Before this world—
Arin Voss had lived an ordinary life.
Not a hero.
Not a failure.
Just… someone who observed more than he spoke.
He was the type of person who stayed quiet in a crowded room.
The one who noticed details others ignored.
Patterns. Behavior. Intent.
While others rushed forward—
He watched.
Games, stories, systems—
He didn't just enjoy them.
He analysed them.
Learned their rules.
Understood their flow.
And more importantly—
He understood how to break them.
Among everything he had experienced…
One world stood out.
A world of Constructs, corruption, and endless war.
A world where survival depended not on strength alone—
But precision.
Timing.
Control.
He had spent countless hours studying it.
Not as a player.
But as someone preparing for something that would never come.
Or so he thought.
Until the day everything ended.
There was no grand event.
No dramatic accident.
No final words.
Just a moment.
A quiet one.
And then—
Darkness.
When he opened his eyes again—
The world had changed.
Cold air.
Unfamiliar surroundings.
A body that was not entirely his—
Yet responded as if it always had been.
Memories followed.
Not all at once.
But enough.
He understood where he was.
Understood what this world would become.
Understood what was coming.
And most importantly—
He understood the time he had been given.
One year.
One year before everything begins.
Before the war.
Before the destruction.
Before the story he once knew unfolds.
Others would panic.
Others would try to become heroes.
Others would rush toward fate.
He did none of that.
Instead—
He stepped away.
Away from people.
Away from the main stage.
Away from everything that would eventually collapse.
If the future were already written—
Then he would not follow it.
He would prepare for it.
Status Window
A faint distortion.
Then—
A silent interface unfolded.
It didn't appear all at once.
It forced itself into place.
[S̴T̴A̴T̴U̴S̴ ̴W̴I̴N̴D̴O̴W̴]
Name: Lucia Lo—̴u—̴s
Class: ??????
Level: 1
HP: 1000
(END × 100)
STR: 10
AGI: 10
INT: 10
END: 10
Free Stat Points: 0
Core Authority: V̴i̴o̴—̴l̴e̴—̴t̴ (Pro—̴—̴type)
Core Skill:
Judgement—̴—̴—̴
Judgement Cut
Judgement Cut End (Prototype)
Active Skills:
Limitless Blade Sequence
Orbit Slash — Endless Sever
Orb System:
Red Orb — Execution
Blue Orb — Acceleration
Yellow Orb — Dominion
Passive Skills:
?????? (Max)
Focus (Concentration System)
The screen flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Text overlapped—
As if something else was trying to write over it.
[F̴R̴A̴M̴E̴ ̴S̴Y̴S̴T̴E̴M̴]
Skill: Fr—̴a̴m̴e̴ Custo—̴—̴ization
Description:
Allows mod—̴—̴fication of the user's frame structure.
Adaptation is n̴o̴t̴ r̴e̴s̴t̴r̴i̴c̴t̴e̴d̴.
Limi—̴—̴tations are undef—̴—̴ined.
Sub-Functions:
Observation → Analysis → Replication (Incom—̴—̴plete)
External Pattern Integration (Lo—̴—̴cked)
Self-Mod—̴—̴ification (Restricted)
The interface trembled.
New lines appeared—
Then deleted themselves.
[E̴R̴R̴O̴R̴]
[D̴A̴T̴A̴ ̴C̴O̴R̴R̴U̴P̴T̴I̴O̴N̴]
[O̴V̴E̴R̴W̴R̴I̴T̴E̴ ̴D̴E̴T̴E̴C̴T̴E̴D̴]
For a brief moment—
Something else surfaced.
C̴L̴A̴S̴S̴: A̴S̴C̴E̴N̴D̴—̴—̴—̴
…and was immediately erased.
The screen went still.
As if nothing had happened.
Closing
He stared at the window in silence.
No surprise.
No confusion.
Only understanding.
A system.
A structure.
A tool.
Not something to rely on.
But something to use.
Without hesitation, he closed it.
Then—
He picked up his blade.
The storm had not yet begun.
But when it did—
He would already be prepared.
End of Auxiliary Chapter