"Gosh... I don't know why, but I feel like this isn't where I belong," said a young man. He was twenty-nine years old, with no achievements to his name — no wife, no fiancée, just a lonely, sad man drowning in debt.
"All I have is this novel. I just wish that when I die, it will be painless," he muttered, staring into the distance as he prepared to cross the road.
But fate had other plans. The traffic light turned red, and the moment he tried to accelerate across the crosswalk, a speeding car struck him. Before he could even process what had happened, his vision blurred — and then, he died.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was disturbing: a glowing system interface floating in front of him.
[System Booting…]
[Assimilating with Host…]
[Starting…]
Name: Ash Kelvin
Age: 2
Level: 1
Health: 100/100
STR: 4 SPD: 4
DEF: 5 ATK: 10
MANA: ---
Talent: ---
Affinity: ---
Skills: Fire Dragon Swordsmanship (E) [Upgradable]
Overall: Stronger than any other 2-year-old of his generation.
"Ash Kelvin… Ash Kelvin… wait, isn't that the name of the genius son of the Kingdom of Slañ?" he whispered, his thoughts racing as he tried to recall the fate
of that character.