Bain_Ban

When teen Beniamin wakes up trapped in Magic & Stuff—a clichéd, poorly written manhwa he once mocked—he’s forced to rewrite its garbage plot. The original protagonist, Kael, is destined to become a tyrannical overlord, and Beni is forced to stop him, enjoying the process. But enrolling in the elite academy that shapes Kael’s rise costs a fortune, and Beni’s stats are laughably weak. Armed with a glitchy system that threatens death for failure, he hustles through a world of monster hunts and noble snobbery, exploiting every plot hole and loophole to survive.  

*Can a broke, underpowered nobody outsmart a broken story—or will he become its next casualty?*

Magic and Shi

A boot nudged my ribs. My eyes snapped open to see a hunter crouched over me, his hand hovering near my dagger.

"AAH!" He stumbled back, clutching his chest. "What the hell?! Why're you playing dead?!"

I sat up slowly, blade still in hand. "Meditating. Advanced hunter technique. You wouldn't get it."

"Freak!" he hissed, scrambling away.

*[Weakness: Stomach | Traits: Paralyzing Venom]*

So the bite wasn't demonic—just venomous. My regeneration neutralized it. Luck 3 coming in clutch.

A rickety wagon rattled up beside me as I trudged toward the city. The driver, a grizzled man missing three teeth, grinned. "Need a ride? Two copper."

"No cash," I said, tightening my grip on the dagger.

His eyes lingered on the blade. "That's a fine weapon for a kid…"

"Try it and lose a finger," I said flatly. He paled and snapped the reins, speeding off.

### *Guild Hall – Lower District Branch*

The guild erupted in jeers when I walked in.

"Look! The rookie's not dead!" a hunter cackled.

I dumped three mana cores on the counter. The clerk raised an eyebrow at the Skitterclaw core. "Rare drop for F-rank. Luck or skill?"

The inn's sign creaked: The Safe Inn™.

A week's stay and meals cost 5 silver. The steak tasted like leather, but I wasn't complaining.

*[New Mission: Acquire 100,000 Silver]*

*[Penalty: Lv. 7 Poison (Fatal)]*

A message flickered in my vision:

"What am I supposed to say? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?"

"HEY! KEEP YOUR TONE DOWN!" The innkeeper slammed her fist on the counter.

Before heading back to the forest, I ducked into the inn's "bathroom"—a glorified closet with a hole in the floor.

"Heh, for a world with magic this sure is anticlimactic"

I returned to the clearing where I'd passed out. The demon wolf's corpse lay untouched—no decay, no insects. Must be the Dryad's doing. Her presence kept demonic beasts away, even pests. Lucky me

*[Achievement: "Spirit Seer (B-Rank)"]*

*[Description: See spirits (mana cost: 5/sec). Warning: Spirits above skill level remain hidden.]*

The world flickered. Translucent figures materialized—wispy, fragmented ghosts drifting between trees. None noticed me.

At the clearing's heart stood an ancient oak. The Dryad's tree. No glowing aura, no reaching vines. Just… quiet protection.

*[System Error: "NullReferenceException: Object 'Dryad_Blessing' not found."]*

"This reminds me of my developer career. At least I know how to debug garbage code."

*[New Mission: Hunt 1 C-Rank Demonic Beast]*

"What? Fun? I will give you fun" Beni turned to the empty air—where he knew the system's invisible eyes watched—and raised both hands.

Earth's universal salute. Let the system decode that.

The forest trembled. A roar echoed—guttural, hungry.

*[Weakness: Downhills, eyesight | Traits: ???]*

"Of course. Why wouldn't a C rank be here? I think it wants to decode my salute personally, kek"

Fun & S***