Immortal Druid

I leaned back in my creaky gaming chair and crushed the empty energy drink can in my fist. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, admiring my masterpiece bathed in the monitor’s glow. A silver-haired elven druid stood triumphantly atop a mountain of loot.

Name: Nevle Drol Diurdhcra

Race: Elf

Class: Druid

Level: 999

The name was still painfully edgy, even after all these years. But what could I say? I’d been a cringy, dramatic high school kid when I created him.

I had just finished soloing the final boss of the Sacred Mielkerol Grounds. It was an absolute monstrosity of a dragon with silver scales, two gaping maws, and six glowing blue eyes that spat death in unpredictable patterns. The beast had killed me over a hundred times before I finally brought it down. A golden announcement flashed across the screen:

[Solo Raid Achievement Unlocked: Slayer of the Starbright Dragon of Neverdust]

“Weekends really are the best,” I muttered with a tired grin.

I’d been grinding nonstop since Friday night. Three straight days with barely any sleep. My body was screaming for rest, especially since I still had work in the morning. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn’t eaten anything real in hours.

“A quick trip to the convenience store won’t hurt,” I told myself. “Grab some food, come back, squeeze in one more hour, then actually sleep.”

I dragged myself out of the apartment and shuffled toward the nearest 24-hour store. The whole way there, my mind wandered. Bills, student loans, mortgage payments? They all vanished the moment I logged into Legacy World Online. The game’s brutal difficulty had hooked me harder than anything else in my life. Every raid, every dungeon, every impossible boss felt like a genuine escape from the soul-crushing grind of reality. Sometimes, I daydreamed about quitting everything and living off-grid, just camping in the woods like those YouTube survival shorts I kept watching. I didn’t know the first thing about actual survival, but I figured I could learn.

I bought two cups of noodles and a hotdog on a bun. I squeezed way too much ketchup and mayonnaise on it, then took a messy bite as I walked back home under the dim streetlights.

That sloppy, sleep-deprived decision was the last mistake I would ever make.

The ten-wheeler truck came out of nowhere. One second I was chewing, the next I was flying through the air. The impact was brutal. As my body slammed into the pavement and the world went dark, my final, pathetic thought was…

“At least my druid is max level.”

Ugh. So lame.

Then everything faded.

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In the darkness, something ancient and vast stirred.

“I am Nevle Drol Diurdhcra!” a powerful voice boomed through my soul. “The mightiest of druids, keeper of balance, and the one who hears the Voice of the World!”

Memories that weren’t mine, yet somehow were, flooded my mind like a raging river.

What had once felt like mere cinematic cutscenes now felt viscerally real.

I remembered standing atop the World Tree Yggdrasil as thousands of players cheered below me. I had led the final raid against the Void Sovereign, channeling the combined might of every elemental spirit to seal the rift that threatened to devour the entire server. My silver hair whipped wildly in the storm of mana as I raised my staff, glowing with verdant light.

Campaigns that should have remained just stories became my stories.

I recalled the Siege of Eldervein, where I single-handedly grew an impenetrable forest wall overnight to protect the allied forces from the demon horde. The War of the Falling Stars, when I dueled the fallen celestial Soranyr Woenhile for three days and three nights beneath a blood-red sky until the angel finally fell.

There were quieter moments too: walking through moonlit glades while communing with the World Spirit, healing entire villages devastated by plague with a single wave of my hand, and befriending legendary spirit beasts that no one else could approach.

Even the side quests I used to find mundane or boring now carried weight. And the PvP battles… those felt especially real now. I had dueled arrogant sword saints who mocked the “weak nature mage,” only to watch their prized techniques wither before the overwhelming power of primal nature itself.

The DLC and expansions flooded in next. I had negotiated with dragon kings, outsmarted trickster gods, and restored balance to lands corrupted by forbidden magic.

Every raid. Every world event. Every hard-fought victory and bitter defeat. They all felt real! The exhaustion after a 72-hour raid, the thrill of discovering a hidden grove that granted new abilities, the quiet satisfaction of watching a corrupted forest bloom again under my care.

The line between player and character blurred completely.

I wasn’t just controlling Nevle anymore.

I was Nevle!

The mightiest druid to ever walk the realms. The one who had reached the absolute peak of power. The Voice of the World itself whispered in my ears, ancient and comforting.

As suddenly as it began, the flood of memories slowed.

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I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp.

“What in the world…?”

Soft grass tickled the back of my neck. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and rich earth. Above me stretched an endless blue sky with a single warm sun shining down.

I sat up slowly and examined my hands. Long and elegant fingers with faint glowing runes lit up across the skin when I focused. My silver hair spilled over my shoulders like liquid moonlight. I reached up and touched my ears. They were long and sharply pointed.

