“guess it’s time, huh?”

He Sighed in defeat. Byron, weakly, sat down on his bed.

He knew that his time had come he could feel it Byron knew this day would come.

But he didn’t think it’d come when things were looking up for him.

He didn’t want to be a swear cleaner; it paid little, but he had little of a choice.

Byron learned of Blackburns ruthlessness when he got stabbed in the knee just for glancing at the wrong person.

His life only went more downhill from there, because of his injury he couldn’t do normal work pushed by circumstances Byron had to work in the sewers.

He cursed fate he cursed the gods he cursed the world for not giving him a chance, Byron learned one thing from all of his misfortune he learned he was weak, if only he had the strength to achieve his dreams.

He wouldn’t have ended up as he is now if only he had the strength to stand up for himself, he wouldn’t have become who he is now.

A complete nobody, living in the swears barely surviving he closed his eyes full of hatred regret and sorrow.

Ding!

[Do you wish to live?]

Byron didn’t have the energy to think about if he should answer or not his life force was draining.

“yes..” he rasped.

A burst of grey light engulfed him, Byron felt his wounds healing the wrinkles on his skin disappeared his eyes took on a light shade of grey.

Ding!

[Host is now level 1]

A small amount of information entered Byron’s mind it taught him the basic functions of the system and how to operate and use its menus.

‘status’ he thought

Ding!

[Name: Byron

Level: 1

Int:10

str:10

soul:10

Skills:

Super strength (1) Improved intellect (1) drain life (1) Burn life-force (1)

Sp: 0]

Byron eyes bulged as he looked at his status screen.

He was beyond shocked; the system had not only healed him it also made him a rank 1 Adventurer, Byron knew this because only rank 1 Adventurers had super strength and intellect it had even awakened his idea and turned it into two skills. He now had the power to grow stronger just by killing things.

Such terrifying power, not even the 5 gods could do such a thing.

He didn’t know such a thing was possible he thought only one path to power existed only now did he realize how narrow minded he was.

Byron knew that concepts and ideas no longer existed for him only skills did, but he minded little he may not advance on the path to power like everyone else did but.

That only made him feel more unique.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he cried with more joy and thankfulness than he knew he had.

Ding!

[New quest]

‘quest menu’

[3 pending quest]

‘open’

[Quests:

……………………………………………………

The path to power has only just begun young Adventurer Byron! Register as a new rank 1 Adventurer at the Blackburns Adventurer’s guild {mandatory}.

Reward: 1sp.

Time limit: 1 days.

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Invite at least 5 non-system users into the system using the system tokens in your inventory {mandatory}.

Reward: 1sp.

Time limit: 5 days.

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Take revenge: {special}

Thorire, the head of the merchant association branch in Blackburns was the one who ruined your life take revenge! Don’t just kill him destroy the merchant association Blackburns!

0/1 merchant association destroyed.

0/1 Thorire dead.

Reward: 1 level up, summon shadow skill.

Time limit:10 days.]

Byron was a little surprised at the second quest, whoever made this system clearly wanted it to spread he knew it would cause chaos and troublesome times were ahead.

And he would be the instigator, Byron didn’t feel bad though, even though he grew up in Blackburns it wasn’t in the central or noble district it was in the slums as an orphan.

Once people Learnt it was him spreading the system, they’d try to capture him Byron would not let that happen.

‘inventory’ he mentally called, instantly a small grid popped up in the corner of his left eye Byron saw the system tokens were actually grey coins, very similar to the mythical platinum coins he’d seen once.

‘this could work! I could leave them at random places all over Blackburns nobody would link them to me after all I’m ‘‘New” the old me was a scrawny old man who worked in the swears’.

Nobody would miss him or even ask where he was. ’I would be surprised if they even noticed I was gone’.

‘I already planned to kill Thorire, the system rewarding me for doing it is just a bonus ‘ he thought ‘I’d like to know what my two new skills do though I’ll mentally stimulate it and see what happens’

Ding!

Information flooded his mind on how to use and invoke the skills using each skill cost 1 soul per cast, Byron was elated most rank 1 Adventurers could only use their fundamental concept 3 times a day.

yet he could use his as long as his soul bar wasn’t empty his love for this system grew exploded.

“Hahaha this is my time to rise! The world didn’t abandon me after all.”

His voice echoed throughout the empty tunnel startling a few rats who squeed and ran away Byron chuckled, even his voice was more powerful he couldn’t wait to test out his newfound strength.

Byron changed into his worn out leather armor he found a few years ago while cleaning, he couldn’t wear it at the time because he was simply too weak he considered selling it but decided not to.

The venders in the Blackburns market wouldn’t buy it anyway they’d say he stole it the Black market was even worse thugs and killers roamed its streets gang fights broke out daily.

Crime lords ruled most of Blackburn Byron knew this but that wasn’t his problem just because he has power now didn’t mean he was going to be a hero.

He’d complete the quests get his revenge hopefully the system would have some more quests for him by then if not he’d just train his skills until something happens it was only a matter of time after all.