The moment Hanabi mentioned "Dungeons," Lee's newbie face contorted into a spectacularly ridiculous mask of doubt and slight offense. His mouth formed a perfect, cartoonish 'O,' his eyes bulging like saucers as he blinked repeatedly, as if the very universe had just whispered the cruelest joke. "You… you mean like an arena? Where people cheer and they give you a little trophy?" he stammered, his voice wobbling somewhere between hope and sheer disbelief, his fingers twitching nervously in the air as though he could claw reality into something more understandable.
Hanabi didn't just laugh; she erupted into a symphony of cackles that rattled the nearby trees. Tears streamed down her face, glinting like tiny rivers of amusement, and she wiped them away with a theatrical flourish, tossing her head back as if trying to shake the absurdity of Lee's suggestion from existence. "An arena! Oh, little Lee, that's child's play!" she managed between gasps. Her eyes sparkled dangerously. "A Dungeon is where you play with your life and the opponent's. Sure, sometimes you get that fancy loot—the 'pure win' expensive stuff—but we're not here for easy victories. Think of it as a cage where you fight until you die! Always be planning, even in your dreams, because we never know which snake—or worse—will try to bite us. Now, I have a task… highly recommended if you actually want a real combat power boost."
Lee, still wearing the goofy frown left by the arena dismissal, puffed out his chest like a determined little rooster trying to look fearsome. His eyes shone with a mix of naïve bravery and the occasional flicker of panic. "Let's work out much now so I can avoid the bleed on battle!" he declared, his words clumsy, his fists swinging in front of him in a wildly uncoordinated salute, as if sheer determination could overwrite reality.
Two days later, the sun rose over the mountains to find Lee cheerfully embracing Hanabi's training method, completely unaware of the hellish week awaiting him. His smile was unnervingly serene, a bizarre mix of blissful ignorance and unshakable optimism, the kind of face that could make even seasoned warriors wonder if he had lost his mind.
Hanabi, with a single surge of Mana, did not merely summon monsters—she called down every aggressive, territorial beast within a mile radius. "Survive in this state for one week," she stated with unnerving calm, her eyes glinting with both amusement and malice. Lee's expression transformed instantly, his jaw dropping so far it might have scraped the ground. His eyes went wide enough to rival cartoon optics, his limbs stiff as if frozen by sheer disbelief. "Impos-sible!" he tried to shout, but the word lodged somewhere deep in his throat as the earth trembled beneath the stampede.
Lee spun his head like a wind-up toy gone haywire. A literal tide of fur, scales, horns, and snarls came charging toward his cave. Panic twisted into a sort of cold, calculating fear. He grit his teeth, sweat dripping into his eyes, mixing terror with determination. Each twitch of his hands and flicker of his gaze was a study in chaotic survival instinct.
Meanwhile, Principle Nana watched from her vantage point, initially composed, trying to make sense of the strange conversation between Lee and the Chained Woman—a figure unsettling in both her silence and aura. But when the mountain erupted into chaos, her calm shattered like glass. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent scream, a trembling shiver running down her spine. "What… in the world… happened all of a sudden?!" she thought, gripping her staff until her knuckles whitened. The clash of beasts, the screeches, and Lee's frantic shouts chained themselves to her vision in a terrifying montage.
Lee fought with everything he knew. He felled multiple creatures with clumsy yet desperate ingenuity, swinging, stabbing, and improvising with every scrap of skill he had. But soon, sheer numbers overwhelmed him. His strategy twisted rapidly—he could only hunt what was essential, focusing on survival above all. There was a grim, almost comical intensity to his furrowed brow, his tongue sticking out as he strained to balance fear, logic, and raw instinct.
On the sixth day, the relentless solitude of his training was broken by the familiar sight of the She-Wolf and her Cub. The guardian, once a figure of regal midnight authority, was battered and bleeding, her once-glimmering coat matted with blood. Her cub whimpered, eyes wide with confusion and fear. Lee's heart lurched, his expression shifting between horror and protective fury, his cheeks flushing red as panic mixed with determination.
A massive Wild Bull immediately fixated on the vulnerable pair. Lee's reaction was instinctive. He grabbed a branch, tied his knife to it, and hurled it with a desperate cry. The knife struck, but the bull's thick hide merely made it angrier. Lee's jaw dropped again, eyes crossing in frustration and disbelief as the animal turned toward the cub. Without thinking, he leapt, his body awkwardly flailing but his intent pure—cover the cub.
Then, faster than thought, Nana emerged like a storm incarnate. Without hesitation, she unleashed her power: Blood Magic 1st Circle: Fury of Blood. The pulse of magical force sent shockwaves through the Bull, but inertia carried it forward. A tiny tip of its horn grazed Lee's stomach. His vision blurred, a slow wave of darkness crawling over his senses, his face contorting in a mix of pain, surprise, and a touch of exaggerated cartoonish panic.
