Day Break Online

It had been a week since the end of the tutorial.

Aelion lay in his hospital bed, still haunted—and thrilled—by the memories of his final battle. The moment he claimed the title. The words Kamish had left him with. The sense of power, of destiny, that now lingered at the edge of his thoughts.

He couldn't stop replaying it.

The Church of the End.

The Title.

The choice that had changed everything.

Even now, he could feel the anticipation stirring in his chest. The tutorial was over, but the real game had yet to begin.

He was waiting for it—itching for it.

Then, it happened.

A soft chime echoed from the system tablet beside his bed. He turned his head lazily and blinked at the screen.

And then he saw it.

Breaking Announcement: Day Break Online enters its initial launch phase!

His eyes widened.

The screen flickered with cascading details and flashing headlines. The long-awaited true game was finally opening its gates.

[Participants: 1 Billion

Entry Method: Global lottery system — participation rights granted at random

Start Date: 48 hours from now]

The net exploded. Forums were crashing. Live streams ignited. News anchors across the world scrambled to cover the biggest event of the decade.

Aelion noticed one thing and his eyes narrowed.

it wasnt the Mythic cooperation that released the post.

Some thing big is happening.

This went to the back of his head after sometime.

Aelion quickly acivated his vr set.

A new game logo appeared.

It was shaded grey, but, He knew the time it would be activated soon.

48 hours soon passed.

Excitement was practically oozing out of his body.

With a single thought, the game activated.

A white, blinding light engulfed his vision.

When it cleared, Aelion found himself standing at the city center of White Village 515.

The village was bustling with new players—some confused, others already sprinting toward the gates, eager to grind monsters and get a head start.

Before Aelion could move, a translucent screen floated in front of him.

Please enter your Player ID.

His first instinct was to type his name.

But he paused, fingers hovering in the air.

No… not again.

If he entered "Aelion," his identity would be exposed. There were still people who would recognize him—people who would try to chain him down again.

Instead, he typed:

Sinner of Seven Paths

A nostalgic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. That was his childhood gamer ID. A name only one person in the world remembered—Celeste.

With a soft ding, his new identity locked in. Above his head, the tag shimmered into existence:

[Sinner of Seven Paths]

Around him, players were already sprinting off into the wilderness, desperate to snatch early XP and loot.

But Aelion?

He remained still.

He opened his status window.

[Name]: Aelion Darkshade

[Gamer ID]: Sinner of Seven Paths

[Main Class]: Priest of End

[Sub Class]: Empty / Empty

[Professions]: Empty / Empty

[Stats]:

Strength: 1 (+50)

Agility: 1 (+50)

Vitality: 1 (+50)

Intelligence: 1 (+50)

[Hidden Stat]: Adaptability: 1(+50)

[Title]: Inheritor of the Church of End

Aelion stared at the screen, unmoving.

These are beginner stats… yet they're already monstrous.

No one else in the world had stats like this at level one. No one else had a hidden stat either. And certainly—no one had a title like that.

This was the true beginning.

He was about to sweep the floor with the other players.

Aelion took a deep breath, then calmly began to explore the village.

Despite the chaos of players rushing past him—some already forming parties, others frantically comparing beginner weapons—his steps remained unhurried.

Eventually, he found himself before the Church of Light.

Its pristine white walls gleamed under the artificial sky, trimmed with golden vines that shimmered with divine radiance. The architecture was grand—oppressive in its beauty. Twin statues of archangels flanked the entrance, blades drawn in everlasting vigil.

For most players, it would have been a breathtaking sight.

But for Aelion?

It made his skin crawl.

'How empty... how fake.'

A wave of disgust rolled through him. He turned away without a second glance.

As he strolled through the cobbled streets, the noise and excitement faded to the background. He wasn't looking for shops or NPCs giving beginner tips. He had one goal:

Find a quest. Preferably, one that would lead somewhere interesting.

That's when he spotted him.

An old man sat slouched near the city gate—his tattered robe fluttering in the wind, eyes locked on the vast wilderness beyond. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, one filled with more than just age.

'That's it.'

Aelion's eyes narrowed. He walked toward the man without hesitation, instincts kicking in.

This was a scene he'd seen countless times in older games. But sometimes… just sometimes, they hid more than just basic fetch quests.

'Let's see what secrets you're hiding, old man.'

Aelion approached the old man, his voice calm but direct.

"Hey, old man. I noticed you've been staring at the village gates for a while. Something bothering you?"

The old man turned slowly, his eyes cloudy with age—but sharp beneath the surface, as though hiding stories long buried.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Well now… someone from the Overworld takes notice. That doesn't happen often."

He reached into his robe and pulled out a crude map, its edges frayed with time.

"Then consider this a test. A task… if you're bold enough to accept it."

[Quest Received: Dragon's Roar (Chain Quest – Part 1)]

[Details: Three days ago, a dragon's roar echoed from the Gazel Caves.

The old man, Raken, sent his only son to investigate—but he never returned.]

[Objective: Uncover the truth behind the disturbance in the Gazel Caves.]

[Reward: Varies depending on depth of completion.(This quest has multiple parts. Future rewards may scale.)]

The map materialized in Aelion's inventory as the quest window blinked out of existence.

The mention of a dragon stirred something within him—a flicker of intuition, or perhaps fate.

The Church of End. Kamish. The title. The timing.

Was this really just a low-level side quest?

Unlikely.

Aelion glanced once more at the old man, who now looked away again—silent, unmoving.

Fine. I'll bite.

Without another word, he turned and made his way toward the gates of White Village 515, where the wilderness—and whatever awaited in the Gazel Caves—called to him.