> "Environmental sync ending…"
SGPT100's voice sliced the air, smooth and detached.
The world trembled.
Ethan felt it before he saw it—like the static between two radio stations, or the moment just before a dream collapses. The jungle around him—the heat, the blood, the towering trees—suddenly felt fragile, as if it was no longer part of reality, but a memory clinging to him.
Then it broke.
Crack.
The sky fractured.
A soundless impact cracked across the horizon, and lines—bright, jagged, unnatural—ran through the very fabric of the forest like shattered glass.
The sun blinked out like a dying bulb.
The trees split down the middle and peeled away. Leaves turned into flickers of white static. The ground beneath his boots cracked like porcelain.
Ethan looked around in awe as the world—lush, violent, and so alive—shattered around him, the pieces floating upward, dissolving as they rose.
One final cry from a distant bird echoed. Then—
Silence.
A heartbeat later, everything fell away.
Ethan blinked at the sudden shift as the forest dissolved around him, each vine and leaf peeling away into nothingness until he stood once again in the endless white void.
Not a breeze, not a shadow—just pure, unbroken stillness.
He scratched the back of his head, eyes wide in lingering awe.
"Wow... so we're really back in the white room again, huh?" he muttered, almost chuckling. "That was some next-level stuff..."
His heavy axe-cleaver hybrid still hung at his side, stained from the trial. But now, in this sterile emptiness, it felt almost out of place—like dragging the wild into a blank sheet of paper.
Despite the emptiness, Ethan's heart still pounded with the thrill of battle.
> "Awaiting next input…"
SGPT100 hovered silently in front of him, waiting.
Ethan gave one last glance around, then grinned. "Okay, what's next?"
As Ethan stood there, broad axe resting across his shoulders, the silent white void suddenly stirred with digital hums and flickers. All the floating interface panels—previously dormant—lit up at once.
Each one displayed the same glowing line of text:
> [Scanning…]
Little circular loading bars spun like they were trying to look busy.
Ethan raised a brow and tilted his head.
"Oh boy. You scanning me again? What, you tryna count my biceps or something?"
The bars filled with a smooth chime. One by one, the panels snapped into formation and combined into a single glowing screen—neat and official-looking.
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Current Goal Progression
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✓ Class Selection
✓ Stat Distribution
✓ Trait Selection
✓ Combat Simulation
X Starting Pack Distribution
X Upgrade Tutorial
X Transfer to world no.34
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Ethan scanned the glowing checklist, one hand lazily resting on his cleaver.
"Four down, three to go," he muttered with a smirk. "We're halfway through the divine to-do list. I guess—."
He rapped his axe handle against the Starting Pack section, eyes lighting up.
> "Processing Starting Pack Selection…"
The interface responded, spinning up with a low hum.
Ethan rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck with a grin.
He flashed his usual shark grin.
"C'mon system, make it rain."
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Starter Kit 01: Boneforged Pack
"Carved from the dead. Worn by the savage."
×12 Hardened Beast Bones — Thick, dense, and unnaturally durable; taken from apex predators of the fallen wilds.
×4 Fanged Marrow Shards — Bone shards filled with residual energy, perfect for lining weapons or armor.
×1 Cracked Skull Core — A mutated creature's core plate, ideal for crafting brutal helms or heavy shoulder gear.
> Primitive, but deadly. This pack screams raw, ruthless power—ideal for someone who wants to crush skulls up close.
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Starter Kit 02: Abyss Ore Pack
"Forged deep beneath a world that forgot light."
×10 Chunks of Blackvein Ore — Dense, dark ore that hums faintly with elemental weight. Heavy and sharp when forged.
×3 Bars of Shadowsteel — Refined metal from collapsed ruins, rumored to resist both heat and magic.
×2 Veinshard Lenses — Fragmented minerals used to socket energy flows into weapons or armor.
> This pack leans cold and tactical—less primitive, more intimidating. Designed for brutal elegance and raw resilience.
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Starter Kit 03: Corehunter Pack
"The strong eat monsters. The smart use their hearts."
×8 Dull Monster Cores — Contain trace elemental essences, usable in crafting for explosive effects.
×4 Viscera-Infused Fibers — Stretchy sinew-like material from predator-class beasts. Tough and flexible.
×2 Pulsing Core Fragments — Semi-living remains of elite monsters, still radiating unstable energy.
> This pack is volatile—designed for those who want to risk power for potential. Highly adaptable, but dangerously unstable.
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Ethan stood with his arms crossed, staring at the floating starter pack interface.
His grin slowly faded.
"…Wait. That's it?" he muttered, squinting. "Where's the shiny loot? No epic sword of flame? No overpowered armor set with a tragic backstory?"
He jabbed a finger at the panel.
"Where's the 'Congratulations, you've reincarnated into a fantasy world, here's your god-tier equipment' starter bundle? This is just… crafting junk!"
He scanned the materials again—bones, ores, cores—and let out a breath of disbelief.
"This is some survival mode, caveman-DIY nonsense," he muttered, shaking his head. "Where are the skill books? The epic drops? The 'Main Character Privilege' package?"
Just then, the interface flickered.
SGPT100's main panel split into dozens of smaller ones, expanding like a digital bloom around him. Each one loaded a new stream of data. Diagrams. Charts. Definitions. Concepts Ethan couldn't make sense of fast enough.
Then the primary voice returned—clear, robotic, and calm.
> "Report: World No.34 has undergone a full environmental reset."
> "Due to this reset, the world has reverted to a high-danger, high-growth ecosystem. In response, all weapons, entities, and lifeforms now evolve in direct correlation with the world's chaos."
The panels began displaying animated diagrams—shimmering blades absorbing bones, shifting metal reshaping itself after consuming a beast's core.
> "The materials before you are rare catalysts. They can be fed directly into the host's chosen weapon to initiate transformation."
> "Each evolution alters the weapon's form, unlocks unique skills, and inherits traits from the consumed materials."
> "There is no restriction to what your weapon may absorb: monster flesh, alloy remnants, ancient gear... even souls. Evolution is infinite."
Ethan stared at the growing sea of data—his disbelief slowly turning into something else.
Curiosity. Intrigue. Excitement.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a slow, dangerous grin returning to his face.
"…So you're telling me… I don't get a busted sword now… because I get to build one later… out of whatever I kill?"
His voice dropped a note lower, wild with possibility.
"Oh, hell yes."
He looked back at the packs—bone, ore, core—no longer seeing junk.
Now, he saw potential.
Raw, ugly, brutal potential.
"Alright then," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Let's cook something disgusting."
>"Would you like to proceed to the upgrade tutorial?"