[Adaptation complete]
[[Mortal Body Accession] — Black Talent.Description: You possess a mortal body completely disconnected from all extraordinary energy. You cannot cultivate, level up, or awaken a class. However, your body has no upper limit for physical and mental strengthening.In the real world, this talent rewrites your genetic and cognitive limits. Gains made inside simulations—strength, skills, intelligence—are automatically and cumulatively applied to your real body without needing to select them as rewards.
Note: This talent does not apply inside simulations. Instead, at the start of each simulation, you can choose:
Start as a standard mortal, no powers.
Start with your real-world genes and brain power reconverted into their extraordinary equivalents, since "Mortal Body Accession" does not exist in simulations.]
Orin stared at the panel, stunned.
He had read about overpowered talents in fiction—but this was... different. This talent didn't just bend the rules—it rewrote them.
It was so incompatible with the simulator that the system itself had to adapt.
And now... it was his.
He didn't understand everything yet. Not the implications. Not the limits. But one thing was certain: this was no ordinary start.
This was the kind of power that could change destiny.
Suppressing the swirl of questions in his mind, Orin took a deep breath.
"Let's see how far this can take me."
And he pressed Continue Simulation.
[You remained seated in the room.]
[You looked around in confusion, wondering if the simulation had really started.]
[You tried calling the simulator, but nothing happened.]
[You thought maybe it was just your imagination—wishful thinking after transmigrating.][You repeatedly checked the original owner's memories but found nothing more useful.]
[You began living as the original owner had.]
[It wasn't that you didn't want to do something different, but in this world where strength is everything, you had no advantage. You weren't a programmer or scientist in your previous life, either.]
[Still, you started exercising daily to stay fit and prepare for your future awakening.][The effects were average, as you barely had enough to eat.][And so, you lived as an ordinary child.]
[Years passed, and you turned fifteen.]
[You were admitted to a local high school and began receiving basic education and training to become a professional, as required by law.][You shared a dorm room with three other students.]
[Your life improved slightly compared to when you were just an orphan.]
[On your third year at school, the day you turned eighteen—]
[You awakened a class: Common Swordsman.]
[You were disappointed but encouraged yourself. This was your second chance at life, and you had to make the most of it.]
[Congratulations on awakening a profession.]
[Due to Black Talent "Mortal Body Accession," adjustments to your muscles are being made.]
Orin felt something stir in his body. It wasn't pain—more like intense itching, especially around his hands, legs, and waist. When it finally subsided, he wanted to test the changes, but held back and continued reading.
[Mana awakening, which occurs along with class awakening, has been canceled due to Black Talent "Mortal Body Accession."]
He was disappointed, but not surprised. He kept reading.
[To graduate from the academy, students must reach Level 30 within five years.][Those who fail must pursue other paths—manual labor, law, clerical jobs, etc.]
[You gave it your all.]
[After one week, you leveled up for the first time, reaching Level 2.][Congratulations on your first level-up.]
[Real-time strength increase in progress.]
[Mana increase canceled—user has no mana due to talent.]
In real world Orin again started to feel changes in his body. Itching came again but this time it was more than when the him in simulator awakened Swordman class. He wanted it to end as soon as possible. After some time it subsided. He felt like he is relieved from a torture. but there was a faint smile on his lips as he felt increase in his strength. Then he continued to read the text.
[Many classmates with better classes or family support reached Level 30 within one or two years.]
[You continued grinding and finally leveled up to 30 in your fourth year.]
[You graduated and received your professional license.]
[To reach Level 31, ten times the experience is required compared to the previous level.][You weren't discouraged—you knew this was necessary for ranking up.][Rank-up would bring a massive strength boost and even extend your lifespan.]
[After a month of grueling monster hunts to level up—]
[You died at the hands of a monster.]
[You are dead, at the age of 22.][This simulation is over.]
[As your first simulation reward, choose one of the following:
Sword (White Quality, Level 25)
Shield (White Quality, Level 25)
Mana Stones (10 total, of varied levels from the monsters you carried when you died) ]
Sword Using experience (4 years. novice level) ]
Orin let out a long breath.
He was disappointed.
In the simulation, he hadn't even reached Level 31. He had trained, fought, and endured for years, only to die at thirty-six, just one step away from the next stage of power.
But it was only a simulation.
That thought brought him a sense of relief—strangely hollow, but comforting nonetheless. He was alive, still ten years old, and with a second chance no one else had.
His brows furrowed as he recalled the experience. The Orin inside the simulation hadn't known it was a simulation. He had acted on instinct and memory, but never once doubted the reality around him.
"This time… he didn't believe," Orin muttered. "But next time, he will."
If the simulated version of him retained enough memory to question his reality, then maybe—just maybe—he could begin to shape the simulation deliberately. Make plans. Change his fate. Find a better way to grow.
He turned his attention back to the reward panel. Three options. His eyes narrowed in thought.
'Mana stones are useless to me,' he reasoned. 'Even if they're expensive, I can't use them. And selling them would only raise suspicion—I'm just an orphan. No one would believe I came by them legally. They'd probably think I stole them.'
With that, he mentally eliminated the third option.
That left the sword and the shield.
'A shield is good for defense… but I'll need to be able to fight. Offense is the best defense in a portal. I should pick the sword—it'll be more useful when I eventually start diving.'
His mind made up, Orin reached out and selected the sword.
A faint glow shimmered in front of him, and a moment later, a longsword materialized in midair and dropped with a solid, heavy thud onto the floorboards.
It was beautiful, but brutal in its design—polished steel with a dark-gray hilt, wrapped in leather worn from imagined years of use. There was no magic glow, no fancy engraving—just cold, weighted steel.
And it was heavy. Incredibly heavy.
A normal ten-year-old, even an adult without training, wouldn't have been able to lift it—not because of any magical restriction, but simply because of its sheer weight and density.
The sword's listed level was 25—meaning it was designed for someone who had already reached Level 25 in their class.
But Orin, without a class or a single level to his name, reached down and grasped the hilt.
The sword rose effortlessly in his grip.
It was perfectly balanced—not because the sword was light, but because he was strong.
Orin blinked in awe. His body… it had inherited the strength of his simulated self—a Level 30 Swordsman. Just without the mana.
His moment of triumph was cut short when he tried to recall the sword techniques his simulated self had learned—slashes, stances, footwork. But there was… nothing. Just instinctual, raw strength. No refined skills.
He suddenly thought something causing his heart to sank after imagining causes of it.
"System," Orin asked carefully, "why didn't I get the Swordsman skills option from the simulation?"
A soft chime echoed in his mind, followed by the system's cold response:
[Answer: Due to Black Talent 'Mortal Body Accession', the host is unable to access most skills, as they rely on extraordinary energy—namely mana. Only physical traits and changes directly affecting the body are transferred.]
Orin froze.
That meant no sword techniques. No magic. No skills that relied on energy.
"But… then," he asked, panic creeping into his voice, "will I not get any skills?"
[Answer: Host can only acquire talents that are converted into genetic changes. This compatibility is only possible due to the mutual adaptation between the Life Simulator and the Black Talent. ]
Orin's mouth went dry.
'If that adaptation hadn't happened…'
He didn't finish the thought. He didn't want to.
He silently stared at the sword in his hand. Heavy, cold, and unyielding. Just like the path ahead of him.
With a quiet resolve, he hid the weapon under the loose floorboard beneath his bed. It was a well-known truth in every part of this world:
"Having a treasure without the strength to protect it is a crime."
And Orin was not yet strong enough to protect anything.
But he would be.
One simulation at a time.