One Day, I Picked Up a Nymph
One day, I picked up a nymph.
One day, I picked up a nymph.
Ever since I was young, I'd been good at just about everything I touched. Whether it was studying, sports, or games, I picked things up faster than anyone around me. I was reasonably sharp and quick to learn the tricks of the trade—or at least, that's what I told myself.
Of course, the same ease with which I mastered things made them equally easy to abandon, and I never once saw anything through to the end. I'd sneer at the grinders and grade-grubbers while nursing the fantasy that if I ever actually bothered to try, I'd crush them all.
It was the same when a hole tore open in the world one day.
I became one of the rare awakened, and I climbed to D-Rank faster than anybody.
"The Fastest to Ever Reach D-Rank — Ha Ildo!"
Gripping a weapon and carving my way through dungeons, showered with cheers and envy alike—it felt like being the protagonist of the world.
This is the path for me. This time, I'll outwork everyone and reach the very top!
For once, my fickle heart seemed to be settling down.
But while the latecomers—those who awakened far after me—marched on toward B-Rank and A-Rank, I was still stuck at D.
For someone who had soared as high as the sky, the pain of that fall was almost unbearable.
And so the years slipped by, until one day—
I met a creature rummaging through the garbage in a back alley.
The little thing introduced itself as a nymph.
"A nymph? What's a nymph?"