“No way…”

I was wearing the same flowing robes and light leather armor my character had always worn: the legendary set Garments of the World Listener. In my right hand rested my staff, its crystal orb pulsing softly with living energy.

I lay there in the grassy field for a long moment, staring at the sky, feeling the real warmth of the sun on my skin, the gentle rustle of leaves in the distance, and the faint, constant whisper of the World itself in the back of my mind.

“Okay…” I whispered. My voice was now smooth and melodic, carrying an otherworldly resonance that definitely wasn’t mine before. “What are the chances this is exactly what I think it is?”

A small, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips.

Because deep down, I already knew the truth.

I was no longer the tired, overworked gamer who got hit by a truck.

I was Nevle Drol Diurdhcra.

Level 999 Druid.

And this world… was now my new reality.

“Fuuuuudge…”

I wasn’t unfamiliar with the isekai genre. I’d dare say I was quite genre-savvy. After all, sneaking chapters of NovelFires between spreadsheet columns had been my favorite way to kill time at the office.

I propped myself up with my staff and took a deep breath of the fresh, mana-rich air. Time to test the waters.

“Inventory,” I said clearly.

Nothing happened.

“Item Box… Store… System Interface…”

Still nothing. No blue windows, no floating panels, no helpful robotic voice.

I even tried whispering, “Voice chat, party channel,” like an idiot, then immediately felt embarrassed.

“Forget it,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.”

No game menu. No fast travel. No convenient system to guide me. If this were the isekai treatment, I had been dropped straight into the actual world of Legacy World Online without any player conveniences.

Strangely, I didn’t feel scared. Not even nervous. The memories of Nevle Drol Diurdhcra now lived inside my head as if they had always belonged there. If a fight broke out, I was confident I would come out on top without much trouble. Even stranger was the deep, unshakable certainty that this wasn’t a dream. Something fundamental inside me had shifted the moment I woke up in this body.

I looked up at the clear sky and called out, half-jokingly, “Nevle, if you’re still out there somewhere… mind enlightening me why this is happening?”

Only the wind answered.

I sighed. “Well… I don’t really know what’s going on, but thank you for the second chance, I guess.”

I flexed my fingers and rolled my shoulders. The strength flowing through this elven body was incredible. Even without tapping into my full druid powers, my raw physical stats felt through the roof. I could probably make a very comfortable living here if I played my cards right.

Thoughts of an outdoor life strangely appealed to me at the moment.

“Now, what am I supposed to do?” I wondered aloud.

Finding civilization seemed like the most logical first step.

I closed my eyes and recalled the old lore description of the druid class from Legacy World Online. As a lore nerd who had sunk thousands of hours into the game, I remembered it well: the power system revolved around mana, an imaginary energy described as a wavelength leaking in from another dimension.

But when I reached out with my senses now, the mana around me felt… different. Not like a smooth wavelength at all. It felt like countless tiny particles dancing in the air, vibrant and alive.

Interesting. Maybe the time period or the state of the world has changed?

I didn’t overthink it. Instead, I drew in the surrounding mana particles according to the instincts now etched into my soul.

“Wild Shape: Eagle.”

Power surged through me. My body dissolved into green motes of light and reformed instantly.

I leaped into the air as a majestic silver-feathered eagle, wings spread wide. The signature ability of the druid class lived up to its reputation. In this avian form, my mobility and senses skyrocketed. The world below sharpened into crystal clarity thanks to my boosted stats and the eagle’s naturally keen eyesight.

I circled higher, scanning the landscape. It didn’t take long before I spotted a clump of humanoid figures in the distance. A village.

Maintaining a safe altitude, I glided closer.

The clothing style of the people below looked nothing like the Western high-fantasy fashion I remembered from Legacy World Online. Flowing robes with intricate embroidery, jade ornaments, and sword sheaths at their waists. It screamed Eastern cultivation world more than a medieval RPG. I wondered what kind of village this was, because no normal village could equip every villager with a sword, right? Or maybe I was just reading the situation wrong.

Just outside the village walls, a loud commotion was unfolding.

“Draw your sword!” a young man in extravagant azure robes shouted, pointing dramatically. “I will prove to you that the swordsmanship of the Steel Sky Sect is superior!”

The other youth, dressed in white and gold, sneered arrogantly. “You are courting death! This Young Master of the Serenity Cliff Sect shall show you whose swordsmanship is truly superior!”

I nearly lost control of my wings mid-flight.

Eh? Eh?!

Two arrogant young masters yelling about sects and superior swordsmanship? In a world that was supposed to be Legacy World Online?

Am I in the wrong genre or something?!