⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, psychological trauma, and depictions of death. Reader discretion is advised. Not suitable for sensitive readers or those under 16. All violent content serves narrative purposes only.


Rion awakens on a strange land…
He remembers nothing of his past but his name, and a flicker of his sister’s name lingering in his memory—as if time had washed everything else away. He doesn't know where he came from, nor why he arrived on this mysterious planet. But one thing is certain: he must walk… he must search.

His journey begins, driven by an instinctive curiosity. He follows his desires unconsciously, chasing fleeting pleasures and vague obsessions—just as anyone who has lost their path might do. But in this world, no one can afford to remain heedless for long, for the winds of fate always return for their passengers, even if they return with broken ribs.

Rion travels a harsh path, tossed by events, scorched by experience, and pushed by life to confront himself before confronting the world. His journey is not merely a search for a lost past, but for an identity… for meaning… for the essence of existence itself.

Rion’s journey is a reflection of the human evolution: from the rule of instinct, to the awakening of self-awareness, to rebellion against destiny. It is a glimpse into one of life’s endless faces, where man steps from the shadows of ignorance toward the light of understanding—not as a hero, but simply as a human being.

Greetings, wanderers of fantastical realms…


You who follow the trail of words as a traveler chases the dawn light through the dark of night.


Here you are, opening the pages of a world…


A world born from a passion that never dims, and a heart that beats with unwavering faith.


You might wonder, perhaps even raise a brow in curiosity:


"How dare a new writer pause the tale to address us like this?"


I know… I know that souls yearn for adventures, not introductions—


Some of you might hear arrogance in my tone, or youthful ambition in my words.


Perhaps one of you even whispers inwardly:


"He's just starting out… and yet he dares to dream so high?"


But allow me to speak with an honesty that knows no hesitation:


I do not believe that wisdom is bound by age,


Nor that ambition must be confined by years.


When the mind awakens, it finds its path.


When will is born, it asks no permission—it simply moves forward.


This story before you is not a fleeting tale written to fill silence.


But a mirror of what I believe in, and an echo of what I long for.


I do not seek to be "good," nor even "great"…


I aspire to something higher: to glory.


To a summit beyond comparison—to be the absolute best.


Even if a thousand obstacles rise in my way,


A side character in the galaxy of dreamers…


But I lift my eyes to the skies, and I dream.


And leave an imprint on the memory of art.


Perhaps… only if laziness finds its way into my spirit,


If life snuffs out the fire within me—


The one that ignites the word and breathes life into imagination.


For this story is my passion, my sweat, and the fruit of long nights and longer days.


And with God's will—it shall become all it was meant to be


Author’s Oath