In the year 2135, on the Blue Planet, a massive tower clawed its way into the sky — black as night, wreathed in a gloomy aura that devoured the sun, the moon, and the hopes of humanity. At that moment, every human received a system — a power that felt almost like a game, complete with levels, abilities, and stat screens. But it wasn’t a game.

The system’s warning was clear and merciless:
Clear every ten floors within six months, or the tower will devour your world.

Three years had passed since the tower’s arrival. Humanity clawed its way up, floor by floor, desperate to survive. No one knew how many floors there were — only that each one was deadlier than the last. And now, in this desperate struggle, Alem and his friends had reached Floor 41, hoping to hunt monsters and level up, to grow strong enough to keep climbing.

But they hadn’t expected this.

In the depths of a dark dungeon, Alem fought for his life. A monstrous angel, wreathed in divine light, bore down on him like the wrath of the heavens. Its level didn’t even appear on the system — an anomaly, a creature not meant to exist on Floor 41.

“Run!” Alem shouted to his comrades. “I’ll hold it back!”

But betrayal came in the form of a friend’s blade, driven through his side in a moment of desperation.

His best friend. The man who had fought by his side for sixteen years — almost two decades of laughter, hardship, and unspoken loyalty — turned his blade on him.

“I’m sorry…” the man whispered, his voice raw with regret. “I have to save them. We can’t all die here.”

Alem sank to his knees, blood gushing from the wound, warm and sticky as it pooled around him. The world blurred as memories flickered through his mind: the countless nights they had spent side by side, dreaming of conquering the tower three years ago — the tower that demanded humanity clear every ten floors within six months or face extinction.

He wanted to scream, to rage against the betrayal… but in the end, there was only emptiness.

“So… this is how it ends,” Alem thought bitterly. His heart was too tired to rage, too worn out to even grieve the betrayal of someone he had trusted with everything. In the face of betrayal, he felt… nothing.

The angel’s brilliance grew until everything was swallowed by white light.

And then… time stopped.

A figure appeared in the stillness, lounging in the air as though reclining on an invisible couch. She wore a stunning purple dress that shimmered with moonlight, her long, wavy purple hair framing her face. Her golden eyes, bright and divine, were half-lidded with sleepiness.

“Ah… what a mess,” she drawled

Alem's eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of morning light. He felt small — impossibly small — and realized he was cradled in a silken blanket. Above him loomed a wooden canopy, its beams carved with dragons and ancient runes. Velvet curtains shimmered softly in the morning glow, and sunlight danced on the stone floor.


A woman with silver-streaked dark hair leaned over him, her gentle smile warm and maternal.


"Oh… our prince has awakened," she said softly. "Good morning, my precious prince."


He had no name here yet, no title to claim.


For a moment, a flicker of awe — and something close to fear — passed through him. The world was so new, so vibrant, so impossibly vast. But it was also brimming with opportunity.


His mind still buzzed with Freya's bored yet powerful voice.


"The third son of the Vermithorne family, one of the most powerful families in Alemen… your father the patriarch, your mother a princess… powerful families, royal blood, temples of gods and devils…"


He shifted in the cradle, taking in the grand room around him. The air was rich with the scent of incense and polished wood, tapestries lined the walls, and the soft crackle of a hearth fire spoke of comfort and wealth.


"A medieval fantasy castle… no internet… no games… oh, damn…"


He let out a soft gurgle that made the nanny's eyes widen in delight.


"Well… let's see what I've got," he thought. In his mind, he called: "Status window."


A chime answered him, and a glowing window appeared before his blood-red eyes — eyes that flickered with power and memory.


"A hundred million points?!" Alem nearly laughed — or at least tried to.


"Freya… lazy as hell, but at least she didn't hold back."


He knew he'd have to wait until his body was older to unlock the ability market — two years, perhaps.


"Two years to watch… to learn… to prepare," he thought, determination flaring in his crimson eyes.


He closed the status window with a flick of thought, cooing softly as the nanny fussed over him. To her, he was a precious baby prince. To himself, he was a soul reborn — and this time, he would carve his path with his own hands.


And in the divine realm, Freya was already half-asleep again on her celestial couch, one golden eye lazily open.


"He'll be fine… I'm sure of it," she mumbled, drifting off into another nap.


Chapter 2 - Chapter 1: A New Beginning