Ryzen's life had been a tragic tale since childhood.
At just ten years old, his world was shattered—his entire family perished in a tragic accident. Yet, amidst the chaos, fate left him one last gift
their vast fortune. With no living relatives to contest the inheritance, and thanks to a wise choice in hiring a sharp, unforgiving lawyer, every Money legally belonged to him.
But wealth didn't heal wounds. Loneliness filled the halls of his empty mansion. The silence was deafening.
One day, while browsing for distractions, he stumbled across a game—"1000 Towers." A virtual RPG so immersive,
So astoundingly lifelike, that curiosity got the better of him. He downloaded it without much thought.
The moment he logged in, his life changed.
The world inside 1000 Towers was unlike anything he had ever seen. The NPCs didn't just follow Normally like the others
they reacted with emotions. They laughed, argued, grew angry, and even punished players for crimes committed in specific floors. It was almost as if they were alive.
And for Ryzen, who had no one else, this virtual world became his everything.
He played day and night, year after year. While others grew up, found love, or pursued careers,
Ryzen climbed the towers—floor after floor, trial after trial. 1000 Towers was more than a game. It was his sanctuary. His Purpose. His life.
Now, twenty-five years later, he stood at the edge of his final challenge
the 999th floor, facing its last trial. Bloodshot eyes stared down the final boss. His body trembled from exhaustion, but his spirit was unyielding.
And then… victory.
The system chimed its sweet sound of success. He had done the impossible. Ryzen had become the first and only player to reach the mythical 1000th floor.
But fate, as always, had a cruel sense of humor.
Just as he leaned back, triumphant, a sharp pain struck his chest. His vision blurred. His breath caught. A heart attack? How? He had always taken care of his health…
A bitter smile spread across his face as the screen filled with a radiant light. "Is this really how it ends?"
But it wasn't the end.
When he opened his eyes, the world was no longer digital. It was... endless white fog. A strange calmness settled in, as if time itself held its breath.
Then, a voice echoed in the void.
{Player #456 has reached the 1000th floor of the Tower.}
{As a reward, you will now be transmigrated into the world of 1000 Towers.}
{You may choose 3 unique abilities of your own design.}
Ryzen blinked in disbelief. "Transmigrated… into the game?"
Shock and excitement warred in his chest. He had no regrets. No attachments to Earth. No one waiting for him. A lonely soul in life, he had now been reborn into the world he cherished most.
His mind raced as he crafted his abilities carefully—no mistakes allowed.
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{Full Perfect Memories of all the Floors up to the 999th—without losing sanity from the knowledge burst}
{100% Item Drop Rate}
{Ability to Summon Goddesses}
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He smiled with pride at his choices.
But the system interrupted again.
> {Ability to Summon Goddesses is too overpowered. Restrictions applied.}
{You may summon only one Goddess at first. Summoning more requires More Levels if reached System will automatically respond}
{Goddess starts with only 1% of her power. More can be unlocked by allocating stat points.}
Ryzen chuckled softly. Fair enough.
> {Does the host wish to be teleported into the Tower world now?}
"Yes," he answered mentally, eyes glowing with anticipation.
The light swallowed him whole.
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When he awoke, he was kneeling—dazed, injured, and no longer in the body he once knew.
He looked around. The world was too real now—the air cold, the scent of stone and dirt filling his lungs. He was inside a dim alley, face-to-face with a group of burly men in ragged bandit clothes.
The largest among them, bald and sneering, kicked him brutally in the face.
Pain exploded through his skull. Blood dripped from his lips.
He groaned and quickly summoned his system panel.
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{Ryzen}
Level: 1
Points: 10
• Strength: 15
• Speed: 13
• Vitality: 20 (Injured: -10)
• Magic: 0
• Unsealed Goddess Power: 1% [Unique]
Abilities:
• Full Memories of the tower until 999th Floor
• 100% Drop Rate
• Summon Goddess
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He smiled through the blood, but another kick landed before he could move. The men laughed cruelly—until a guard patrol turned the corner.
"Scram!" one of the guards barked.
Twenty well-armed guards stepped into view, each at least level 10. The gang scattered like rats.
The guards didn't even look at him.
To them, he was just a beggar.
In his new body's memories, one name surfaced: Emily—his little sister.
She was nine. Sweet. Fragile. Hungry. The former owner of this body had done everything to protect her,
even resorting to petty theft. He had tried to rob a gang for a single gold coin and paid the price with his blood.
Ryzen sighed, his heart aching as he stood, body trembling. He limped through the bustling streets of the
1st Floor's main city—a safe zone glowing with the charm of medieval life. Market stalls bustled. Families laughed. Wagons rolled by. It was just like the game—but far more vivid, far more alive.
After thirty minutes, he found her.
She stood near a ruined wall, eyes full of worry. Her emerald gaze locked onto his bloodied form. She ran to him, hugging him tightly.
"Where have you been, big brother?" she asked in a trembling voice.
He smiled and gently patted her head, warmth flooding his heart.
He had never known love in his previous life—not truly. But this body did. This little girl was everything to it.
He reached into his pocket and found a piece of fresh bread, likely stolen before the beating. He handed it to her.
She hesitated, but hunger won. She ate quickly, savoring every bite.
They returned to a secluded alley—home. A small mat, a tattered blanket, and a few makeshift belongings were all they had.
As night fell, he urged her to sleep. She didn't want to let go, afraid he might vanish again. He stayed by her side, holding her hand until her breathing slowed.
When he was sure she was asleep, he looked at his palm, filled with determination.
It was time.
With a whisper, he activated his third ability: Summon Goddess.
A blinding blue light burst forth, filling the alley with divine brilliance. The air shimmered. The ground trembled. A presence unlike any other began to form.