ZurKaze

Zion has carried a quiet loneliness since childhood—not because he’s truly alone, but because he prefers solitude over the exhausting chaos of crowds. Drifting through life in his own rhythm, he’s content with his quiet existence. But when he steps into high school, his world starts to shift. He suddenly came to understand things that ordinary people were never meant to grasp. How will he respond to this revelation? And which path will he choose?

My Real Side

Audrey slipped into the luxurious car, her mind still lingering on the day's events, and soon they were gliding smoothly towards home.

Meanwhile, Zion was well on his way back, treading the familiar sidewalk when a sudden scream pierced the air.

"What was that sound?" he murmured, curiosity piqued as he sought the source of the distress. His steps led him to a narrow alley, where he casually entered, drawn by a sense of unease.

"I thought such vile acts were relics of a bygone era," he remarked, a wave of disgust washing over him as he witnessed a gang of thugs mercilessly beating a frail young man.

"Who are you?" growled a muscular man covered in tattoos, a grimace etched across his face. "If you don't want to die, get lost!" he barked, eyes narrowing menacingly.

Yet Zion remained unfazed, his expression cool and indifferent. "Actually, I wasn't planning to interfere, but I feel it's time to test something I recently acquired."

"What are you rambling about, kid?" the tattooed man spat, advancing towards Zion. The victim, a battered figure, lay crumpled on the ground, too weak to fight back. As the thug approached, he grasped Zion's shirt collar, intent on intimidation.

Zion merely smiled. "This is the perfect opportunity for a demonstration."

The night before Zion's first day of high school...

Zion was startled awake at 1 AM, his heart racing. "What is that voice? Who's there?"

Anxiously scanning the room, he found nothing, until a shimmering screen suddenly materialized before him.

[THE HOST RECEIVES A KATANA AS A FIRST GIFT]

Astonished, he stared at the blue screen. Without hesitation, he pressed the [CLAIM] button, and a katana appeared before him in a flash of light.

"Damn, who would refuse such a gift? I'm not foolish enough to turn it down," he muttered, still in shock. "What is this? How did a katana just materialize? And what was that blue screen?" Questions swirled in his mind.

"Yeah, of course. What kind of being are you?" Zion asked, feeling a hint of calm as he processed the surreal situation. He suspected it was a dream, but when he pinched himself and felt the sting of reality, he sighed, resigned. "Damn, this isn't a dream."

[YES, OF COURSE, THIS IS NOT A DREAM, HOST]

[I AM A SYSTEM CREATED BY A POWERFUL BEING IN ANOTHER WORLD]

[AND I AM THE ONLY SYSTEM IN THIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE]

[I AM ASSIGNED TO GUIDE YOU, HOST]

"Who created you? And why me?" Zion pressed, his curiosity deepening.

[YOU MUST BE STRONG ENOUGH TO KNOW, HOST]

"Very well," Zion replied, accepting his fate. After a lengthy exchange of questions, he learned that in his world, a hidden truth lurked: individuals possessed supernatural powers, unknown to ordinary humans. The system revealed that Zion hailed from the Yuu clan, a lineage steeped in mastery of fearsome sword techniques.

The revelation left him pondering the complexities of his existence. Is it possible my biological parents were part of this clan? Zion mused, his thoughts racing as the system narrated tales of their ruthless legacy.

"Forget it for now; I'll uncover the truth later," he decided, fatigue enveloping him after the whirlwind of revelations. With that, he surrendered to the pull of sleep, his mind finally quieting.

The Fact