I died.
Or, at least, that was the way it seemed to me.
It wasn't dramatic. No truck-kun. No explosion.
One minute I was in my room half-asleep, a bag of chips crushed under my arm and anime credits rolling across my monitor. The next, I was falling.
Falling in that old school, gravity-pulled, vertical sense. Wind in my ears, hoodie flapping like a parachute of regret.
I didn't even scream. Mostly because I was too confused to process what the hell was going on.
And then I hit the ground.
I woke up to some type of ancient ruin. Cracked pillars. Glowing moss. The air was so dry it hurt to breathe.
Then a voice spoke.
[System Initializing.]
Initially, I believed I was dreaming.
Then text materialized in sight:
User: Han Jihoon. System Binding: Forced.
[System: YOU CAN'T HANDLE MY POWER.exe installed successfully.]
Warning: side effects include death, confusion, sarcasm, and dramatic plot twists.
I sat there blinking and wondering one thing:
What kind of dumb name is that?
And the floor creaked beneath me.
There was a burst of flames along the walls. A pillar collapsed a mere inch away from my head. The whole building seemed to have waited ages to fall to pieces the instant I entered.
Tutorial: Survive.
Of course.
I don't recall fleeing. Just running.
My body acted before my head was thinking. In between dodging flames and almost getting flattened, I went black once more.
I wasn't alone when I awoke.
He seemed human. Older. Calm. But there was something about him that was different.
As though he wasn't of this world.
Or perhaps he was, and I was the foreign object.
"I found you amusing," he said. "So I let you live."
"…Thanks?"
He looked at me for a moment. "You're not from here. But you're not completely out of place either. What are you?"
I didn't respond. Primarily because I didn't have a clue.
[NEW QUEST: Say Something Smart.]
I ignored that.
He didn't push. He observed me like I was a bug that was never updated.
"I'll take you to the Academy," he said. "You'll pretend to be a hybrid. No one will ask questions. Not if I say so."
And that was it.
No grand prophecy. No fate.
Just bad luck, a sarcastic system, and a guy who fell into the wrong world.
📘 Author's Note
Thanks for reading the prologue!
This isn't a story about a chosen hero. Jihoon's just a stubborn human who landed in the wrong world… with the wrong system.
Dragons, sarcasm, and chaos incoming. Stick around — it gets wild.