Reborn in the Survival Adventure Game

I never thought I'd live in a place like this.

Back in my old tribe, it was all survival. Hunt, hide, hope not to get eaten by something bigger. No shelter. No help. Just mud, hunger, and fear. Then I heard about this place—this village where anyone could join.

I thought it was a lie.

But I came anyway.

That was months ago.

Now, I wake up in a house I helped build, with a roof that doesn't leak when it rains and a real bed—well, straw and cloth, but it's mine. Outside, I hear the sound of hammering. Someone's always building something new.

I grab my wooden sword and strap on my guild card. Bronze rank. Still low, but I'm working on it.

I step outside and wave to Yorin, a goblin boy who just started working at the shop. "Morning!"

"Hey! Don't forget training later!"