Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter Title: Prologue
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'Saldias World'. An open-world RPG from the world's top game studio, poured ten years of blood and sweat into before launch.
Its massive freedom, epic lore, stunning graphics, and butter-smooth controls hooked gamers everywhere.
One killer feature: level-up points you could spend to craft wildly unique builds for your character. How you dumped those points into professions made all the difference—builds could be as different as night and day.
Some min-maxed hard, stacking everything into two or three jobs for peak efficiency. Others picked a theme and built around it, style over substance.
Every gamer lost their minds over Saldias World's freedom. And yeah, I was right there with them.
"Hoo..."
The knight clad head to toe in black armor crumpled on screen. The hidden boss infamous for being the game's toughest nut to crack.
Sure, it had a brutal rep, but it wasn't impossible.攻略 posts popped up on the forums now and then.
Still, I couldn't believe I'd actually taken the bastard down. My build tossed efficiency out the window—it was straight-up unhinged.
"Please... drop...!"
Beating the black knight had a chance to snag his weapon. This clear was pure dumb luck. No way I'd get another shot, so I prayed hard.
"Fuuuuck yeeeees!!! It dropped!!!"
Not just the clear, but nailing the exact item on my first try? Felt like I'd burned through a decade's worth of luck.
"Goddamn, that's one sexy blade..."
I stared, mesmerized, at the pitch-black sword beyond the screen. Dying to equip it, but inventory check first.
"Heh heh... my precious babies..."
The inventory brimmed with every variety of melee weapons—swords, spears, you name it—sorted neat, but the scrollbar went on forever.
Yup. Melee weapon obsessive. Ranged stuff? Hard pass.
Weapons in Saldias World were all gorgeously designed, but melee? Chef's kiss from lowbie gear to endgame legends.
Hooked on the flash, I started hoarding them. Melee only—I treated ranged classes like the cowards they were.
Natural progression: wanted to swing 'em all myself.
Basic rule: one profession, one weapon type. Multi-tool? Spread points thin across jobs. Total efficiency killer.
Sane folks just leveled alts.
Not me. One character, every weapon. Performance vs. romance? Romance wins.
Born: the Weapon Master who mastered every melee but jack-shit advanced skills. Peak trash build.
Vet players roasted me as "Weapon Master (Third-Rate)"—concept slave.
"A long era of scorn and persecution..."
And that mockery ends today... well, mostly. I'd collected every melee weapon. Not the first, sure—plenty of normie-build collectors out there. Someone probably beat me to it.
"But I'm the only one who can wield them all..."
Yup. Hoarders galore, but wielders? Solo queue: me. Chest swelled with pride just saying it.
"Oh. Neat, an achievement like that exists."
No stat boosts on the title, but seeing my grind pay off as a badge? Felt good.
"Alright, let's slap this on."
Inventory squared away, equipped the Twisted Sword. Stats exploded, boss-worthy.
"Nngh..."
Admiring my character hefting the black blade, drooling a bit—then another message.
Reward? Not a title. What could it be? Hidden weapon not in the codex?
Expectations set you up for falls, but hype built anyway. Only a psycho like me pulls this off—had to be something huge.
Mashed the mouse. Claimed it.
Screen went black.
I woke up, mind clearing. Eyes still shut.
...I think I know what's going on.
Thought it with eyes closed.
Claimed achievement, blacked out at the desk.
Classic pattern. Straight out of every novel.
And this soft, pillowy feel? Bed, not chair.
Gut punch: I'd isekai'd into the game.
And this has to be...
Eyes open. Unfamiliar ceiling. Yeah. Nailed it.
By the book, possessing my game character...
Sat up. Long black hair cascaded, blocking view.
"......"
Ignored the weird heft on my chest.
"...What the actual fuck."
A silky, feminine voice—no way a guy's. Mine.
"...Okay. Don't panic. Saw this coming."
Muttered to myself, calming nerves.
Haa... a girl? Medieval fantasy to boot...
Saldias World: pure swords-and-sorcery. Kissed modern conveniences goodbye. Depressing.
Walloped by gloom briefly, then scoped the room. Gotta get my bearings.
"......?"
Not what I expected. First thing in view: computer by the bed.
"What."
Not in the game?
Modern studio apartment. Not mine. And sure as hell not Saldias World—room screamed 21st century.
"...Where the hell am I."
Blinking in shock, a note fluttered down from above.
What? Never heard of it.
Blank stare of disbelief—then wallet on desk caught my eye.
Opened it. Student ID with my game character's pic and name.
"...No. For real."
What the actual fuck.