“Without a class, you must overcompensate with knowledge,” one instructor had said.
So Kyle did. He memorized monster patterns, learned dungeon layouts by heart, studied skill theories even without having any… He knew stats, buffs, debuffs, synergy mechanics—everything.
He was that guy.
He even remembered the Safe Zone theory lectures word-for-word.
“Safe Zones are sacred sanctuaries. They instantly heal wounds, replenish stamina, and are immune to all forms of hostility.”
Kyle: “Sounds like a nap zone. Nice.”
The moment Kyle entered the Safe Zone, something… activated.
His body was lifted off the ground, suspended mid-air like a puppet.
A burning light enveloped him—warm at first. Then…
AAAAARGHHHHH!!!!!!
Each nerve fibre ignited with agony.
Muscle torn from muscle.
Bones snapped and reset themselves.
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Every cell screamed.
The three-headed beast stepped back from the barrier.
Kyle’s scream pierced through the barrier—louder than Cerberus’s roar.
The monster looked offended.
One god covered his ears. “WHAT IS THAT SOUND?!”
Another checked the display. “Kyle. It's Kyle.”
“Why is he screaming like that inside a Safe Zone?!”
“Bro... He skipped the instructions .”
One admin whispered with wide eyes, “...That’s the Hell Difficulty Safe Zone. It doesn’t heal gently. It reforges.”
The pain was immeasurable.
Kyle’s eyes rolled back. His skin boiled. Muscles reknit.
But his mind?
Strangely calm.
“This… is what I signed up for…”
Darkness swallowed him once more.
Kyle awoke on cold obsidian.
He blinked slowly. The pain had gone.
He sat up, his limbs trembling.
Across the chamber, Cerberus had returned to its resting place.
Still chained.
Still watching with one eye half open.
Kyle exhaled. “You waiting for round two too, buddy?”
Cerberus huffed smoke, unimpressed.
He closed his eyes and visualized the battle.
Every attack. Every dodge. Every mistake.
His mind sharpened.
That moment when Cerberus lunged—its chain yanked it back slightly.
“Bound,” Kyle muttered.
“It’s fast, but the chains restrict it.”
He stood slowly. The B-rank sword he used before? Completely shattered.
Just splinters of metal now.
he took that sword from inventory
Arin’s sword.
A-rank. SS+ Durability.
He unsheathed it. The blade shimmered with a soft silver light.
“She gave me this… probably knew I’d need it.”
He took a deep breath.
Tightened his grip.
And stepped out of the Safe Zone.
A god watched in silence.
“He survived the reforging…”
Another murmured, “He’s adapting too fast. This… isn’t normal.”
The cloaked figure rested his chin on his hand.
A whisper slipped from his lips.
“Let’s see how long you can dance, mortal.”