The dungeons.
Cracks in reality, bleeding monsters and chaos into the world. The first decade was panic. The second—adaptation. Humanity built guilds, trained players, and rose to fight back.
South Korea, once a nation of quiet ambition, became a fortress of talent. And at the heart of it all stood the Seoul Player Academy, where the next generation of elite Players were forged.
But a century later, something changed.
A Tower appeared—sudden, unclaimed, and unlike any dungeon before. Rising endlessly into the sky from Seoul Station, it pierced the clouds like a divine blade. No origin. No declaration. Just one condition:
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Only those above Level 10, with a class, may enter.
Inside, four paths awaited: Easy , Medium , Hard , Hell. Players chose their fates. And yet, no one who stepped onto the Hell path ever returned.
Twenty years passed.
The world kept turning. The Tower kept climbing. And the Academy kept producing the strong, the privileged, the chosen.
Then came a boy—an orphan, born with nothing. No legacy,No name,Just a quiet fire behind his eyes. His entry was mocked , His awakening… laughed at. They called him broken. Glitched. A mistake.
But something stirred that day. Not within the Academy…Not within the Tower…
But far beyond.
In the deepest corner of existence, where time holds no meaning, a god who had not moved for a thousand years… opened his eyes.
And smiled.
“So the game begins.”