"Welcome to the continent of Faerûn. The DND system has been unlocked to assist you in writing your legend in Dungeons & Dragons!"
The young man opened his eyes and found himself lying beside a crude campfire. Looking around, he saw a dim and silent forest.
Where is this?
Boom!
A thunderclap split the sky, illuminating the night. Within the dappled shadows of the forest, a massive figure seemed to sweep past. Soon after, a deep dragon's roar echoed in the distance.
That was… a dragon?
He just said Faerûn… Could it be that I've really transmigrated? Is this a world based on Dungeons & Dragons?
"Finally awake, kid."
The rough voice that suddenly sounded behind him instantly put the young man on guard. He quickly turned his head and saw a rugged man dressed like a hunter.
"Kid, what kind of look is that? Why are you so wary of me? Do you even know it was me who saved you? If I hadn't found you unconscious by the lake and brought you back to camp out of kindness, you'd have already been torn to pieces by murlocs!"
The hunter was clearly displeased by the suspicious look, blowing his beard and glaring as he launched into a tirade.
"So where are you from? How did you end up fainting alone at Crystal Lake?"
Are there murlocs in the DND setting?
While thinking this, the young man casually lied as naturally as drinking water: "Uh… I came from Baldur's Gate. You can just call me Allen."
"Oh! Allen! Sounds like a noble name. And where's Baldur's Gate? How did you end up here?"
Ah, a country bumpkin who doesn't know Baldur's Gate.
While thinking this, "Allen" observed the hunter. Suddenly, a gentle yet hollow female voice sounded in his ear without warning, as clear as if someone were whispering right beside him.
[Insight Check: 19 — Success]
[A seemingly harmless "human" hunter. Even though you have lost most of your memory, you still keenly notice that beneath the outwardly amiable appearance lies an arrogance that is difficult to conceal.]
Something about this person was off.
Allen immediately became alert.
In DND, there are all kinds of dice checks. As long as you roll high enough on a twenty-sided die, you can achieve different effects.
For example, an Insight check allows you to see through deception or disguise.
So with the system's "Insight Check" spoiler, Allen could be certain that this hunter was definitely not as simple as he appeared.
'Hard to conceal arrogance'… so this person likely has a prominent background and is currently disguised.
Of course, Allen did not show it on his face. With sincere gratitude, he said: "Oh! Sir! Thank you so much. I came here to visit relatives, but I ran into a group of damned bandits. They robbed me clean and left me there to die. Damn them!"
The hunter nodded. "That group with the red headscarves that popped up recently is indeed a nuisance."
Allen's gratitude was not entirely fake. No matter who this person really was, the fact that he had saved him after his transmigration was real.
"My deepest thanks, ranger. May I know your name? I will surely remember this kindness."
If I remember correctly, hunters in DND are called rangers, right?
While Allen thought this, he did not notice the hunter's pupils slightly contract upon hearing the word "ranger."
'Ranger? How does he know I'm a ranger?!'
But the hunter quickly concealed his reaction and laughed heartily.
"Wren. Just call me Wren. You've been unconscious for so long—you must be starving, right?"
As he spoke, he lifted the rabbit he had just hunted and shook it, hinting that he was about to prepare a meal.
Allen's stomach growled uncooperatively, but he did not quite dare to eat food provided by such a suspicious person.
Boom!
Another thunderclap sounded. For some reason, Wren's grip loosened, and the rabbit corpse fell to the ground.
The two exchanged a brief silent glance. Wren bent down to pick it up.
"Unlucky timing. Looks like a heavy rain is coming. I think we should find a place to take shelter."
Allen immediately fumbled through his completely empty pockets, then looked at Wren with an awkward expression.
Before he could speak, Wren patted his chest boldly.
"Since I saved you, I might as well see it through. I'll take you to the inn in town to rest!"
"My deepest thanks, Mr. Wren."
Allen originally wanted to help pack, but Wren refused. Considering that the other party might be hiding secrets, Allen tactfully averted his gaze.
