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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!

The hand stretched toward me, fingers open like a gesture of power and invitation. A smile tugged at his lips, and his eye glowed with blue neon energy. His blade rested on his shoulder, steady and poised—his stance effortless yet overwhelming.

He was offering me the title of Warlord #10.

I stood frozen, unable to respond. The air around him was too thick with aura, too heavy with pressure. His presence alone made it impossible to judge between quality and quantity of power—because both were far too excellent to comprehend at level 11.

"Now, rookie, what's your answer? Yes or no?" he asked, his voice smooth but unnervingly calm.

In my head, a question spun like a broken record: Why would a Warlord give up his title to me?

"Refuse, and the bounty hunters I left behind will arrive. They're all above level 300." He chuckled, then his gaze sharpened. "I could've killed them easily, but nah—I want to see if you can survive."

Suddenly, my senses flared. A powerful presence—no, several—approached fast.

Shit! I turned to run—

When I looked up, his leg was pressing firmly down on my shoulder, pinning me like I was weightless.

I didn't know if I was still alive or if death had crept in silently. Everything warped—light fading into shadow, emotions drowning in dread. A vision flickered: Iris's face… her smile.

"Is this… what Iris felt?" The thought pierced my chest like a dagger.

The pressure, the darkness, the weight—it coiled around my heart like iron chains.

"Whoops," the Warlord said casually. "Looks like my aura triggered your nightmares. Lemme fix that."

SYSTEM NOTICE: The effects of [Haunting Prayers] have been reduced to 0%.

The world lightened. My breath returned.

Still shaken, I mumbled, "You said bounty hunters…"

"Nah. Just the illusions of [Haunting Prayers]. It's all fake—felt real, didn't it?"

"Then why the hell was your leg on me!?"

In my grip, a stone. Sharpened. Pointed toward my stomach.

"You were about to stab yourself. My foot saved your life."

I blinked. My heartbeat slowed, and clarity returned. I had nearly ended it all—without knowing why.

He removed his foot and offered his hand again.

I hesitated. Then, slowly, my hand rose to meet his.

A burst of light blinded my vision.

"From now on," he said, "you are Warlord #10."

THOUSANDS OF SCREAMS!

HATRED! BETRAYAL! VENGEANCE!

The world exploded in chaotic echoes.

"THE OMEGA BOSS WILL DIE IN THREE DAYS!"

These weren't voices. They were scars. Memories. Shouts burned into my soul.

At the eye of the storm—her smile.

Iris stood before me, holding out a bowl of soup.

She smiled, as if the world had never shattered. As if the pain, the fear, the storm—I had imagined it all.

"Come on, you better not skip breakfast."

I took the bowl, hands still trembling.

"Big day tomorrow," she added. "You need your strength."

END OF VOL.1 CHAPTER 5 – NIGHTMARES AND OATHS

Vol.1 Chapter 5 – Nightmares and Oaths