It's almost time for awakening but suddenly a blue screen opened in Front of him
Rantaro's breath hitched as a vibrant blue screen shimmered into existence right before his eyes.
[SYSTEM: Please sign in.]
"What the actual hell…?" he breathed out, stumbling backward as if burned. The screen just hung there, impossibly suspended in mid-air, its soft blue light pulsing with an eerie, almost organic rhythm.
"Xiyau!" he yelled, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Get in here! There's this… this crazy floating thing in front of me!"
Xiyau shuffled into the room, her eyes still clouded with sleep. "Where? I don't see a thing." She blinked, then furrowed her brow. "Rantaro… you okay? You've been pushing yourself so hard lately, especially with the Awakening so close. Maybe you're just seeing things. It could be a weird side effect."
He opened his mouth to argue, to insist on the reality of the glowing screen, but the words caught in his throat. Maybe she was right. Maybe the exhaustion was finally playing tricks on his mind. With a heavy sigh, he sank onto the edge of his bed, rubbing his tired temples.
But the screen remained, its gentle hum now a persistent drone in the quiet room, like a stubborn insect he couldn't swat away.
[SYSTEM: Please sign in.]
It blinked again. Once. Twice. Unwavering. Impossible to ignore.
"…Damn it," he muttered under his breath, a surge of frustrated disbelief rising within him. He jabbed a finger at the glowing 'Sign In' prompt.
[Welcome, Host. You are now signed in.]
A sudden chill traced a path down his spine. The screen flickered, and a new message appeared instantly.
[Would you like to begin Awakening?]
His hand hovered over the 'Yes' option, a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach. This felt… wrong. Surreal. Yet, a strange, undeniable pull urged him forward. Heart pounding a frantic tattoo, he tapped 'Yes.'
[Awakening confirmed. Host is now Awakened.]
[Current Status:]
Strength: 6
Speed: 11
Intelligence: 16
Skills: None
Class: None
Rank: E
Aura: None
"E-rank?" The word escaped him as a disbelieving croak. "Are you freaking kidding me?!"
His jaw clenched, his hands instinctively forming fists. E-rank. The absolute bottom. The dregs. It felt like a cruel joke.
[Congratulations! You've received a Skill.]
[Do you wish to accept?]
"Are you serious right now?" he snapped, jabbing the 'Accept' button with more force than necessary. "Of course, I accept!"
But the system's next message sent a cold wave of dread washing over him.
[ERROR: This skill exceeds host's current soul threshold. It has been locked until Level 55.]
"Level FIFTY-FIVE?!" he exploded, leaping to his feet. "What kind of ridiculously overpowered, unusable skill did I just get stuck with?!"
A choked laugh escaped him, a bizarre mixture of panic and a strange, unsettling thrill. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.
[As a sign-in reward, you have received: 1x ruin Entry Token for 1 day.]
What ruin what are those!?
It's and doengon like place but combo of 10 or 20 dongen
Before he could fully process the frustrating news about the skill, something small and surprisingly heavy landed in his outstretched palm with a soft, metallic clink.
He stared down. Resting against his skin was a smooth, obsidian token, etched with intricate runes that pulsed with a faint, inner light. It felt strangely cold to the touch, yet a faint hum of energy seemed to emanate from it.
His throat went dry. He swallowed hard.
"This… this isn't just a trick of the light."
No hazy dream. No fleeting illusion. No mistake.
This was tangible. Real.
All of it.
He curled his fingers tightly around the token, the faint thrumming sensation a bizarre anchor to this impossible reality.
"E-rank trash. Stuck with a skill I can't even touch. And now… a key to some goddamn dungeon."
His pulse steadied, the initial shock giving way to a hard, burgeoning resolve. His breath hitched, but this time, it wasn't from fear. It was anticipation.
"Level 55, huh?" A grim determination hardened his gaze.
"Fine."
"I'll get there."
"No matter what the hell it takes."
He shoved the cold, solid token into his pocket, a silent promise echoing in the sudden stillness of the room. He took a deliberate step forward, towards the unknown that lay beyond the whispered promise of the ruin.