"Where am I?"
I stared into an endless void stretching for miles—nothing but black swallowing everything.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered. "I was enjoying the new Resident Evil game, and now I'm just… here?"
Memories flooded my mind.
The fun times boxing—winning a few belts.
Binge-watching anime after brutal gym sessions.
Laughing with my family during the rare moments life actually felt good.
I remembered everything.
Time lost meaning. Years—or maybe seconds—passed. Then something appeared in front of me, and I snapped my eyes open.
"Who are you?"
"Kratos," he said, his voice deep and unmistakable.
The God of War smiled, hunger for battle burning in his eyes.
"Holy shit. Kratos. I'm a huge fan and—"
"Enough, mortal."
I shut my mouth instantly.
"Better," he said. "Boy, you are granted two wishes. After that, I will send you to the world you yearn for."
He grinned.
"Two wishes, huh? And a world?" I thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. First wish: I want the ability to travel between different worlds. Second wish… make me an orphan."
I said proudly.
Kratos's grin didn't change. Not even a little.
I blinked.
And then suddenly, I was lying in my bed.
I looked around my room—it was completely ordinary. Confused, I stood up and explored the house.
Forty-five minutes later…
"Well, shit. Alone again, huh?"
I was used to it. After leaving my mother's house, I had no girlfriend, and all my friends were busy with their own lives. It was just me and the punching bag when i trained.
Still, something felt wrong.
I focused, trying to activate my power—to travel worlds.
Nothing....
My chest tightened.
I got scammed.
Rage boiled over.
"KRATOS, YOU ASSHOLE! WHERE'S MY FIRST WISH, YOU LYING BASTARD?!"
I punched the wall again and again. My new body was weak—too weak. Blood ran down my hands, knuckles splitting until bone showed.
"Fuck!" I hissed.
Five Years Later
It was the year 2226.
Yeah. You heard that right. That bastard sent me 195 years into the future.
And let me tell you—it was hell.
Smog clogged the skies so badly people needed gas masks just to breathe. Of course, only the rich could afford them.
Good thing I was rich.
Before I died and transmigrated, my dad taught me day trading and stock markets when I was young. That knowledge carried over.
So yeah.
I'M FUCKING RICH, BABY!!.
But that's not the point.
I realized something important.
I was in the pre–Overlord universe.
I almost laughed when it hit me. I'd completely forgotten how much I loved that anime.
And now?
I knew exactly what to do.
I walked to my PC and ordered the neural nano-interface—even though Yggdrasil hadn't fully released yet.
"Well," I said with a grin, "when that arrives… may the fun begin."
I already knew what would happen fourteen years later.
And I couldn't wait.
Days Later
I bought out shares of Yggdrasil—62% of the company, to be exact.
I became close friends with the owner, Matt, and the co-owner, Michael. When the game finally released, I was the first player online.
And what I got?
A special undead race.
Genus Z—a zombie variant capable of adapting to anything when fully maxed out. At level one, the adaptation was slow and minor… but once it reached its limit?
It would be terrifying.
And I already had plans to… modify it.
I looked like a normal undead—ugly, decaying—but I was twice as strong as a regular zombie.
My RP name was Mars.
And I knew that name would matter someday.
I spawned in Hell-hime and immediately spotted my first target.
I launched myself at a skeleton and punched its head clean off.
Level up. Level 2.
I opened my quest tab.
"Huh," I muttered. "For the other four quests, I need to fall from great heights… and do 500 push ups, sit ups, squats and a 10 kilometers run!?"
I blinked.
"In a virtual MMO?"
I laughed. "Alright then. Let the grind begin."
I dropped and started doing push-ups, watching the percentage climb. Strangely, I felt stronger with every 5 reps i do.
I checked my stats.
Before:
Level: 2
Race: Genus Z Zombie Variant
Strength: 7
Agility: 2
Durability: 6
Sense: 1
Stamina: ∞
After:
Strength: 9
Agility: 7
Durability: 8
Sense: 5
"Holy shit," I breathed. "My stats went up after 100 push-ups?"
I experimented more. When I pushed myself past my limits, my stats skyrocketed—slowly, but steadily.
And the best part?
I didn't level up.
Hours passed.
I trained nonstop. With infinite stamina, exhaustion didn't exist. My stats doubled, my Genus Z class reached level 5, and my adaptation improved—just a bit faster, just a bit stronger.
I opened my stats panel up again and what I saw left me speechless..
" My stats are high as shit this is just crazy man!! Like literally i'm Level 2 and now have the stats of a Level 42." I looked at my stats in pure awe at what the owner of the game gave me as a gift.
Stats:
Level: 2
Race: Genus Z Zombie Variant
Strength: 81
Agility: 49
Durability: 64
Sense: 25
Stamina: ∞
"FUCKING 81 in STR STAT!?!? that's fucking crazy man whelp time to get back to the grind" until I heard clattering of weapons coming towards me.
I looked over and froze.
A horde of skeletons marched toward me.
Two hundred of them.
Swords. Shields. Armor.
And they weren't supposed to be here.
I wasn't scared. far from that and my face contorted into a grin.
"Oh yeah, baby," I said, cracking my neck. "A walking pile of experience points."
I dashed forward—three times faster than before.
Ten seconds.
That's all it took.
Bones shattered. Armor crumpled. I ignored the damage entirely, tearing through the horde like a storm.
When it was over, I stood there—cut, bruised, bloodied—but victorious.
"Damn," I laughed. "Nineteen levels in one go? Matt really gave me a broken character."
I flexed my hand, grinning wider.
"Leveling fast and gaining stats through physical training? And I'm the only one who can use Genus Z?"
I laughed again.
"And later… I'll hack it."
Before I moved on to another world—
I'd make this build even more broken.
I opened my stats panel again
Stats:
Level: 23
Race: Genus Z Zombie Variant
Strength: 120
Agility: 87
Durability: 116
Sense: 63
Stamina: ∞
holy shit I'm going to reach max stats at this point and I'm going to have to code it to go to a unlimited number so it can keep growing. I looked up and closed my eyes and the headset turned off and I took it off and sighed.
"day one was interesting"
i closed my eyes and..
to be continued...