Wraith_Weaver

In a world where the strong reign and the weak perish, Azrael was never meant to survive.

Born into nothing, hunted by forces beyond his understanding, he has spent his life running—from his past, from his enemies, and from an inevitable fate lurking in the shadows.

But when an enigmatic system binds itself to his soul, everything changes.

☠ Complete the missions. Grow stronger. Or face the unknown penalties. ☠

This isn’t a gift. It’s a gamble. Every failure has consequences.
Some take away his strength. Some take away his freedom.
And some... take away his life.

Now, trapped in a brutal world teeming with nightmarish creatures, warring factions, and hidden truths, Azrael must defy the system itself—before it consumes him.

⚔ Monsters lurk in the abyss.
⚔ Factions wage war for power.
⚔ A forgotten truth waits to be unearthed.

To ascend, he must embrace the shadows.
To survive, he must defy the system.
To rule, he must carve his name into the darkness.

[A Dark Fantasy | Level-Up System | High Stakes Survival].

Nightbound Legacy

The stench of blood clung to the air

Azrael lay on the cold, damp floor of the alley, his body trembling from exhaustion. Rain poured from the heavens, washing away the crimson stains on his skin, but it couldn't erase the pain. His ribs ached, his vision blurred, and his breaths came in shallow gasps.

The word rang in his ears, spoken by the man who had left him like this. A hired enforcer. Another faceless monster working for the people who wanted him dead. They hadn't even deemed him worth finishing off.

His fingers twitched as he tried to move, but his body wouldn't listen. His stomach growled, but hunger was the least of his concerns. He had lived like this for years—running, hiding, stealing scraps just to see another sunrise. But this time, he wasn't sure if he'd make it to dawn.

A sharp, cold wind howled through the alley, carrying with it a whisper. It wasn't human. It wasn't natural.

[Host detected. Binding process commencing…]

He had heard rumors. Stories of people marked by something greater. Some called it a blessing. Others, a curse.

A searing pain shot through his skull as unseen forces latched onto his very being. His screams were drowned by the storm as a flood of information surged into his mind.

Then, in the darkness, a message appeared before him.

[Welcome to the Nightbound System.]

[Survive. Grow stronger. Or perish.]

Azrael's fingers clenched into fists. Survive. That's all he had ever known. But now…

Now, the stakes were higher than ever.

Chapter 1-A Life Worth Nothing