In the unforgiving crucible of this world, a place where compassion is scarce, and fortune even scarcer, only those who wield strength and amass riches can hope to endure. It is a realm where the feeble and impoverished are deemed expendable, left to fend for themselves in the relentless face of adversity.Yet, lurking on the fringes of this harsh existence, a sinister threat looms large over the beleaguered inhabitants of Tyker. Dreaded creatures, nightmarish in their malevolence, known simply as "monsters," have emerged from the shadows to terrorize the land.Desperate to safeguard their besieged populace, the mages of Tyker marshaled their formidable powers in defense. But despite their valiant efforts, their struggles proved futile, and an ominous cloud of death and destruction hung over the land, casting an inescapable pall.As the maw of calamity yawned wide, foretelling a cataclysmic reckoning, dire omens manifested. Rivers once teeming with life would run thick with the crimso
In the heart of the bustling mage hunting academy, a peculiar incident unfolded, forever changing the fate of a young man named Tony. As the sun cast long shadows over the training grounds, a hushed concern rippled through the gathered students."Hey Tony! Wake up…""Is he dead….?""His heart stopped beating…""Tony…!"These whispers of panic swirled around Tony as he lay unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a curious crowd. Suddenly, Tony was rudely awakened from this strange slumber, drenched by a sudden deluge of water."What happened?" Tony, the lanky teenager, groggily inquired, bewildered by the sudden turn of events."You passed out a minute ago," a concerned female voice replied.Tony's eyes darted around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He found himself encircled by his peers, but one burly figure, in particular, stood out."What's wrong with you! You stupid prick! We we
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Tyker dumping site. The gruff manager, known for his rough demeanor, scolded Tony as he hauled the heavy, black refuse sack onto the waiting truck."Hurry up, you lazy ass!" The manager of the site scolded, his voice piercing the stifling air of the dumping site.Tony, with sweat beading on his forehead, replied, "Yes, sir." He hoisted a large, black refuse sack onto his shoulder and staggered towards a waiting truck. Among the workers toiling under the scorching sun, he was the only teenager, making him felt isolated.The dumping site, a minor factory owned by a senior mage official, was a place of drudgery. Its purpose was clear - to clear away all the garbage and waste materials in the city. Tony, a laborer in the factory, had one job: load the accumulated waste into sacks for incineration.His pay was meager, a daily wage where every bag he loaded earned him a mere 0.5 Dars. Dar
After a long, weary journey, Tony finally returned to his humble abode. He carefully creaked open the weathered wooden door and stepped into their modest dwelling. Inside, there were no modern luxuries to be found—no television set, no fan to alleviate the oppressive heat, not even an electric bulb. Only the soft, flickering glow of a solitary candle illuminated their meager existence, bearing testament to their profound poverty.Upon his arrival, a joyful voice pierced the silence. "Brother, you're back!" exclaimed a little girl, throwing her arms around Tony in an eager hug. "How are you, Lilian?" he warmly replied, returning the embrace. She couldn't contain her excitement and asked, "Did you bring any food?" Tony grinned and handed her one of the bags he had brought. "Why don't you see for yourself?" he teased. Lilian eagerly opened the bag to find an abundance of sustenance, and Tony surprised her with a rare treat—a chocolate bar he had managed to afford with his last bit of spa
[System Activation Complete][System current State: Not Updated][System Initialization in Progress][Updating System to the Current Era][Current Era... Modern Era... Successfully Integrated]Tony's groggy awakening was accompanied by a persistent voice in his head. As he surveyed his surroundings, it became clear that he was in a highly advanced hospital, leaving him bewildered. Could this be a dream? But the memory of his own demise lingered, casting doubt on reality. He remembered clearly, when Flash shot the intensed fire blast on his chest.[Host: Awake][Upgrading Host to a higher rank][Host Upgrade in Progress... Incomplete][Improving Host's Skills…Incomplete][Host's Current Health: 40%][Host's Physical Condition: 10%][Host's Talent Skills: 0%][Host Requires Accelerated Healing][Host Must Focus on Physical Improvement]"What on earth i
In the sweltering afternoon sun, the laborers of the dump site toiled tirelessly, and among them was Tony.It had been a fortnight since he had been discharged from the hospital, and ever since then, he'd doubled his efforts to support his household.This time, Tony was shirtless, exposing a prominent scar on his chest, a lasting reminder of the fiery blast he'd endured during his tournament bout with Flash. The wound still gnawed at him, refusing to fully heal.With strength fueled by determination, he hoisted a refuse sack onto the awaiting truck, which roared to life and sped away. Tony wiped the sweat from his brow.[Host tired and hungry, Host must rest and eat]Suddenly, a voice echoed in his head, urging him to rest and eat."Will you shut up! Who says I'm hungry?" Tony snapped back at the voice, but his rebellious stomach growled, as if answering the question for him.The others on the site turned their heads, bewildered by Tony's apparent conversation with himself, a moment o
Tony gasped for breath as he juggled down the dimly lit road, the evening's cool air turning heavy and thick around him. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, his heart racing with each labored breath."Aren't we there yet?" he panted, his voice laced with frustration.[We are almost there, Tony,] the Imperial System assured him."Well, that's what you said last time," Tony grumbled, the uncertainty gnawing at him.[Just keep moving, slow and steady,] With resolve, Tony trudged onward, following the elusive path laid out for him. He stopped only when commanded to stand before a colossal, shadow-shrouded construction building that loomed over him."And now what?" Tony questioned, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.[Now, you have to get to the top of the building,] "The top?" Tony's eyes widened in confusion.[Yes,] "How am I going to get to the top? This is a private building; I can't just go inside," Tony replied, his concerns mounting.[You won't be going inside; you'll cl
Tony gradually regained consciousness, bringing him back to the bustling reality of the elemental chamber. A warm smile graced his face as he observed the chamber, which was already teeming with mages, both young and old. A sense of purpose filled the room as they prepared to hone their mystical abilities.Tony knew the rules; he had to leave by morning as part of the agreement he made with the chamber's keeper.Approaching the elder figure in charge, Tony greeted him with respect, noting that Mr. Frank was well into his fifties, at the very least."Good morning, Tony. How was your night?" Mr. Frank inquired in a kind manner."It was great, sorry I stayed too long," Tony replied, a tinge of guilt in his voice."It's alright; everyone deserves a good night's rest sometimes," Frank reassured him, understanding the importance of recuperation.However, a sudden interruption broke the peaceful ambiance. A thunderous voice echoed from behind, belonging to a vigorous figure."Hey, old man, w