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On Terra, everyone has a 58% chance to “Awaken” as a Traveler—a chosen few who can access mystical portals called Flumes, allowing them to travel to Genovia, a world filled with unimaginable power, chaos, and danger. But not everyone gets to be a hero.

Born into a struggling family with nothing but ragged clothes and a bleak future, Aoni Thurston, a total nobody with a humiliating One-Star Potential and G- stats across the board, knows his only chance at survival hinges on unlocking his hidden ability, something which all Traveler’s are gifted “Attributes.” 

But Aoni’s Attribute, “Progression,” holds a secret—a power to bend the rules of his ruthless reality. Each small victory, every step forward, earns him mysterious Progress Points, enabling him to transform his weaknesses into strength. Surviving the unforgiving snows of his desolate Territory, he faces isolation, despair, and near-death, all while unraveling the potential of his Attribute.

In a world where power is everything, can Aoni claw his way from obscurity to greatness, or will the system grind him into dust? His future is uncertain, but one thing is clear—everything in his world can change through his Attribute: Progression.

Legendary Traveler: By Earning Progress Points I will Become Supreme!

"Leave??? You wanna just LEAVE after getting top marks on your STATS?" Hearing Aoni's words, Damien stared at him incredulously.

"I said what I said, now let's go. We are already sticking out like a sore thumb. The bigger a scene you make, the worse it's going to be for me," giving him a pleading look, Aoni tugged his wrist away from his new friend, Spun around, and began cutting a path through the crowd of young adults, making their way closer to get a good look at the screen.

Being around the blabber mouth was bad enough, but once you factor in that his scores are open for anyone to see and his name smack dab in gold letters on his Orange Access Card, anyone could make a connection if they had even half an active brain cell.

"Oh yeah, that's right, we still gotta do that," nodding in such a way that his hair flapped about like a fish, Damien fell in step next to Aoni as they pushed against the bodies coming the opposite direction.

Swift Retreat, Communicator Acquired