Status Window

  Name: Arthur

  Level: 0

  Class: Awakened

  Faction: —

  Mana Core: Dormant

  Attributes : Medium Tier Uncommon - Primal Force(Level 0)

  Title: None

  Skills: None

  Blessings: Origin Dragon's blessing (DORMANT)

  Status Effects: Normal

  Status Points: 0

  There it was, floating right before Arthur’s eyes—a glowing blue pane of light, its golden runes slowly shifting like waves in a pond.

  "A... status window?" he muttered, his breath shallow and rapid.

  He took a step back instinctively, his heart racing.

  "But only those who get past the trial unlock it, right? I remember Luke showing me his window after he cleared the trial..."

  His words trailed off as his gaze locked onto a particular section of the window—the Blessings slot.

  And there it was.

  "Origin Dragon?" he read aloud, a frown forming on his face.

  He hesitated. Something about the name felt heavy, like it carried weight far beyond understanding. But curiosity got the better of him, and slowly, he reached out and tapped it.

  The moment he did, the screen rippled.

  A line of glowing text appeared.

  Initiating Blessing: Origin Dragon

  Reawakening Process Engaged...

  Warning: Most of your current stats will be lost.

  A sudden voice echoed in his mind—clear, ancient, and emotionless.

  

  “Undergoing Reawakening. Most of your stats will be lost...”

  Arthur's eyes widened in alarm.

  "Wait, what?!" he blurted out.

  But it was too late.

  Before he could say or do anything else, his vision blurred. His knees gave out as a sharp, blinding sensation coursed through his entire body.

  And just like that, Arthur collapsed to the dungeon floor.

  Unconscious.

  Deep within the silence of his unconscious mind, a cold, mechanical voice began to echo—reverberating through the very fabric of his being.

  

  “Stats absorption initiated…”

  A flash of light burst behind his eyelids, unseen yet searing.

  

  “Stats absorption complete.”

  Arthur’s body jerked slightly on the dungeon floor as invisible energy surged through him. His limbs glowed faintly, veins pulsing with an unknown force.

  

  “Blessing activated: Origin Dragon.”

  The temperature dropped. His skin tingled. Something primal stirred in the depths of his soul.

  

  “Medium-tier uncommon physical attribute evolving…”

  A pause.

  Then a surge.

  

  “Evolution complete. New attribute acquired: High-tier Uncommon Physical Attribute – Primal Force.

  A final wave of energy washed over him, and everything fell still.

  Arthur lay unconscious, unaware that he had just taken his first true step into something far greater.

  The voice rang once again in his mind.

  

  “Level up: 0 → 1.”

  “10 status points gained.”

  “Blessing effect applied.”

  “Status points enhanced — each point now equivalent to 3 standard attribute points.”

  [New Attribute Obtained: Soulpiercer Sight]

  “Reawakening complete.”

  The voice faded into silence.

  Arthur’s body stirred as his consciousness returned. His eyelids fluttered open, breath shallow and uneven. His vision spun, and a dull ache pulsed through his limbs.

  “Ugh… what just happened…” he muttered, holding his head. Everything felt heavy. His senses were sharp—too sharp. Every sound, every flicker of torchlight in the dungeon seemed amplified.

  He glanced down at his wristwatch, blinking in disbelief.

  Only a minute had passed.

  But it had felt like hours. No—lifetimes.

  Still dazed, he raised his hand and summoned the window again. The same pane of glowing blue light shimmered to life.

  And when he saw what was written on it…

  Arthur froze.

  Eyes wide.

  Mouth slightly parted.

  He was utterly speechless.

  What he saw defied all logic.

  

  Status Window

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  Name: Arthur

  Level: 1

  Class: Reawakened

  Faction: —

  Mana Core: Dormant

  Attributes : High Tier Uncommon - Primal Force(Level 1)

  Title: None

  Skills: None

  Blessings: Origin Dragon's blessing (ACTIVATED)

  Status Effects: Normal

  Status Points: 30

  Arthur blinked rapidly, still disoriented. The soft, golden glow of the Status Window washed over his pale face, the intricate runes dancing like fireflies caught in a restless storm. His eyes scanned the screen desperately, trying to make sense of what he saw—and then they widened in shock.

  “Everything… it’s all zero?” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, disbelief thick in his tone.

