《Drowned World》 Chapter 1 System? Inside the dark room, the boy continued scrolling on his phone when he was suddenly interrupted by an emergency message forcibly changing his screen. EMERGENCY ALERT STAY CALM. SEEK SAFETY. The world is currently in chaos, and danger is everywhere. If you see a pink, transparent dome-like shield in your area, IMMEDIATELY MOVE TOWARD IT! The location is Berksville. Remain as calm as possible. Panic will not help. Assist others on the way if you can, but prioritize reaching safety. Once inside, stay within the area and wait for further instructions. Authorities are gathering more information on the situation. Once we have a clearer understanding, we will deploy help to those unable to reach the safe point. Berksville, huh? That place isn''t too far from here... I could probably make it there if I was careful, he thought when he suddenly felt the room quake. The quake he felt vibrated through the entire building, knocking over shelves and cabinets. Picture frames fell to the ground. Yeah, on second thought, I should just stay here, he sarcastically muttered as he went back on his phone. I mean, they did say they were going to send help once they had the situation sorted out. On forums, he scrolled nonchalantly when a post suddenly caught his eye. Soymilkdog123: Guys, what do you think of the recent outbreak? You know, with the whole monsters and the cracked sky thing? This is totally like comics I''ve been reading! Riceman: I think it''s the end of the world. Scholarlyreader: End of the world? Isn''t it obvious? The world is evolving, and naturally, we are too. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Qingyi: Yeah, why would it be ending? I still haven''t finished reading Cultivating Immortality. Riceman: You don''t think it''s the end of the world? Where are you living? Do you not see the 13ft monster walking around town? I almost died this morning. Because of these earthquakes, my house got destroyed. Scholarlyreader: Then where are you living now? Riceman: My friend''s house. Sectleader: Hmph, end of the world? As long as I still draw breath, this world shall not end! Riceman: -_- Scholarlyreader: -_- Soymilkdog123: -_- Sectleader: Anyways, so what abilities did you guys get? Not to brag, but I got something really good! Riceman: Care to share? Sectleader: I got the ability to teleport! Sectleader: U? Riceman: I have super strength. Scholarlyreader: I got serik. Sectleader: ? Riceman: ? Scholarlyreader: Yeah, I don''t really understand it either. The description just says that anything I touch, I can stick to. Or stick other people to. I don''t really have a time limit on the skill; my head just starts to feel funny if I use it for too long. Riceman: WOW, that sucks. Scholarlyreader: Says the guy with super strength. Riceman: Better than being able to stick to walls. I can easily do that if I stab my fingers into the wall. XD The boy, still lying on the couch, squinted his eyes. Who the hell comes up with these names? Dropping his phone to the ground, he reached for his cup, consuming the little bits of remains it had inside. Ugh, it''s all cold now, he complained as he downed the food. Sigh, and with this, my last cup noodles are gone, he said as he slumped back onto the couch. Thinking for a moment, he raised his hand as a transparent black screen appeared in front of him with glowing text. Name: Los Rank: Seeker Vaiyrid: Flight Race: Vilarae Innate ability: Darkness Aspect: Aloof and uninterested Well, this is new, Los thought as he looked at the still panel in front of him. "Before, it only displayed the text "Survive." Now it''s got a whole portfolio of me..." Hm? What''s this? Vilarae? What''s that? Clicking on the race, it suddenly expanded, revealing a new line of information. Vilarae: You are the flaw of the world. Born from the union of an Umbrant and an Angle, you wander aimlessly through your plane of existence, uncertain of your purpose. Your very being is seen with disdain by one race, while another regards you with anathema, cursing you as an abhorrent creation. Those who lay eyes upon your face are destined to forget you, like a fleeting shadow¡ªyour existence fading from their memories as though you never were. You are an enigma to this world. Only in the truest depths of despair will your bloodline fully awaken. Huh? What the hell is this? Flaw of the world, union of Umbrant and Angle? I don''t even have enough effort to socialize. What''s this about being disdained? Chapter 2 No inventory? Scratching his head, Los pondered the question before ultimately deciding to give up. "Whatever. There''s no point in trying to understand something I don''t know," he muttered. Ignoring the race, Los shifted his attention to another section, reading its description aloud: Vaiyrid: Unbound by the chains of the earth, the ancient power stirs within you. With a single thought, you defy gravity and rise effortlessly from the