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Name: Arthur Park
Age: 19
Title: none
Level: 3
Strength: 25
Agility: 29
Intelligence: 30
Stamina: 25
Perception: 25
Vitality: 30
Mana: 3000
HP: 5000
Skills;
Basic Katana techniques Lv: 1 (Basic Katana skills)
Flash step Lv: 1 ( instantaneous steps, a blur to people.
Odin's eye Lv: 1 ( See a person's stats, gather mana)
Death roar Lv: 1 ( A screech that damages the persons perception and thought process)
Authorities;
Gluttony
(Eat to grow stronger.)
Gabriel's Wrath (locked)
Adam's Build (locked)
??? (Locked)
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I've survived thanks to luck but I need to grow stronger in order to avoid circumstances where luck won't play as certain factor. I thought while looking at my status window.
There are ranks.
Not the kind you see in your favorite online games where your ego inflates after climbing out of bronze. No, these ranks define whether you can kill a goblin or split a mountain in half.
The scale goes like this: F, E, D, C, B, A, S, X
Right now, here in Seoul, there are 15 X-rank players—demigods who can wipe out countries if they get out of bed the wrong way—and around 20 S-ranks, who aren't much weaker. Below them, it's a dogpile of everyone else clawing for scraps.
I'm nowhere near that. I just got dropped into this insane world at the starting line of the game—barely the 20th floor cleared. And since floors can be raided, the tower isn't just a neat little single-player experience anymore. It's a global battlefield.
The system is simple but brutal.
You gain power through the weapon you use. Pick up a dagger? You'll unlock dagger skills. Swing a staff? Boom, mage class. Want to be cool with a katana? Katana techniques.
But… there's a rare exception.
The [All-Wielder.] A class that lets you use every weapon and gain their powers. Nobody can grind for it. Nobody can buy it with money. It's pure, stupid luck. The kind of thing that makes people scream, "Why not me?!" when they see it on the leaderboard.
And then there are Authorities.
Think cheat codes, but handed out by cosmic sugar daddies. Authorities are given by Constellations—mysterious, godlike beings who throw powers at chosen players like candy at a parade. Sometimes they sponsor players, sometimes they abandon them, sometimes they just watch like it's Netflix.
Some players get lucky, score an Authority, and rocket past everyone else. Others never see a single sponsor in their life.
And then there's the Hall of the Universe. The leaderboard. The wall of glory. The place where every achievement is recorded across Earth. People live and die to see their names carved there.
…Me? I just got here. And apparently, the gods have a twisted sense of humor.
Because I pulled a 00000.0001% chance weapon.
An EX-rank ego-bound katana.
Meet Sirria.
A weapon with its own will, its own personality, and enough ego to probably argue with me if I piss it off. Feed it mana, and it unlocks new techniques. Keep it happy, and it'll make me strong. Screw it up… well, I don't want to find out.
No one pulls an EX weapon. Even if you maxed out your luck stat, sold your soul, and emptied your bank account on gacha rolls, the odds would still be basically zero. It's not something you earn. It's something God decides you deserve.
And somehow, I—Arthur Park, formerly Lee Daejin, 28-year-old loser who died of too many Red Bulls—got one.
What a joke.
I left the tutorial floor behind, stepping out of the cave and into blinding sunlight.
What greeted me wasn't some medieval fantasy kingdom or a wasteland.
It was Seoul.
Bustling streets. Neon signs. The smell of fried chicken and exhaust fumes. The tower—massive, obsidian, reaching endlessly into the sky—loomed at the center of the city like the world's biggest middle finger. Everyone stared at it, feared it, worshiped it. And anyone could walk inside and climb, if they had the guts.
Currently, Earth's strongest had only managed to push the world to the 24th floor. A collective effort of Z-ranks and S-ranks bleeding and sweating at the frontlines. Meanwhile, the rest of humanity lived their daily lives in the tower's shadow.
And me? I lived here too.
In a modest three-bedroom housein Mapo-gu, Seoul. Not glamorous, not terrible. Just… ordinary.
I shared it with my older sister. At least, that's what the system said.
When I saw her for the first time, I froze.
Because she looked exactly like my sister from my past life. Her name Mins Park.
The same sharp eyes that could silence me with a glance. The same habit of tucking her hair behind her ear. The same terrifying aura when she got annoyed.
It was like the game had stolen her face and dropped her here.
I didn't know what to feel. Relief? Fear? Guilt?
Before I could decide, a purple notification popped in front of me.
[Transfer complete.]
[The person transferred with you: Your sister.]
My heart skipped a beat.
My real sister? Here?
I sprinted out of the house, eyes scanning the streets, desperate. My chest ached, not from running but from the sheer panic boiling inside me.
Then I saw her.
I gasped. "Sis—!"
The woman turned, startled.
Not her.
She had the same last name—Park. Same general age range. But the resemblance ended there. This one had softer features, chestnut-brown hair tied neatly in a bun, and a pair of glasses she nearly dropped when I shouted.
She blinked at me like I'd just tried to rob her.
"…Excuse me?" she said carefully.
A notification floated above her head like a cruel joke.
[Trisha Park – Unawakened.]
Age: 24. Occupation: Recruitment Manager, Gold mine Guild.
Not my sister.
Trisha looked freaked out. She stepped back like I was some creep. Which… fair.
"Wait," I stammered, hands raised. "Sorry, I—I thought you were someone else."
Her expression said stay the hell away.
Before I could dig my grave deeper, another notification hit me.
[Main Quest Unlocked.]
Quest: Find your sister before month's end.
Reward: +5 to all stats.
Reward: Sirria Awakens.
Reward: All skills upgraded to Lv. 2.
I stared. Then reread it three times just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
Find my sister. My real sister. The one who had been transferred with me.
And if I failed…? The system didn't say. Which probably meant something really bad.
I looked at Mina again. She looked back at me like I was insane.
And honestly, maybe I was.
But this wasn't just some quest.
This was personal.
Because if my real sister was out there, somewhere in this tower-infested world, then I had one month to find her—or lose her forever.
I gripped Sirria tightly. The blade pulsed faintly in my hand, like it understood.
"Alright," I muttered under my breath, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. "I'll play your game. I'll climb your tower. I'll find her."
My heart pounded, my blood burned, and for the first time since I'd woken in this nightmare, I felt alive.
"Let's get started."