"…That's it."
He clenched his fists.
Guilds checked classes. Adventurers lived or died by them. Without a class, he'd be labeled useless—or worse, suspicious.
"If I want to live normally… I need this."
The summoner card tempted him.
But survival wasn't just about power.
It was about belonging.
Ren purchased the Flexible Class Card.
[Class Card Integrated]
[Class Determination: Pending]
"…Good."
He exhaled.
"One step closer to being normal."
Preparations
Ren mounted the healthiest wolf, gripping its fur as it rose smoothly beneath him. The other subdued wolf he stored safely into his inventory.
"Oh—before I forget."
Ren reached into his inventory.
One by one, ten heavy boulders vanished from the cave floor.
Stored.
Then he knelt beside the wolves.
"I've got something for you."
He brought out Level C armor clothing he had woven himself—light but reinforced. Carefully, he fitted them onto the wolves.
Next came the potions.
"One for you…"
"One for you…"
Each wolf drank a healing potion obediently.
The wolf he was riding received two.
Ren drank one himself.
Warmth spread through his body.
"Alright," he said softly. "Let's move."
The Ambush
The forest thinned as Ren followed the map's guidance.
That was when—
Rustling.
Low laughter.
"…Hihihi…"
Ren's eyes sharpened.
"Hobo goblins," he muttered.
Five of them stepped out from behind trees—thin, hunched, armed with chipped blades and clubs. Their eyes locked onto Ren and the wolf.
"Rider…" one hissed. "Meat."
They charged.
Ren didn't panic.
He moved.
The wolf surged forward as Ren leapt off mid-stride, rolling across the dirt and drawing his Level A dagger.
The first goblin swung.
Ren ducked.
Slash.
The dagger cut cleanly across its throat.
The second lunged—Ren stepped inside its guard, elbow smashing into its jaw before burying the blade into its chest.
Two down.
The third and fourth attacked together.
Ren kicked off a tree trunk, flipping over them as the wolf crashed into one from the side, fangs tearing into flesh.
Ren landed behind the last goblin.
It turned—
Too slow.
Thrust.
Silence.
Ren stood still, breathing evenly.
"…This really is different now."
He stored the bodies into his inventory.
"Guild will pay for these."
At the Edge of Civilization
By the time the sun dipped low, Ren saw it.
A village.
Wooden walls. Torches lit. Guards at the gate.
Smoke rose from chimneys.
Life.
Ren slowed the wolf and stared.
"…I made it."
The forest behind him whispered.
The future waited ahead.
And Ren—once abandoned by fate—rode forward to meet it.