There was once a boy who smiled at the world even as it spat in his face. Born to nothing, raised by no one, and forgotten by everyone else. His name was Kairen—though not even he remembered it fondly. He had no legacy, no clan, no prophecy carved in stars. Just an orphan scraping by in the lower alleys of Arcvale, a city where status meant survival and namelessness was a death sentence.
He once had a reason to live: Ren. The only person who had ever called him a friend. They had nothing no parents, no gold, no future but they laughed like they had everything. Together, they hunted scraps, ran from guards, and dreamed about one day becoming dungeon raiders. Not for glory but For freedom.
But dreams are fragile things.
On the day of Arcvale's worst dungeon break in decades, Ren entered illegally with a group of desperate mercenaries. They never came back. The guilds called it bad luck. The nobles called it acceptable loss. The city forgot. But Kairen didn't. He stood at the sealed edge of the crater for days, waiting. Hoping. Starving.
Until hope turned to rot.
That was the day he changed. He didn't cry. Didn't scream. He simply decided: strength. He would gain power—enough to walk into hell and come back laughing. Not for revenge. Not for justice. Just to prove he could.
"I'll take everything," he whispered. "If it means making the world feel just a shred of what I felt tonight… I'll burn it all."
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Dozens entered but None returned.
The guilds sealed it off. Declared it "unstable" and "forbidden."
Now he don't have anything that he cares about.
He stepped into the dungeon's gaping and the world flipped upside down.
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