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

Azrael had known pain. The kind that sank into his bones, whispered in his ear, and reminded him that survival was never guaranteed. But this… this was something different.

He barely had time to react as his body was flung backward, crashing into the cold stone ground. His vision blurred, his ribs aching from the impact. The world around him was shifting—twisting in ways that made no sense.

He clenched his fists, pushing himself up despite the searing pain in his chest. His breathing was ragged, but his mind was sharper than ever. He wasn't going to die here. Not like this.

The nightmarish creatures that surrounded him stood at the edges of the dimly lit chamber. Their bodies were shifting shadows, their hollow eyes locked onto him with eerie anticipation. They weren't attacking. Not yet.

Azrael wiped the blood from his lips, forcing a grin. "You're hesitating. Why?"

Then, the system's voice echoed in his mind.

[Survival Task Activated: Prove Your Worth]

[Failure to complete the task will result in termination.]

Azrael's heart pounded. "Of course, you'd throw that at me now."

He didn't have time to hesitate. He had to move.

With a deep breath, he launched forward, his instincts screaming at him to react. The first shadow lunged, claws stretching out like jagged knives. He twisted, barely dodging, before slamming his elbow into its featureless face.

Azrael knew he couldn't fight them all—at least not head-on. He had to be smarter. Faster.

His mind raced as he scanned the chamber, searching for an opening. That's when he saw it—an old, half-crumbled archway at the far end of the room.

The creatures reacted instantly, howling as they gave chase. The ground beneath him trembled, shadows rising like tendrils, trying to ensnare him. He leapt over one, slid under another, his breath sharp and focused.

One mistake. That was all it would take for him to be swallowed whole.

But Azrael didn't make mistakes. Not anymore.

Reaching the archway, he threw himself through it, rolling into darkness. The creatures screeched, unable to follow. A barrier. A protection he hadn't noticed before.

He collapsed onto his back, gasping.

His heart was still hammering, his body trembling with adrenaline. But he had survived.

Chapter 10: Shattered Illusions