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Level G 
Why do all enemy boss npc's speak when they are left with 1% HP.
When Jayden falls into a mysterious world ruled by levels, power, and death... he learns the grind is real — and survival is earned.

Armed with a strange system, haunted by flickers of a forgotten past, and burdened by the death of his magical partner Iris, Jayden must claw his way from the bottom. From facing overpowered bosses to confronting his own inner demons, his journey is brutal, emotional, and explosive.

But this isn't just a game.
The world breathes. It evolves. It remembers.
And some beings don’t just kill — they erase.

"If I’m going to survive… I’ll grind until the gods themselves bleed."

Blood. Bonds. Betrayal.
Welcome to Level G — where the grind never ends.

Level Grinding!

He had placed the spellbook—Iris's spellbook—right where she had died. A cross, crudely fashioned from sticks and soil, marked her resting place. Next to it, he laid his broken sword.

"Iris… you were strong. Way stronger than me."

His hands were covered in dirt. His clothes torn. But his green eyes sparked—burning with rage, loss, and a desperate hope that maybe, somehow, he could see her again.

"Jayden! What are you doing? Let's go!"

A girl's voice echoed faintly in his mind.

She laughed. Her hand grabbed his.

"Wha—What is this?" he whispered, gripping his head. "That voice… It wasn't Iris. Then… who?"

He tried drawing a face on the ground, scratching a sketch with his finger. But it faded. Just like the memory.

He wiped his hands, stood tall, and whispered, "Iris… I won't forget. Not as long as I'm breathing."

Level 11 ➤ Goal: Level 12

Jayden turned toward the fields, eyes locked on the next zone. The Great Bandit Encampment.

He had hunted normal bandits before. But these guys were bigger. Meaner. Their levels? 15+.

The other had a long sword and an eye patch.

Jayden whispered, "I'm back. But I'm not the same."

He released a surge of aura—raw and aggressive. The grass around him trembled. Birds scattered.

The Great Bandits sensed it. They looked toward the disturbance…

High in the tree above, crouched low.

"Whew… close call," he muttered, watching the bandits. "I can't take them all. I barely survived Katana. Hell, Iris saved me more than once. I'm just…"

A girl. Again. Still blurry. But this time, she was waving.

"Don't blame yourself, Jayden. You're doing great."

"What… who are you?" he whispered. "You're not Iris… So why do I keep seeing you?"

"We're human. We make mistakes. Don't weigh yourself down with guilt."

"These guys kill for fun… But then again, so do I—when EXP's involved."

SYSTEM: Craft an Iron-Metal Sword?

Crafting... Crafting... SUCCESSFUL!

His new blade shimmered. Aura exploded outward—like a beacon.

Jayden darted from the branches. The armored bandit didn't even flinch before—

Jayden appeared behind him, snapped his neck, and whispered, "One down."

He hurled the corpse toward the others. It crashed, sending them stumbling.

"YOU'RE DEAD! I SWEAR ON MY LIFE!" one of them roared, eyes bloodshot.

Jayden leapt sideways. But behind him—bullets.

THREE. ALL aimed for his head.

A blinding thunderclap ruptured the air.

Lightning ripped through the battlefield. Bullets disintegrated mid-air. Bandits screamed, eyes white with shock.

Flowers nearby were torn from the earth as a wave of electrical pressure blasted through.

A silhouette walked through the dust. Muscles carved like stone. Battle aura leaking like radiation. He held a dagger, dripping sparks.

The man stepped forward, cloak snapping in the static.

"Struggling, huh?" the warlord grinned. "This game of power… it's exhausting. So how about this?"

He raised his dagger in a flamboyant pose, sparks trailing like a comet.

"I'll give you my power… everything I've got. In exchange… you'll become Warlord #10."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Vol.1 Chapter 4 – The Curse, the Thunder, and the Crown