ground¡ªno wind or external force is needed, for this ability is an extension of your will. He squinted at the line, confusion flickering in his eyes. Suddenly, a panel popped up. Ding! Item received Would you like to claim it? would i like to claim it? He thought inwardly. Slightly confused, he hesitated a moment before speaking. "Yes, accept." Weapon has been received Weapon Rank: Seeker [Weapon Description] [Retrieved from the corpse of a "Devote" who belonged to a clan known as the Scermin, this weapon is bound to the thoughts of its user doing so though there soul. Though weathered and worn, its edge remains sharp enough to cleave through any foe.] Los frowned, glancing between the description and the screen. Where is the weapon? Waving his hand through the menu, he grew even more puzzled. It said I received a weapon, right? So where is it? In the manhwas he''d read, there was always an inventory system. But here? Nothing. Sighing, he pushed the thought aside and focused elsewhere. "Levitatos!" ¡­ "Winds, lift me!" ¡­ "Up!" Shouting the first words that came to mind, Los started jumping around the room. Using the couch as a platform, he launched off it, an idea forming in his head. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The system said I can fly, right? And all I need is the will to do it. So maybe I have to strengthen that will first? Unsurprisingly Los wasn''t far from the truth. "Fly!" he shouted. However Instead of falling like before, he floated. "I¡­ I actually did it," he said, voice trembling as he wobbled in mid-air, struggling to find his balance. Flying was one thing¡ªcontrolling it was another. Inevitably, gravity reclaimed him, and he crashed face-first into the ground. Groaning, he pushed himself up, his body trembling¡ªnot from pain, but from sheer excitement. A grin spread across his face. Like a child with a new toy, he started running and jumping around in celebration. "I actually flew. I actually did it." Forcing himself to calm down, he took a deep breath. "Fly," he commanded again. This time, he lifted off the ground with ease. Still adjusting to the weightless sensation, he floated toward the kitchen, a lingering doubt creeping in. This is real¡­ right? To make sure, he grabbed a knife and, without hesitation, drove the blade into his skin. Pain flared through his hand. He recoiled, sucking in a sharp breath before licking the blood from his palm, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "This¡­ this isn''t a dream," he whispered, breath hitching. "I''m actually flying" A sudden surge of power sent him shooting in a random direction. With a loud thud, he crashed into the wall, groaning as he slid to the floor. But he barely registered the pain. Scrambling to his feet, he ran into another room. Opening a drawer, he retrieved a first-aid kit and hastily wrapped his bleeding palm. Dissatisfied with the sloppy job, he grabbed his phone, searched for a bandaging tutorial, and followed the steps meticulously, disinfecting his wound before rewrapping it properly. Examining his hand, he nodded. It wasn''t perfect, but it was better than before. Slowly, he lifted off the ground again, floating toward the couch, still adjusting to the sensation. Then, the entire apartment shook. Los barely registered the quake¡ªhe was still hovering. But when he reached the window, his breath caught. Two massive creatures were battling in the streets below. One had long, vine-like arms whipping through the air with terrifying force. The other was grotesque¡ªthree massive human heads atop a frail yet muscular body, its torso crawling with smaller creatures. As Los processed the sight, the floor trembled beneath him. A nearby apartment took a direct hit from a stray attack, collapsing under the force. "Damn it! I need to get out of here!" he shouted. Rushing to his room, he grabbed a black bag before sprinting to the kitchen, stuffing knives into his pockets. Another quake sent him tumbling. The battle outside grew more chaotic, and the building showed signs of collapse. Standing at the door remembering something, he cursed. "Shit! My clothes!" But before he could move, a deafening screech pierced the air. His body seized up, ears ringing as he collapsed to the floor. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stand, bag in hand, and stumbled toward the balcony. The entrance was blocked¡ªthe ceiling had caved in during the monsters screech, rubble piling in front of the door. With no other choice, he stepped onto the balcony, carefully manoeuvring around shattered glass and debris. Before he could think of his next move, the three-headed monster crashed into his building. Los clenched his jaw. "Damn it!" The structure groaned, tilting dangerously. It was coming down. No time! Holding onto his bag, he braced himself. The building leaned further, gravity pulling it toward destruction. His grip tightened. This better work! And then, he jumped.