Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting the room gold. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, glimmering like tiny stars.
Leon sat at the edge of his bed, still half-wrapped in a faint ache from training. But today, that pain didn't bother him. His mind was elsewhere on something far more thrilling.
He stared at the two translucent windows hovering before him.
The two systems.
Each one pulsing faintly like a heartbeat, each carrying the faint trace of power.
One bore his current name — Leon Solheim.
The other shimmered faintly with a different one, a name from a life long gone.
Han Jaeho.
Even after all this time, seeing it still made his chest tighten.
He took a slow breath. "If both systems are real… does that mean both can grow?"
His eyes flicked toward the blank slot labeled CLASS on each window.
In the game, players could select a class at the beginning — warrior, knight, mage, assassin, archer, and so on. Each one carved a different path of strength.
But here, there was no convenient menu screen or tutorial.
He had no idea how to trigger it.
So he tried the obvious.
"Open… class menu?" he said aloud.
Nothing.
He frowned. "Select class?"
Still nothing.
After a moment of thought, he sighed and did the only thing that made sense — he reached forward and tapped the glowing panel where the word "CLASS" flickered faintly.
The moment his finger touched it—
A blinding light exploded.
It swallowed the room, turning everything into pure white. He threw up an arm, eyes squeezed shut.
When the light faded, three glowing cards floated before him — each radiating an aura that felt alive.
He could hear faint whispers coming from them.
The first card shimmered in silver and blue — Holy Knight.
The second glowed with fiery orange — Battle Monk.
But the third…
The third was pitch black, edges burning with faint crimson light.
Its name shimmered like ink in water.
Dark Knight.
Leon's breath caught.
In the game, that was one of the rarest hybrid classes — a warrior that fought with both sword and shadow, fueled by sacrifice and willpower.
It was said that Dark Knights wielded the power of destruction itself, but paid for it with their life force.
He reached out, unable to resist.
The moment his fingertip touched the card
The world shifted.
He stood in the middle of a battlefield.
The stench of blood and steel hung in the air. The ground beneath him was littered with the corpses of monsters — grotesque things with twisted limbs and lifeless eyes.
A cold wind howled, carrying with it the metallic tang of death.
And then — he saw him.
A knight stood amidst the carnage, clad in black armor that drank the light around it.
His sword dripped crimson, his cape torn and soaked. His armor bore countless dents and cuts, yet his posture never wavered.
The man slowly turned his head toward Leon.
Their eyes met — and for an instant, Leon felt as though the world stopped breathing.
Behind that visor, he saw not malice… but resolve.
A burning will that refused to die, no matter how broken the body became.
And just as suddenly as it came, the vision shattered.
Leon gasped and blinked, finding himself back in his room, drenched in cold sweat.
The Dark Knight class icon now pulsed in his system, glowing faintly beside his name.
Strength, endurance, vitality — all had increased. He could feel it, like a new fire ignited inside his veins.
But when he looked at the other system — the one named Han Jaeho — it remained blank.
No class selected.
He tilted his head. "Wait… what if—"
A spark of curiosity lit up in him.
What if both systems can have different classes?
The thought made his heart race. If true, it would mean double the potential — two paths of growth, two ways to become stronger.
Without hesitation, he reached out to the second system and tapped the same CLASS field.
Again, the world burst into light — but this time, it was blue.
The air shimmered like ripples on water. When his vision adjusted, three more cards floated before him, each humming with an ancient energy.
The first glowed golden — Cleric.
The second pulsed crimson — Battle Mage.
But the third one…
The third glowed a deep sapphire, faint arcs of mana swirling around it.
Sorcerer.
Leon's heart pounded.
Unlike the common mages who specialized in a single element, Sorcerers were scholars of the arcane — manipulators of reality itself.
It was a class of control, intellect, and pure magical finesse.
He reached toward it.
The moment he touched the card, the world changed once more.
He was standing in a vast library.
Endless shelves stretched beyond sight, filled with books that glowed faintly under floating orbs of light. Dust danced in the air like snowflakes.
At the center of it all sat an old man in deep blue robes, his beard long and white, his eyes reflecting centuries of wisdom.
He dipped a quill into ink, writing slowly across a parchment that shimmered with runes.
Leon stepped forward, the sound of his boots echoing faintly on marble floors.
The man didn't look up, but his voice resonated in the air like a spell itself.
"To seek knowledge is to wield power.
But to wield power… is to bear consequence.
Remember that, young seeker."
Before Leon could speak, the vision faded — and he was back in his room once more, panting softly.
This time, the second system glowed brightly.
The Sorcerer class had been chosen.
Leon stared at the twin systems floating before him, both pulsing faintly — one dark, one blue.
Two paths. Two destinies.
Both his.
He let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. "Two systems… two classes."
He had expected the second class to simply mirror the first — maybe both would become Dark Knights, or one would overwrite the other.
But no. They were independent.
His Dark Knight system radiated physical might — muscles feeling denser, strength more defined.
His Sorcerer system hummed like a storm beneath his skin, mana surging in invisible waves.
The balance between the two felt… exhilarating.
He clenched his fists, and faint sparks of energy rippled through the air — half black, half blue, intertwining like shadow and flame.
He smiled, the corners of his lips curving with quiet awe.
"I'm no longer bound by the game's rules…"
He looked at both system windows, eyes reflecting their twin glows.
"…I can create my own."
The sunlight flickered across his face as the systems faded from sight.
Outside, the faint sound of training swords clashing drifted in through the open window.
He stood, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his bare feet.
The world outside still thought of him as the fragile young master of the Solheim family.
But soon… they'd see the truth.
Two souls.
Two systems.
Two paths converging into one impossible destiny.
Leon clenched his hand, feeling both the weight of his sword and the pulse of magic flow through him.
"Dark Knight… and Sorcerer," he whispered. "Let's see how far we can go."
And as the wind stirred through the curtains, both systems flickered faintly — as if acknowledging his resolve.