Myuk pushed himself off the cold stone floor, the chill biting at his skin as he steadied himself. The warrior walked toward him, a predatory grin stretching across his face, but Myuk felt different—transformed. His hair fell over his eyes, casting a shadow that concealed the fire ignited within him. The echoes of his past had melded with his present, forging a new resolve that pulsed through his veins like electricity.


    As he focused, a translucent screen flickered into existence before him, glowing with ethereal light.


    The warrior, sensing the shift in the air, charged forward with a wild laugh that reverberated through the dungeon. “Hurry up and die, you bug!”


    Myuk’s heart beat steadily as he prepared himself. He felt the weight of every moment that had led him to this point—every bruise, every insult, every tear shed in silence. He whispered softly, “Accept,” and in that instant, he vanished.


    The world around him blurred, and he reappeared behind the warrior, who was caught off guard. As Myuk materialized, it felt as if time itself had bent to his will, allowing him to slip between the folds of reality. The sensation was exhilarating—a rush of power that sent a shiver down his spine. He reached out, his fist hovering just above the warrior’s back, and with calm determination, he proclaimed, “Crushing Blow.”


    In that moment, his fist ignited with a brilliant purple light, radiating a raw energy that felt almost sentient. The impact was instantaneous, a collision of power that sent shockwaves through the air. The warrior’s wild grin faltered, his eyes widening in shock as Myuk’s fist drove into his back with the force of a hurricane. The warrior was propelled forward, his body flying through the dungeon like a ragdoll, crashing against the cold stone wall with a sickening thud.


    Myuk stood there, breathless, as he watched the warrior crumple to the ground, lifeless. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. Myuk felt an unsettling emptiness. He had taken a life, and yet the weight of it did not crush him as he had expected. Instead, it felt like a release—a breaking of chains that had bound him for far too long.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    As he turned away from the lifeless corpse, a flurry of translucent screens erupted around him, each one announcing his victory in a chorus of bright letters. “Level Up!” flashed repeatedly, each notification a reminder of his growth, of the power he had unlocked within himself. He felt the energy surging through him, a palpable force that promised even greater strength and abilities.


    The power coursed through his veins, hot and untamed, as if his very blood had been replaced by raw energy. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that drowned out the echoes of his past pain. For the first time, he felt in control—strong, unstoppable. The fear that had once gripped him was gone, replaced by a cold, steely resolve.


    As the final screen flickered and disappeared, Myuk looked down at his hands, still crackling with the remnants of energy. This was only the beginning. The power he had tasted tonight was a mere shadow of what he could achieve—and he would stop at nothing to claim it all. The path ahead was clear, and he was ready to walk it, no matter the cost.


    With a thought, Myuk summoned his status screen, eager to see the results of his victory. The translucent screen appeared before him, glowing softly in the dim light of the dungeon.


    Status Window:


    Name: Myuk


    Level: 5


    HP: 250/250


    Mana: 150/150


    Attack: 25


    Defense: 20


    Agility: 35


    Skills:


    ? Mimicry (Lv. 1) Ability to imitate or replicate a trait, behavior, or characteristic of another being.


    (Skills Acquired: 2/3)


    ? Crushing Blow: A powerful punch that channels immense strength into a single, devastating attack.


    ? Flash Step: Allows the user to instantly move to a nearby location, almost as if slipping between the folds of reality.


    Myuk’s eyes lingered on his new stats and skills, a satisfied smirk creeping across his face. The journey had just begun, and with every step, he was becoming something more—something greater. He closed the screen and turned toward the shadows, ready to embrace the path that lay ahead.