In a world intertwining magic, knights, and burgeoning technology, young Leonard grapples with memories of a past life in the modern world after waking up reborn in this new, tumultuous reality. Separated from his family amidst a devastating conflict, Leonard's life takes a precarious turn when he is taken under the wing of Alfonso, a reclusive and somewhat deranged wizard. Under Alfonso's tutelage and the rigorous demands of a daily task panel that rewards him for mundane chores with experience points, Leonard finds himself thrust into a harsh survival regime, far removed from his previous life's comforts. His daily life oscillates between mastering arcane spells, learning the delicate art of Earth Ring meditation, and handling the meager sustenance at the prison-like estate where he and Alfonso reside.

As Leonard's skills grow, so too does his awareness of the wider conflicts that plague this world, blend of industrial revolution-era technology and dark magical forces. The task panel becomes a strange companion, guiding him through tasks that blend the mundane with the magical, pushing him to grow stronger. Amidst the backdrop of this grim reality. The complex interplay of power, survival, and the echoes of his former life drives Leonard to not only master his new abilities but to unravel the mysteries of this world and perhaps find a way back to his family, despite the cold indifference of his master. Each experience point earned and each new ring formed in his meditation brings him closer to understanding this world's brutal truths and his own place within it.

Wizard With Daily Task Panel!

In the dead of night, a dense fog rolled through the streets, shrouding everything in its wet, ghostly embrace. 


A shadowy figure vaulted over a wall and landed quietly in a yard. 


"Stop," a voice called from the next door, cutting through the stillness. 


The figure paused mid-motion, and as the fog parted around him, his true form emerged. His limbs were unnaturally long, nearly brushing the ground, and his face was a cold, cyan mask of rigidity. Dybala stood tall, eyes flicking up to the creature on the second-floor balcony nearby, another being as inhuman as himself. 


The creature's yellow-orange eyes glowed with murderous intent, its scaled body rippling as it glared down at Dybala. 


A dark chuckle escaped Dybala's lips. "I remember you. You were with the others that day. Looks like I didn't come to the wrong place." 


David's gaze locked onto the deep sword wound on Dybala's right chest, barely held together. "Arrogant, even with that wound?" he sneered. 


Sea God's Treasure!