Chapter 1: Login Screen
The last thing he remembered from his old life was the glow of a monitor and the hum of a cheap fan rattling in the corner of his room. He had been eighteen—too young to feel as tired of the world as he did, too stubborn to admit he wanted more from it. Games had been the only place where effort equaled reward, where stats rose because you earned them.
Then the screen had gone white.
Not black. Not darkness.
White—like a loading screen.
When he opened his eyes again, the ceiling above him was unfamiliar.
It wasn't the cracked plaster of his childhood bedroom. It was smoother, tinted faintly blue by light filtering through a tall window. The air smelled cleaner, sharper—almost metallic.
He sat up slowly.
The body that moved felt… wrong.
Not weak. Not injured.
Just different.
His hands were longer, leaner. His muscles felt coiled beneath his skin like tempered wire instead of the soft, average build he'd known.
Memories hit him.
Not one at a time.
All at once.
A name.
Han Sen.
No—Han San.
A mother working long hours to pay for school. A younger sister who smiled too brightly for the burdens she carried. Acceptance into a prestigious academy where only the rich and gifted thrived. A world connected to something called the God's Sanctuary—a place where humans hunted strange creatures and gained power beyond imagination.
His breathing quickened.
He knew this world.
He had read about it.
He had devoured every chapter of Super Gene.
The story of Super Gene had been one of his favorites. A world where strength was earned by hunting creatures in sanctuaries, where genetics could evolve beyond human limits.
And now—
"I'm Han San?" he whispered.
The name settled into him like a system confirming a character selection.
As if answering that thought—
DING.
A translucent blue screen materialized in front of his eyes.
▸ OP GAMER SYSTEM INITIALIZING…
Host Identified: Han SanMental Age: 18Compatibility: PerfectClass: UnassignedCheat Authority: Absolute
He stared.
Then he grinned.
"…No way."
The interface pulsed softly, crisp and clean like the UI of a high-budget RPG.
▸ STATUS
Level: 1Strength: 5Agility: 5Endurance: 5Intelligence: 10Luck: 10
Free Stat Points: 50
Fifty?
He laughed under his breath.
In the novel, humans had to risk their lives in the sanctuary to gain even a single gene point. Here he was, fresh spawn, sitting on fifty free stat points like a beta tester exploiting early access.
"So I'm not just reborn," he muttered. "I'm modded."
Another window popped up.
▸ UNIQUE SKILL: Gamer's Mind (MAX)
—Emotional Stability—Absolute Focus—Fear Suppression
▸ UNIQUE SKILL: Gamer's Body (MAX)
—Body adapts like a game character—No permanent injury—Damage converts to HP
HP: 100/100MP: 100/100
His pulse steadied instantly.
Even the shock of reincarnation dulled into cool clarity.
This wasn't panic.
This was optimization.
He swung his legs off the bed and stood. The balance was perfect. The control, seamless.
Outside the window, the city stretched tall and futuristic. Sky bridges. Hovering transports. Massive holographic billboards advertising entry permits for the God's Sanctuary.
His chest tightened—not with fear.
With anticipation.
In the original story, Han Sen had relied on cunning, patience, and grit. He had clawed his way upward through strategy and hard-earned victories.
But Han San?
He had read the script.
And now he had admin privileges.
Another notification appeared.
▸ QUEST GENERATED
Main Quest: Rewrite Destiny
—Surpass the Original Protagonist—Protect Your Family—Become the Strongest Existence
Reward: ???Failure: Permanent Death
His smile faded slightly at that last line.
Permanent death.
So this wasn't a sandbox.
It was hardcore mode.
Good.
He walked to the mirror.
The face staring back was handsome but sharp, eyes darker and more calculating than the original Han Sen's had ever been described. There was something else there too.
Awareness.
He opened the status panel again and dumped twenty points into Strength.
The change was instant.
Muscles tightened. Bones felt denser. The air itself seemed lighter.
He flexed his hand.
The sound of air cracking faintly followed the movement.
"…Balanced builds are for cowards."
He added fifteen to Agility.
Ten to Endurance.
Five to Luck.
The numbers reshaped themselves.
Level: 1Strength: 25Agility: 20Endurance: 15Intelligence: 10Luck: 15
Power hummed under his skin.
He wasn't at sanctuary-tier yet.
But for an eighteen-year-old human?
He was a monster.
A final window appeared.
▸ BONUS FEATURE UNLOCKED
Dungeon Instance Creator (Locked until Sanctuary Entry)Skill Shop (Free First Purchase)Enemy Analysis (Always Active)
He selected Skill Shop.
A long list scrolled.
Martial arts.
Movement techniques.
Genetic mimicry.
Energy cultivation.
Everything cost points.
Except one.
▸ S-Rank Skill (Beginner Gift)
"Infinite Adaptation"—The more damage you take, the faster you grow resistant.—Stackable. No limit.
Cost: FREE
He didn't hesitate.
Purchase confirmed.
Heat flooded through him, not painful—refining.
Like metal dipped into flame and pulled out stronger.
Han San exhaled slowly.
"This world is built on hunting," he murmured. "Then I'll become the ultimate predator."
Outside, a transport roared overhead.
Soon, he would enter the God's Sanctuary.
Soon, he would face mutant creatures, sacred-blood beasts, maybe even surpass the legends written in the novel.
But unlike the original path—
He wouldn't struggle in the dark.
He would level.
He would optimize.
He would break the balance of the world.
And somewhere deep in the system's core, unseen by him—
A hidden line of text flickered.
▸ Warning
Foreign variable detected.Narrative Deviation: 0.01%
Han San smiled at his reflection.
"Let's see how fast I can push that to one hundred."
The game had begun.
And this time—
He wasn't just a character.
He was the player.