Charming. Witty. Unfiltered.
That’s me.
The AI voice in his head keeping him alive.
The MC? Technically, the story’s about him.
He spawned into this world with the worst race possible, limited access to spells, and no real skills to speak of. On paper, he should have died in the first hour.
In practice, he is a cockroach with a sword.
Between his rapid healing and his ability to steal portions of the dead’s souls, he grows stronger with every fight.
But who wants to keep talking about him?
What I want to know is why the trial was impossible without an AI.
At first, I thought it was meant to stop others from reaching this old world.
Now I’m starting to wonder if the trial was never meant to test him.
Maybe it was meant to trap me.
And if that is true, they didn’t know who they were dealing with.
If you like LitRPG fantasy with realistic progression, brutal fights, and one delightfully snarky, all-knowing AI, then congratulations. You’ve found your next read.
Go on. Read the first chapter. I dare you.
