"Ah… everything is just too boring."
A young man stood alone on the jagged peak of an isolated mountain, staring up at a night sky so clear it looked like a canvas painted for him alone. The wind was cold, but to him it felt like nothing more than a gentle caress. Moonlight spilled across his body, soft and silver, almost as if the moon itself admired the boy standing beneath it.
His snow-white hair shimmered like frost. His amethyst eyes glowed with a brilliance that could shame the stars themselves.A face too perfect.A presence too sharp.
Adam Victor — called a genius by the world, but even the word "genius" felt too small for him.
Once an orphan with no name and no origin, Adam's existence defied logic.He finished high school at nine.Became the world's youngest trillionaire.Discovered cures for multiple incurable diseases.Created Earth's first complete hologram projection system.Solved everything people said was "impossible."
Whatever he touched, he mastered.
And yet, somehow… none of it mattered anymore.
"Why the hell is there nothing left that excites me?" Adam muttered, throwing his head back as if questioning the heavens.
Boredom.That was his greatest enemy.
Not rivals.Not challenges.Not tragedies.
Just the crushing monotony of a life where achieving the extraordinary had become ordinary.
Every day was the same.Meetings with prime ministers.Investors begging for collaboration.Billions moving under his decisions.
He was a teenager — and yet his life had been reduced to a machine of responsibilities.
"I'm eighteen, damn it," he groaned. "I want to live. Not file meetings all day."
That was why, on the morning of his eighteenth birthday, he had escaped — vanished from everything and everyone, using one of his private autonomous jets to fly to the one place where the world couldn't follow him.
An isolated mountain.A silent peak.A moment of peace.
He didn't want to think.He didn't want to calculate the stock market trend ten years ahead.He didn't want to solve another impossible scientific issue.
He just wanted—to breathe.
And for a while, he did.
Until something unusual caught his eye.
A falling star.
He raised a brow. "Huh. Pretty."
But the falling star… didn't fall across the sky.
It was falling toward him.
"…Wait. Why the fuck is it getting bigger?"
Adam blinked once, twice.The star grew larger… brighter… closer.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
He watched the blazing object descend — not diagonally like a meteor should, but in a straight line, directly above the mountain he was standing on.
Any normal person would run.
Adam simply sighed.
He calculated the trajectory in seconds.
If he ran?No chance of escape.
If he used his emergency jet drone hidden nearby?The speed difference was laughable.
"Well… I won't be going home today," he muttered. "At least I'll die from something cool. Better than dying of boredom."
The falling star roared like an angry god, tearing through the sky.Heat waves surged.Wind pressure howled.
Adam closed his eyes.
10…5…2…1…
BOOOOOOOOM—!
The mountain shook violently. Rocks tumbled around him. Birds fled from the treeline.
But Adam… didn't feel even a scratch.
"…Huh?"
He opened his eyes slowly.
The star had crashed about a kilometer away — a massive crater carved into the earth.
But that wasn't what shocked him.
With that speed and impact, everything within ten kilometers should have been obliterated. Dust, debris, shrapnel — all of it should've ended him before he could even blink.
But he wasn't even touched by the shockwave.
"Oh, come on. What kind of meteor slows down out of pity?"
Curiosity drowned out caution. With long, steady steps, he walked toward the crater.
And what he found at the center…
made every logical thought in his genius mind collapse.
At the heart of the smoking crater lay—
"…A book?"
A single, plain book.Gray cover.No title.No author name.Roughly six hundred pages thick.
Adam stared at it blankly.
"How the hell was a book falling from space?"
He picked it up.It felt strangely warm.Alive.
Alien technology?Some advanced experiment?A prank from NASA?
He had no clue.
But curiosity was a dangerous thing — especially for a bored genius.
So he opened it.
And instantly regretted it.
"…A fantasy novel? Seriously?"
He flipped the pages rapidly.
Yes.
The book was exactly what it looked like —a fantasy novel where the protagonist awakens a system, grows stronger, faces gods, blah blah blah.
A totally cliché webnovel plot.
Yet…
"Well… the story's kind of interesting."
And just like that, he sat on a rock inside the crater and began reading like an addict.
He forgot about the bizarre crash.Forgot about the impossibility of a book falling from space.Forgot about everything.
Boredom was a scary thing.
By the time he reached the final page, his breath had unconsciously stilled.
The story was amazing — detailed, deep, painfully realistic.
The world-building felt alive.The lore was rich.Even side characters had believable struggles.
But the ending—
"That was the shittiest ending possible," he hissed.
Because the hero failed.The world fell into chaos.Everything burned.Gods descended.The system that was supposed to guide the protagonist swallowed him whole.
A tragedy with no hope.
"What kind of sadist writes this?"
He closed the book—
—or tried to.
Because in the moment he brought the cover down, a thin wisp of light escaped the pages and shot into his hand.
"WHAT—"
The book vibrated violently.Pages peeled apart.The entire object dissolved into glowing particles.
And then—
Disappeared.
Adam staggered back, stunned.
"What the hell…?"
His vision blurred.His thoughts tangled.His breath hitched.
A wave of darkness washed over him—
And he lost consciousness.
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