  “How the hell am I supposed to even pass the first floor like this?”

  His heart hammered painfully in his chest as confusion gnawed at his mind. The numbers made no sense. No matter how many times he looked, the stats refused to show any normal progression. His fingers twitched, a nervous reaction to the growing unease curling in his stomach.

  Then—something caught his attention. A flicker of something off, something he hadn’t noticed before.

  “Wait... what even is this blessing? And how the hell did it multiply my stat points?”

  He forced himself to recall the rules, the logic he’d been given. Every level-up was supposed to grant 10 status points. That was simple. That was fixed. Yet here he was, at Level 1, already holding 30 points.

  “That’s three times the normal value... what kind of monster blessing is this?” he muttered under his breath, his mind racing faster with a mix of suspicion and growing excitement.

  His breath hitched, quick and shallow. Panic crept in like an icy tendril, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily. He reached forward, hesitating just a moment before his finger hovered over the glowing [Status Points: 50].

  He swallowed hard. The weight of the unknown pressed down on him. Then, gathering every shred of courage, he tapped the screen.

  Suddenly, a voice rang in his mind—cold, clear, and commanding.

  “Please choose the designated stat to use the points on.”

  A sudden soft chime echoed in his mind, different from the cold, mechanical voice from before. A new notification materialized at the bottom of the window, pulsing with faint silver light.

  [New Attribute Obtained: Soulpiercer Sight — Grants the ability to view the Status Windows of other entities.]

  Arthur’s eyes widened again, heart skipping a beat.

  “I can see other people and monster’s stats now…?” he whispered, a thrill shooting down his spine.

  “That’s… broken.”

  He stared at the glowing stats menu, fingers trembling over the options. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. This was a chance to shape himself, to build power unlike anyone else.

  But something gnawed at him — the old stats he’d worked hard to build were gone. Reset. Wiped clean.

  Strength 9, Agility 8, Endurance 5, Defense 4... he muttered to himself, recalling the numbers that once gave him confidence. Now? All zero. Starting from scratch.

  His heart sank. But no time to panic. He had to think fast.

  Strength? Arthur muttered to himself. I need enough power to land serious hits, but I can’t waste too many points here. He tapped to assign 8 points to Strength — enough to pack a punch but not become a brute.

  Agility… His mind flashed to all the traps and fast enemies lurking ahead. Speed and reflexes could save my life. He hesitated, then added 10 points to Agility — making sure he could dodge and react quickly.

  Endurance. He swallowed hard. If I burn out fast, none of this matters. This was survival. He granted 7 points here, building stamina to push through exhaustion and poison.

  Defense, he whispered last. If I’m going to last, I need to withstand hits, not just dodge them. He assigned the final 5 points to Defense — a solid base to take some hits without crumbling.

  Arthur exhaled, the numbers glowing steadily now. It wasn’t perfect, but it was balanced — a fighter who hits hard, moves fast, and can take a beating long enough to keep fighting.

  This blessing... it’s not just a gift, he thought, eyes narrowing. It’s a weapon. And I’m going to make it work.

  Five minutes passed since Arthur finished distributing his status points. The golden glow of the Status Window still faintly illuminated his pale face, but his mind had sharpened, every doubt pushed aside by fierce determination. He could no longer afford to hesitate. Steeling himself, he stood, tightened his grip on his battered sword, and approached the heavy iron gates that marked the entrance to the dungeon’s first floor.

  The doors groaned open, releasing a chill that swept across the stone floor. The scent of damp earth mixed with something wild and untamed—an unmistakable smell of predators. The first floor stretched ahead, a tangled labyrinth of jagged rocks, thorny underbrush, and curling mists that clung to broken pillars and crumbling walls.

  Arthur’s heart hammered painfully as his Status Window flashed an alert:

  “Hostile Creatures Detected: Level 1 Wolf Pack — 6 units.”

  Six wolves. Low-tier monsters, but dangerous in numbers. Each step closer tightened the knot of anxiety in his stomach.

  He closed his eyes for a brief second, and a sharp memory stabbed through him — the ambush with Luke, the way those wolves had circled them, the biting cold of fear and adrenaline.

  Not this time, Arthur thought, voice steady in his head.