Nana's fury intensified, her magic cutting through the beast horde with surgical precision, leaving carnage in her wake. She swept to Lee's side, holding him with a mix of desperation and protectiveness, her face tight with tension, eyes glimmering with restrained fear.
As she tried to heal his simple wound, she was struck by the cruel irony: the injury healed faster than her magic could work. Memories of the past—accident, loss, pain—flooded back, twisting her heart in knots. She felt her chest tighten painfully. "It's happening again," she thought, her hands gripping Lee tighter. Her eyes softened for just a flicker before hardening, resolve and fear warring within her. She forced herself to become cold, hard as stone. Because from here, she would have to do the one thing she dreaded… and she knew it would test every shred of her heart.
[Character Status: Lee Yun]
Level: 5 [UnAllocated stats :25]
Title: Unawakened Successor of the God of @#$%^&*
Race: Human (?)
Class: ??? (Yet to be determined)
Alignment: Neutral
[Basic Stats]
Strength (STR): 8 → (Slightly above average due to physical endurance)
Dexterity (DEX): 7 → (Decent agility, but not refined)
Constitution (CON): 10 → (Survived hardships, high pain tolerance)
Intelligence (INT): 6 → (Lack of knowledge about the mystical world)
Wisdom (WIS): 9 → (Has a strong will and survival instincts)
Charisma (CHA): 8 → (Socially withdrawn due to past trauma)
Luck (LUK): 3 → (Fate has been cruel, but things are about to change)
[Hidden Stats]
Willpower: 15 → (Developed over years of suffering and loneliness)Mental Resilience: 12 → (Can endure intense fear, trauma, and mental attacks)Mystic Potential: ??? → (Unknown; connected to his dragon tattoo and eye)Corruption Resistance: 30% → (Natural resistance to dark forces, but can still be influenced)
[Abilities]
Iron Will (Passive): Cannot be easily intimidated or mentally broken.Survivor's Instinct (Passive): Increased awareness in life-threatening situations.
Unawakened Eye (Sealed): ??? (Will unlock upon certain conditions)
Dragon's Call (Sealed): The hidden spirit within his tattoo will respond when necessary.
Soul Seal (Passive & Active): A transcendent ability that binds a target's soul to the wielder's will, enforcing absolute suppression regardless of level, rank, or resistance once specific conditions are met.
[Equipment]
School Uniform Clothes: Offers protection Defence+1.Bare Shoes: Basic footwear Movement +2, stat bonus Intelligent + 10.
Special information :
Soul Seal (Passive & Active)Description:
A transcendent ability that defies conventional power structures, the Soul Seal grants its wielder dominion over fate itself. This ability allows the user to inscribe an unbreakable seal upon a target's soul, binding their existence to the wielder's will. Unlike ordinary restrictions, the Soul Seal disregards the opponent's level, rank, or power, ensuring absolute enforcement once the conditions are met.
Effects & Conditions:Seal Effect (Active):
Can completely suppress, bind, or restrain a target, rendering them unable to act against the wielder's command.
If fully activated, it can permanently imprison, weaken, or even erase the target's presence from existence.
The seal remains inactive until specific conditions—determined at the time of casting—are fulfilled.
Seal Activation (Passive Trigger):
Once the predetermined condition is met, the seal automatically activates, regardless of the target's awareness, resistance, or power level.
The condition varies depending on the situation and is influenced by the wielder's will. Some examples include:
"If the opponent attempts to kill me, the seal will activate."
"If the opponent betrays me, their power will be sealed."
"If the opponent's heart wavers in loyalty, they will be unable to move."
"If the target's soul harbors malice, their strength will be drained."
No Mana Consumption (Intelligence Stat Exemption):
Unlike most sealing techniques, the Soul Seal does not consume mana and is instead fueled by the user's willpower and dominion over fate.
As a result, even in a mana-deprived state, the user can still activate this ability effortlessly.
Higher-tier Sealing (Unawakened Potential):
Certain high-level beings may resist the initial effects of the seal, but they cannot escape it indefinitely.
If the user fully awakens the Soul Seal, even divine or otherworldly entities will be unable to resist its grasp.
This power can eventually overwrite existing contracts, curses, and divine decrees, bending reality itself.
Flair & Appearance:
When the Soul Seal is activated, the user's eyes turn a piercing blue, glowing with an ethereal light that signifies the absolute enforcement of their will.
A rune-like sigil appears over the target's chest, forehead, or limbs, resembling ancient chains wrapping around their soul.
The intensity of the seal's glow determines its binding strength. Once fully sealed, the target's body may even manifest phantom chains, signifying complete subjugation.
"This is not just a restriction. It is sovereignty over existence itself."