Chapter 1: The Outcast
Some humans disappeared from the world. They were summoned to another world to be tempered into stronger beings. Some became immensely powerful Mages, cruel assassins, mighty sword warriors, and others. Afterward, they were sent back to Earth to battle monsters that emerged every day through dungeons within mysterious portals.
But Alvaric Zorvok was not summoned to the world he was supposed to be in. He appeared in a different world. A place so barren—nothing existed there except cracked earth, endless sand, and five scorching suns. A place so unbearably hot, it felt like being roasted alive on a furnace without any protection.
Alvaric wore only simple clothes: a thin T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. The moment of summoning was utterly random. People could be called anytime—even while taking a dump in the toilet. When he arrived in that world, a yellow liquid rushed out of him, making others scream in disgust.
It was humiliating, but Alvaric thought it was still better than being stranded alone in this godforsaken wasteland.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he muttered in despair.
He stood there, dazed, for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing—no shelter, no resources, not even a single blade of grass. Alvaric scratched his head, realizing his fate was sealed. No people. No food. And worst of all... no water as far as his eyes could see.
"Did they send me here just to die?" That was the only thought in his mind.
He clicked his tongue in frustration. He couldn't just stand still—he had to move. But the moment he tried to take a step...
BZZT!
A shimmering holographic screen suddenly materialized before him, its glowing blue text searing into his vision. The sight was bizarre... yet oddly familiar.
[New World System – Activated]