> "I don't want to die. Not like this… Not so easily!"
"Why is it always me…? Why am I the only one going through this?!"
"Uwaah…! Someone! Anyone—please help me!"
"I need to get out of here before that demon get me I need to run I can bear it any more.
"How miserable... Being tormented, mocked, looked down on. Is that fun for you?! You damn demon!"
"But I won't give up. Even if the world laughs at me, even if this damned world abandons me… I have no choice but to move forward."
CLANG!! BOOM!!
"AGHH! It hurts—it hurts! Aghhh!!"
"That attack… it reached the floor?! The entire ground is breaking apart!"
"No… I'm not done yet! I'll definitely become a top-tier Raider. Nothing has even started yet… even though it's about to begin!"
DING!
You have died.
Enternal Revival has been activated.
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One day, a Tower appeared.
Not just one—hundreds. Towering structures that broke through the clouds, emerging across every continent. Mysterious, alien, and full of danger.
They defied understanding.
No one knew why they appeared, or who created them. But from that moment on, the world changed.
The laws of nature bent inside them. Magic, monsters, dungeons—everything we once believed to be fantasy became real.
Each Tower was its own world. Time passed differently inside. Gravity, logic, even death—none of it followed Earth's rules.
And the most shocking part of it all?
Inside those Towers were unimaginable riches—magic stones, skill shards, enchanted relics lost to time. Items powerful enough to change a person's life—or a nation's future.
And so, humanity adapted.
We called those who dared to enter and challenge the Towers: Raiders.
Powerful. Fearless. Idolized.
They were the new elite—heroes, warriors, celebrities. Entire empires formed around them. Guilds, corporations, and governments fought to recruit the strongest ones.
Why wouldn't they?
One strong Raider could shift the balance of power.
But the reward came with high risk.
Because once you stepped inside the Tower…
Death on the towers was real death in reality.
No retries.
No save points.
Just silence.
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Well… except for me.
> Your death has been confirmed.
Skill: Eternal Revival has been activated.
You will revive in 10 seconds.
Again. And again.
And again.
I've died more times than I can count trying to conquer the tower.
But I'm still here.
My name is Krai Andrey.
I'm a low-tier Raider.
No, maybe even that's too generous. I'm closer to a failure.
I don't have fans. I don't get sponsors. No one bets on me in the raid circuits. Most people just avoid me like a walking curse.
And honestly?
I can't blame them.
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I wasn't always like this.
After graduating high school, I left the orphanage with my older sister. We stuck together, hoping for a better life.
We worked part-time jobs, scraping together coins just to pay rent. We ate noodles five days a week, shared hand-me-down coats in winter, and laughed about the future like it was something we could touch.
And then… the Towers came.
People around us started awakening. Some overnight. Random. Unfair. A guy who never studied awakened as a rare-class mage. A drunk at a convenience store got a legendary skill.
We believed that maybe… just maybe… we'd be chosen too.
Every day, I hoped.
Every day, I searched.
From black markets to auction halls. From ruins to alley fights.
I tried anything that might trigger an awakening. Fought thugs. Inhaled dust from broken skill stones. Applied for illegal awakening trials.
But nothing.
Until one day… my sister awakened.
A rare combat class. Not just strong—dangerous. The kind of power that made guild scouts foam at the mouth.
She tried to comfort me.
Said we'd climb a Tower together one day.
That she'd protect me until I awakened too.
But I saw the truth in her eyes.
Pity.
And that hurt more than anything.
So I left nor because I was envy if her I didn't want to became a burden.
Cut off contact. Threw away my old number. Packed what little I had and disappeared into the Tower fringe zones.
I didn't want to weigh her down.
Didn't want her to look back.
She had wings now.
And me?
I had nothing.
Until the box.
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It was tucked under rubble, hidden in a collapsed transit zone near Tower #91. Just a black box—no markings, no warnings.
Inside… a single pill.
I didn't care what it was.
At that point, if it killed me, at least I'd know I tried everything.
I swallowed it.
> [Skill Acquired: Eternal Revival]
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At first, I thought it was a gift from the heavens.
My body glowed. System text danced before my eyes.
I finally had a skill. I finally had a future.
But the Tower doesn't give without taking.
> Skill: Eternal Revival
Effect: Revives you 10 seconds after death.
Penalty: Upon each use, one of your physical or mental attributes will be randomly reduced.
That's the curse.
Every time I come back… something gets chipped away.
My strength. My stamina. My resistance. Even my memory, once.
I'm breaking apart—bit by bit.
And yet…
I can't stop.
Because this is all I have.
I can't gain new skills like others.
I can't level up normally.
No rare class. No power boost. No destiny.
Just pain.
And a skill that refuses to let me rest.
To the world, I'm a joke.
A walking corpse.
A living checkpoint.
They call me the "Death Dummy."
But even so—
I'm still alive.
And that has to count for something.
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I don't have a team.
I don't have a sponsor.
I don't even have a decent weapon half the time.
All I have… is me, this cursed skill, and the stubborn will to try again.
The Tower laughs at people like me.
It crushes us under its weight.
Chews us up. Spits us out.
But no matter how many times I die…
I will stand back up and keep marching forward.
Because one day I make sure—
They'll remember my name.
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