Well… only halfway. He still "accidentally" caught a glimpse of Wren taking out an elegant purple orb, murmuring something, then carefully putting it away again.
"All right! Let's go!"
Wren slung a somewhat slender wooden bow over his back and led Allen swiftly through the forest. Thunder grew more frequent—they needed to reach the town quickly.
"Oof!"
While running, Allen stumbled and fell into a patch of weeds.
"You okay, kid?"
Propping himself up, Allen looked at the grass in front of him, about to respond, when the gentle female voice sounded again in his ear.
[Religion Check: 7 — Failure]
[You discover a strange dagger in the grass. Though it appears ordinary, it resembles a bottomless abyss, constantly drawing your gaze.
The sensation faintly evokes fragments of ancient totems or taboo symbols in your memory, but your knowledge is insufficient to identify it. You only feel an inexplicable chill.]
'Dear… pick me up.'
In a daze, Allen realized that at some point he had already tightly tucked the dagger into his arms.
[Worn Ritual Dagger]
One-handed, dagger — Common Quality
Damage: 1–2, Speed: 1.4
...
"You okay, kid? What's wrong with you?! Did you hit your head?!"
Wren's voice snapped Allen back to reality.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, Mr. Wren. I'm just a bit dizzy. Let's keep moving—I don't want to get soaked by the rain."
Wren glanced at him suspiciously but said nothing more. The two continued moving through the forest in silence.
Soon, they could see flickering lights ahead—the town was right there.
Just before stepping out of the forest, Allen suddenly stopped.
"What now, kid?"
"Mr. Wren, I believe your family must be quite well-off, right? My elders have hunted for years—their palms are thick and rough, with large joints. Not as well-maintained as yours."
Wren froze for a moment, about to speak, but saw that after saying this, Allen did not linger and simply walked forward.
'This strange human… was he… reminding me?'
Watching the young man's back, Wren silently took out a pair of gloves and put them on, covering the hands that did not match his disguise, then quickly followed.
Allen pushed aside branches and stepped onto the cobblestone path of the town, filled with excitement. He had forgotten to ask earlier—what was this town called? This was the first place the great Allen had set foot in this world!
"Let's go, the inn is over there!"
Wren caught up and pointed ahead, not mentioning what had just happened.
Following his direction, Allen saw a small house with blue-tiled roofing, a red brick chimney, simple in structure yet especially warm.
The sign at the door was not written in English, yet Allen could directly understand its meaning: "Lion's Pride"
Lion's Pride?
Boom!
Thunder roared. Lightning flashed through Allen's mind, connecting all the previous clues.
He remembered that murlocs did exist in DND—but those were kuo-toa living deep underground in the Underdark.
And this so-called country bumpkin who didn't know Baldur's Gate… the very familiar name Crystal Lake…
Damn system—you didn't send me to Faerûn at all. You sent me to Azeroth from World of Warcraft!
The Lion's Pride Inn—this is clearly Goldshire in Elwynn Forest!
Just as he was in shock, the system's notification sounded again.
[Character Panel Unlocked]
Race: Human
Strength: 6 (At least you're not disabled.)
Dexterity: 6 (You run faster than a turtle.)
Constitution: 6 (You are very skilled at receiving skin tests and saline injections.)
Intelligence: 18 (Your brain is not very smooth.)
Wisdom: 18 (Trust your instincts.)
Charisma: 20 (People are easily inclined to tell you the truth, listen to your opinions, and even unconsciously follow your choices at times.)
Unassigned Attribute Points: 0
Known Spells: None
...
[Beginner Quest Triggered!]
Quest Name: A Strong Body Is the Foundation
To write your legend, you must first build a strong physique. Persist in daily training to temper your body. Suggested regimen:
100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day.
Objective: Increase your Strength by 1 (0/1)
Reward: +5 Strength, 1 random low-level spell
...
Looking at the quest prompt, Allen felt a bit surprised.
Increase Strength by 1?
This quest is…
Way too easy, isn't it?