Chapter 1: The New World

Vale Morian had always been different. From a young age, his mind worked like a finely tuned blade, slicing through complexities and grasping concepts that others struggled with. Born into the forgotten Morian family, he had been a prodigy in the sword arts, mastering the legendary Morian Sword Art by the time he was fourteen. His body had adapted to the art, transforming it into something far more powerful, and by sixteen, he had become a swordmaster in a world where strength was paramount.

But none of that mattered now.

He stood in a barren field, his boots pressing into the soft, unfamiliar earth beneath him. He had been plucked from his life on Earth—his world—and thrust into a new one. The Battlefield of All Races, a name that lingered in his mind like an omen. More than ten thousand races were fighting for dominance here, some divine, some monstrous, others weaker than the lowest creature on Earth. He could hear the distant roars of beasts and the clashing of weapons in the far distance, and yet, all of it seemed… distant.

Vale wasn't like the others. While the other transmigrants—people like him—were panicking, unsure of what was happening or what would happen to them, Vale remained calm. His mind worked on a different level.

A faint blue screen flickered to life before him, and Vale knew exactly what it was: a status window.

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Name: Vale Morian

Talents:

• Infinite Extraction (Mythical): Able to extract anything from a dead object, be it items, abilities, or even talents.

• Suprime Sublimation (Chaos): Able to sublimate anything to a higher level. Once per day, can use God-Level Sublimation to elevate anything to the highest level possible.

Stats:

• Strength: 10

• Agility: 10

• Intelligence: 10

• Spirit: 10

Skills:

• Morian Sword Art (Rare): A refined sword art passed down through the Morian family, utilizing the full potential of the human body's willpower as a weapon.

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He looked at the window thoughtfully. He had already known the details of his talents—Infinite Extraction and Suprime Sublimation—and yet, seeing them here in front of him brought a wave of familiarity. He had once believed that such powers only existed in the realm of fantasy. Yet, here he was, with abilities that surpassed even the most legendary of heroes. But it didn't matter. What mattered was survival.

The other transmigrants—Earthlings—were scattered throughout different novice villages. They had been teleported here without warning, forced into a system of levels and quests that could either elevate them to godhood or destroy them entirely. Vale's status was different. His talents, his mind, and his swordsmanship gave him an edge that few could ever understand.

A sudden influx of voices filled his mind as the local chat system activated, and he saw dozens of new messages scroll across his vision:

[Global Chat – New Message]

• "What the hell is going on?!"

• "Am I dreaming? Where are we?"

• "Is this some kind of game?"

• "I can't use my phone! What the hell is this place?!"

Vale scrolled past the messages. Fear, panic, confusion. It was all too common in a world like this, where even the strongest of individuals could be crushed under the weight of the unknown. He wasn't like them. He had faced worse odds before.

He turned his attention back to the status window. As he focused, it shifted, and a new tab opened: Quest Log.

Quest: Survive in the Novice Village

Objective: Reach level 10 within one week to avoid being erased from existence.

Rewards: Unlock additional talents, abilities, and quests.

A cold shiver ran through Vale's spine. The penalty for failure was death. He had heard the whispers—some villagers hadn't made it. This place wasn't forgiving.

But Vale wasn't just any villager. He had Infinite Extraction—he could extract talents from fallen enemies or other beings. Suprime Sublimation would also allow him to elevate anything to a higher level—potentially even surpassing the normal limits of this world. The sheer possibilities were endless.

A deep breath. Vale had always believed in himself, and that confidence hadn't faltered in this strange new world.

The sky above him shifted as the system's countdown began—Level Up or Die echoed through his mind. Time was running out.

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A far-off explosion rattled the ground, signaling the start of something much bigger than Vale had ever anticipated. He wasn't just here to survive. No. He was here to rise above it all.