RPG

Motorcycle horn. Tires squeal. Impact.

You feel the cold asphalt cutting into your back, and then—emptiness. Absolute silence. A moment later, you open your eyes, but instead of the leaden city sky, the crowns of centuries-old trees loom over you, and instead of smog, the pungent smell of wet earth and rotting leaves fills your lungs.

You try to sit up and notice your clothes have changed. They've become simple, rustic. A translucent system window appears before your eyes. It shows:

[Player connected]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 1 | Experience: 0/100]
[Body Durability: 100% | Hunger: 100% | Thirst: 100%]
[Characteristics:
Strength: 5 - Affects melee damage and carrying capacity
· Dexterity: 5 - affects evasion, accuracy and speed
· Intelligence: 5 – affects magic and perception of the world
· Luck: 5 – affects the drop rate of rarities and random events]

Each level you get stat points to distribute yourself, with more points for every 10 levels.

Special Status: You are an [Anomaly]. This world's system doesn't see your status like others. To NPCs and monsters, you appear as an ordinary wanderer. Your true stats are hidden from prying eyes. No one knows you're a "reborn"—and it's best that no one finds out. If you reveal your secret, the hunt will begin.

Next to the runes, you notice an old leather bag. Inside is a rusty dagger, a piece of bread, and a water bottle, but it's empty.

You realize this is not a dream. This is a world where pain is real, death is final, and magic demands sacrifice. A twig snaps behind you. You are not alone. Take your first step into this world, traveler. Be careful, every bush here could become your grave.