DarkAngel_

I didn’t like the synopsis that was here before, so I deleted it. However, I can’t think of a new one right now, so I won’t be putting one up for the time being.

As for what I have to say about this—despite the beginning, this isn’t a story about systems or dungeons, at least not in my view. It’s not my intention to write that, despite the obvious nods. This first part isn’t even focused on action, to be honest. I’d wager you could count on the fingers of one hand how many dungeons Hye entered even after 130 chapters.

Portals were an easier way to explain what happens with the monsters, but that wasn’t the original idea. It was something I borrowed from works like *Solo*, for example, but it’s not what I envision happening in that world. Nowadays, I’ve already thought of a way to explain how things really work as I see them—in this case, without portals—but to change that, I’d have to rewrite the entire story, and, well, that would require time—a luxury I don’t have.

I hope you enjoy it, if you decide to give it a chance, of course.




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Echoes of Hollow

The elves are astonishingly swift. Admetos noticed that it hardly even looks like they’re running—it’s as if their feet glide over some invisible layer. All he can feel is the breeze, yet it’s far too faint to be stirred by their movement, so he reasons that this must be the answer: the unseen layer, the wind that surrounds it. 


Glancing back, he realizes he’s ventured farther into the forest than ever before. This is treacherous terrain—pits, sudden drops, steep descents, rivers, and unexpected patches of mud and clay that can snare your foot. One misstep here could be devastating, especially mid‑battle. 


In some odd way, this place reminds him of home. Not that it brings comfort. 


“…I’m sorry, Mother,” he murmurs before the black portal, “but this one shouldn’t be dangerous, so… you needn’t worry. I think.” 


Chapter 119