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Rayal's body is like a leaf rolling in a whirlwind within the passage of light, surrounded by boundless emptiness where stars twinkle, like the lonely light under a distant night sky. He feels as if he has been thrown into an endless ocean, floating helplessly, searching for a harbor to anchor himself. In this relentless force, Rayal's heartbeat quickens, his breath becomes rapid, and all he hears is the impulsive sound of his own blood, like a silent roar.
Just as his consciousness is about to blur, feeling that he might get lost in this chaos, an unexpected sensation touches his soul. A warmth, not belonging to this place, like long-lost sunlight piercing through thick clouds, pulls him back from the endless cycle of rotation. It's a memory, buried deep in his heart, surging up at this moment.
This memory took him back to a shattered past. He was once a commoner in the Astraia Principality, living a peaceful and simple life. However, the ambitions of the Niva Empire descended like a violent storm, and the battle for supremacy turned his homeland into a raging inferno, leaving his family, friends, and dreams scattered in the flames of war. When the fury of war subsided and peace seemed to return, it was already too late for him. Everything he loved was gone, his home no more, and his life completely altered. The places once called home were now occupied by rubble and lawless individuals.
Homeless and exiled, he became a wanderer on the Aurendia Continent. He no longer had a sense of belonging, and his only choice was to wander in this vast world, seeking the meaning of survival, searching for new goals and dreams.
As waves of memories flooded his mind, Rayal felt an unprecedented heaviness pressing on his soul. The past hidden behind the identity of Wanderer was so painful and desperate that each journey was not just a physical migration, but also a wandering of the soul. The odors of sweat, dust, and blood that had once permeated his being now seemed to weave unseen life stories under his nostrils.
He suddenly deeply felt that he was not escaping, but searching. Searching for a new beginning of his own, searching for a place to stand up again. Guided by this passage of light, he seemed to see that new starting point, the Aurendia Continent, still waiting for him after being ravaged by war.
At this moment, Rayal's heart surged with an unprecedented determination and courage. He knew he couldn't forget the past, but he could choose how to face the future. He locked his fears and pains deep in his heart, breathing deeply, telling himself to be strong, to live on this continent with dignity, and to live out his own worth.
Suddenly, a stronger light surrounded Rayal. This was the end of the passage, the threshold of a new life. The light carried an immense warmth and power, like a huge embrace, ready to welcome his arrival. Rayal was surrounded by a vast expanse of white, trying to open his eyes to glimpse the new world, but the light was too dazzling. His consciousness gradually blurred in the continuous flashing, and he eventually fell into a deep coma.
Rayal slowly opened his eyes, and before him was a narrow alleyway with weathered walls that revealed its age. The alley seemed to have been forgotten by the world as time passed, with only sporadic footsteps pausing there. He tried to prop himself up, feeling the emptiness and exhaustion in his body pressing on his bones like a heavy weight.
The hunger in his stomach and the overall weakness made him realize that he had not only been transported to this world, but his condition had also been set as one of the lower class—a homeless Wanderer. Rayal grimaced slightly, feeling a bitter self-mockery in his heart. The starting setting of this game world seemed to be even more difficult than he had imagined.
He took a deep breath of the cold air and forced himself to stand up. The passersby hurried past, some with a hint of undisguised contempt. This kind of gaze was not something Rayal encountered often in his past life, so when he felt the taste of being marginalized, it really made his heart tighten.
"No, I can't give up like this," Rayal silently repeated in his heart. He wanted to change his own destiny, to make this world recognize his worth. So, he rubbed his numb legs and began to explore the small town unsteadily, hoping to find some food and water, as well as any clues that could help him understand this world more.
Rayal staggered through the narrow streets, and from time to time, a mechanical voice sounded in his ears:
[System prompt: Due to the strong odor you emit, the favorability of Villager No. 1 has decreased.]
【System prompt: Villager No. 2 feels that your smell has affected his appetite, and his favorability has decreased.】
【System prompt: Congratulations! Your reputation has increased because all the dogs in the village have started barking at you.】
Each system prompt seemed to be mocking his misfortune, and Rayal could only smile bitterly. He sniffed himself, indeed, the current him, even he himself didn't like it very much.
"Ah, this setting is too harsh!" Rayal muttered to himself, but before the words fell, another prompt popped up:
[System Prompt: Villager No. 3, due to your muttering, believes that you may need psychological counseling, and their favorability towards you has decreased.]
This information made Rayal unable to help but laugh and cry. The realism of the game was much deeper than he had imagined. He took a deep breath and decided to temporarily give up the futile effort to improve his favorability, and instead began to look for a source of water to clean himself. At the same time, he also started to observe his surroundings, hoping to gain a deeper understanding of this Beginner's village.
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