Chapter 2
The first thing I feel as I wake up is the grass brushing against my skin. I sit up and scan my surroundings.
A quiet open field.
In the distance — a massive tower piercing the sky, surrounded by a city.
Orario. Probably ten miles away.
How do I know that?
No clue it Just a gut feeling.
Or maybe the system shoved the info in my head without asking.
I glance down: basic leather armor on my chest, arms, and legs. A small round shield is strapped to my left arm. Beside where I woke up — a short sword.
Great A short sword.
Good control, especially in narrow dungeon spaces.
I pick it up and start walking, the grass crunching beneath my boots.
Then — thump.
A small bag lands in front of me. I crouch down, open it, and find it full of valis.
Nice. At least I won't be spending my first night here starving.
Still, I should probably check the currency's value before someone rips me off.
Magic or not, every world's got its share of con artists.
As I think about my next step, shouting echoes from up ahead. I glance up.
A line is forming at the city gates. Someone's getting caught smuggling… something. Probably illegal.
Rough day for him.
I join the line. When my turn comes, an old man with tired eyes walks over.
"Got any identification?" he asks.
I shrug, keeping a straight face. "Lost it in a drinking bet."
He gives me a long, annoyed look — the kind that says I'm not the first idiot to use that excuse today.
"Not my problem," he mutters. "You can enter. Next time, make it more believable."
Cool guy. I should probably try to make friends with him later. I mentally note that down and head inside.
Once I'm in the outer district, I take it slow, mapping the area in my head. A few streets down, I spot an inn symbol carved above a door. I head straight for it.
An elderly lady greets me with a nod.
"I'd like a room," I say, flashing my best smile.
"Simple one-bed room, bucket, and toilet. 100 valis per night," she replies.
...A bucket? Seriously?
Then again, this is an old-world setup. I'll have to get used to it.
"I'll take five nights," I say. "With breakfast."
She nods. "That'll be 750 valis."
I hand over the money and head to my room. The moment I see the bed, I collapse onto it like a sack of potatoes.
Flat on my back, I stare at the ceiling.
One word floats in my head: System.
To my surprise, it responds.
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────── 『SIMULATION SYSTEM』 ──────
[1] Status
[2] Skills
[3] Titles
[4] Inventory
[5] Quests
[6] Simulation
[7] Shop (🔒 Req. Lv 2)
[8] System Mail (🔒 Req. Lv 2)
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I tap [1] Status.
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───── STATUS ─────
Name: Allen Martin
Race: Human?
Class: None
Alignment: Unknown
Level: 1
XP: 0 / 100
Fame: 0
HP: 120 / 120
MP: 30 / 30
STR: 9 (Average human: 10)
AGI: 11
VIT: 8
DEX: 10
INT: 10
LUK: ???
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Skill Points: 0 (Gain 3 per level)
Perk Points: 0 (Gain 10 per level)
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Titles: [None]
…
The status is synced with the Simulation Room. Any gains from simulations apply to my real stats.
XP can be earned through combat or post-simulation evaluations.
Time to check the last option. Saving the best for last.
I tap [6] Simulation.
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───── SIMULATION ROOM ─────
Please choose:
▶ Background:
• [Poor] – Weak gear, but high survival instinct.
• [Rich] – Better equipment, but softer body.
• [Noble] – Early Fame, low Trust from commoners, high risk of kidnapping.
▶ Talents:
• [Knight]
Peak
Elite
High
Moderate
Basic
• [Mage]
Archmage
High Mage
Mid Mage
Basic Mage
Apprentice
• [Brawler]
Peak
Elite
High
Moderate
Basic
▶ Race:
• Human – Balanced. Adaptable to any class.
• Elf – +2 DEX, +2 INT. Weak defense.
• Dwarf – +3 VIT, +2 STR. Low AGI.
• Beastkin – +3 AGI, +1 LUK. Moderate INT.
• Demonblood – High MP. Hated by many.
• Spiritborn – Passive mana regen. No physical bonuses.
• Drakan – Fire-resistant. Slower XP gain.
⚠️ Choices affect growth, perception, and Familia compatibility.
> One-time selection. Choose wisely.
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I hover over the options, absorbing each detail.
The elf race catches my eye — long lifespan, bonus stats. Tempting.
Especially the idea of being an elf mage…
Maybe even trying to flirt with a certain green-haired royal elf in a simulation.
Okay, decision made — but I'll save that for tomorrow.
Right now… sleep.