  Activating his new blessing, Soulpiercer Sight, his vision shifted. Ethereal outlines appeared, revealing six wolves ahead, each marked with ghostly stats hovering above their heads.

  Wolf 1: Level 1, Strength 5, Agility 6, Endurance 4, Defense 3

  Wolf 2: Level 1, Strength 4, Agility 7, Endurance 3, Defense 3

  Wolf 3: Level 1, Strength 5, Agility 5, Endurance 4, Defense 4

  Wolf 4: Level 1, Strength 4, Agility 6, Endurance 4, Defense 3

  Wolf 5: Level 1, Strength 5, Agility 5, Endurance 3, Defense 3

  Wolf 6: Level 1, Strength 4, Agility 6, Endurance 4, Defense 4

  The numbers confirmed their low tier, but the wolves moved fast and with coordinated aggression.

  A low, guttural growl shattered the silence. In an instant, six pairs of glowing yellow eyes locked onto Arthur as the wolves lunged forward, teeth bared, snarling with wild hunger.

  Arthur’s breath caught, muscles coiling tight like a spring. The first wolf leapt, jaws snapping toward his shoulder. He barely twisted away, feeling the rush of cold air as razor-sharp teeth grazed his jacket. Instinct took over—he swung his sword in a wide arc, blade biting deep into the wolf’s flank. It yelped and staggered back, blood oozing from the wound.

  The second wolf darted in, faster than the first. Arthur ducked under its snapping jaws, rolling to avoid a vicious claw swipe. His sword came up again, stabbing at the beast’s underbelly, but the wolf twisted away, leaving only a shallow scratch.

  His mind raced. Keep moving. Use agility. Don’t get surrounded.

  But the wolves were cunning, their movements weaving like a deadly dance. The third wolf circled, its eyes gleaming with calculated menace. Arthur met its charge with a sharp jab, but the beast’s agility outmatched him — it dodged the strike and lunged, knocking the sword from his hands with a powerful swipe of its paw.

  His heart dropped as the blade skittered across the stones and shattered against a jagged rock.

  My sword… broken.

  He stumbled backward, panic flooding in. The wolves howled in triumph, circling like hunters closing in on prey.

  Arthur’s hand shot to his belt, gripping the dagger Bertha had given him — a small, thin blade he’d never truly trusted. Its cold steel gleamed weakly in the dim light, far from a warrior’s weapon.

  He swallowed hard, brandishing the dagger with trembling hands.

  Just as the wolves lunged, something inside Arthur surged—a deep, primal energy bubbling up from within. His Primal Force attribute, dormant until now, sparked to life. The dagger pulsed with faint crimson light, warmth spreading through his palm like wildfire.

  Suddenly, the dagger felt different. Not just a useless trinket, but a conduit for raw power—his strength amplified, his reflexes sharpened. The line between his body and the blade blurred.

  The first wolf’s jaws snapped inches from his face—but Arthur’s reflexes kicked in. He slashed with newfound speed, the dagger biting cleanly through fur and muscle, drawing dark blood.

  The wolves recoiled, momentarily stunned by the sudden surge of energy.

  Arthur’s breath hitched, heart pounding fiercely as adrenaline flooded his veins. His limbs moved with fluid precision, dodging attacks, parrying claws, and countering with brutal stabs.

  The dagger, light as a feather in his hands, felt like an extension of his very soul.

  He attacked the weakest wolf first, targeting its low defense, his strikes landing true. The beast yelped and collapsed, twitching on the cold stone.

  Two wolves closed in, snarling viciously. Arthur ducked beneath snapping jaws, spinning to deliver a powerful thrust that sent one wolf sprawling.

  Pain flared sharply as a claw raked across his arm, but the primal force steadied him. His wounds felt less crippling, his endurance pushed beyond normal limits.

  The pack hesitated, sensing the shift in his aura.

  With a roar, Arthur charged, channeling every ounce of his primal strength. His dagger slashed, stabbed, and cut through the air in a deadly dance.

  The final wolves fell, panting and defeated.

  Arthur sank to his knees, chest heaving.

  His Status Window chimed softly:

  

  Experience Gained: 135 / 500

  The dagger’s crimson glow faded, leaving only the cold steel in his hand.

  Arthur wiped sweat and blood from his face, trembling but victorious.

  Floor One… done.