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

A chilling gust swept through the ruined city, carrying the scent of damp stone and something more… something Azrael couldn't quite place. His breath came in slow, measured puffs, his body tense with anticipation.

The system's voice echoed in his mind.

[New Quest: Survive the First Trial.]

[Objective: Overcome the nightmare manifestation.]

Azrael clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest. No warnings. No preparation. Just straight into another life-or-death situation.

A low, guttural growl resonated from the shadows. Azrael's gaze darted toward the sound, his muscles coiled like springs. Something moved in the darkness—slow, deliberate, predatory.

Then, it stepped into the dim moonlight.

A creature, twisted and grotesque, with elongated limbs and hollow, glowing eyes. Its form flickered between reality and nightmare, as if it wasn't fully bound to this world. Its fingers, clawed and twitching, scraped against the stone, leaving deep gashes in the earth.

Azrael's breath hitched. His instincts screamed at him to run.

He couldn't outrun something like this.

Azrael's grip tightened around the crude weapon in his hand—a jagged piece of metal he had scavenged earlier. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. His eyes flickered over the creature, analyzing its movements. It was slow… at first.

Azrael barely reacted in time, rolling to the side as the nightmare's claws shredded the space where he had stood. The wind pressure alone sent a sharp sting across his cheek. Too close.

[Warning: Entity is classified as Tier-1 Nightmare.]

[Tier-1 Nightmares possess enhanced physical abilities and are resistant to normal attacks.]

His mind raced. Resistant to normal attacks? So what was he supposed to do? He had no powers, no armor, and no real weapon. The system gave him a quest, but no instructions. Was this some kind of cruel joke?

The creature let out a shriek and rushed again. Azrael ducked, barely evading its grasp. His muscles screamed in protest, his stamina draining fast.

Azrael's eyes darted to his surroundings—ruins, debris, broken pillars. Nothing useful… except—his gaze locked onto a rusted chain hanging from an old scaffold. It swayed lightly in the wind, attached to a broken beam.

The creature lunged again, but this time, Azrael ran—not away, but toward the scaffold. His heart pounded as he counted the seconds. The nightmare followed, its twisted form gaining on him.

At the last moment, Azrael twisted his body and jumped, grabbing the chain with both hands. His weight yanked it loose from the beam.

The entire structure collapsed onto the nightmare, burying it under a mountain of debris. Dust exploded into the air, clouding his vision.

Azrael hit the ground, coughing violently. His arms burned from the effort, but he forced himself up, eyes locked onto the rubble.

[Rewards: Partial System Synchronization Unlocked.]

Azrael blinked. His body felt… different. Stronger? No, not quite. More like… something had clicked into place, like a door opening in the back of his mind.

Chapter 8:The First Trial