This world is a mistake.

A brutal dark fantasy where beginners don’t grow,

they die.

And I?

I didn’t reincarnate as a hero.

I woke up as a defective skeleton, discarded inside a monster factory.

Weak. Broken. Replaceable.

At least, that’s what I was supposed to be.

But in this world, even scraps can survive,

if they’re willing to do whatever it takes.

So I hunted.

Wanderers. Beginners. The lost and the desperate.

Each kill gave me something new.

Bones to replace my own.
Soul stones to fuel my growth.
Power stolen from the dead.

Piece by piece,

I rebuilt myself.

From a broken skeleton to something far worse.

Now I stand at the entrance of the dungeon,

the wall no beginner can pass.

A boss.

A nightmare.

A name whispered in fear.

But the deeper I go, the more I realize,

this world isn’t just cruel.

It’s controlled.

The so-called “World Trees” that rule everything?

They’re not saviors.

They’re false gods.

And if I want freedom,

I’ll have to tear them down.

Even if it means becoming something no longer human.