Ch.0Born into a Crumbling World

“You had fun with it, didn’t you?”

That’s what my friend who recommended this trash game clearly babbled.

‘Heroes of the Dark World’

It was a game with an interesting story. That much, even I admit.

A player summoned to a world racing toward its end, working together with companions chosen by God to save the world—an all-too-common story.

However, the complex and captivating worldbuilding, the adrenaline-pumping flashy action, and high-definition character illustrations captured the hearts of hipsters with their gloomy tastes, and the game broke records in sales.

But the difficulty that rendered community guides useless, characters dying left and right, the relentlessly bleak worldview, and elements that relied solely on skill were divisive aspects. I felt the same way. Though I stuck with it because the story was interesting, I quit after destroying about four keyboards.

Why am I telling this story?

Because I’ve been sucked into this trash game. Not as a hero summoned from this world, but as the second son of an ordinary noble family.

The problem was that our family was a minor noble house with no power whatsoever, and I was born with absolutely no abilities—just a naked body.

But the real problem was that I had never finished this game.

A world with a prophesied apocalypse.

No power, no knowledge, no abilities—just a body to my name.

Lying in my cradle, watching the mobile toy spinning above me, I came to a conclusion.

I have to succeed by any means necessary.