"In a world where value is measured in levels and stats, what if you had none at all?"



Among trillions of planets and countless intelligent races, the System governs everything—classes, levels, life, and death. Power is data. Worth is numbers. And those unregistered by the System... simply don’t exist.

Kael Virdane, the ninth and youngest child of a low-ranked noble house, was born with no class, no level, and no future. Overshadowed by his powerful siblings, especially his long-lost brother who vanished after a family feud, Kael lives quietly, harboring no dreams of heroism—only a faint desire to survive.

But when a rogue dungeon appears near his home, and Kael walks out of it alive, everything changes. The System can't detect his actions. His growth defies logic. And worse—he begins to draw the attention of forces that should not exist.

As noble families rise and fall, kingdoms go to war, and even planets clash in galactic-scale conflict, Kael becomes an anomaly—a threat to the foundation of reality itself.

Yet despite the women drawn to him, the allies he finds among rejected races, and the monsters he must face, Kael holds to one truth:

> “I don't want to save the world... I just want to be left alone.”

Not by choice, but because every time I closed my eyes, they came.


Eyes without bodies. Whispers without mouths. A presence that didn't breathe but pressed into my skin like wet cloth. And among them, a single sentence kept echoing.


And then a system panel appeared above me again—brief, broken, like static in the stars.


[SYSTEM NOTICE: Core Access Breach Detected]


Update: Trait Acquired – [Whisper Sensitivity]


Effect: Enables perception of pre-systemic entities


I screamed when I woke. My mother came immediately, calming me with herbal tea and lullabies from the southern forests. She didn't ask questions. She never did.


The next morning, the house was on edge.


Servants whispered. Guards shifted. Father did not appear for the morning council. And a strange visitor came by skycarriage—a man dressed in obsidian armor, flanked by two soldiers with symbol-less cloaks.


My older brother Sylend watched them from the upper balcony. His Solar Knight class shimmered in the light.


Traits: [Radiant Strike], [Solar Mantle], [Commanding Presence]


He looked down at me for a moment. Not cruel. Not kind. Just... measuring.


> "The null child reacts to celestial anomalies," the obsidian man said to the council. "You know what that implies."


He wasn't talking to me. He wasn't even talking about me, not really.


They were talking about something else.


That night, the dream came again. Only this time, I was not alone. A second presence floated beside me, silent and vast.


> "We remember the ones who were erased."


And below that voice, the system trembled.


Warning: External force observing system-bound world


I woke with tears, clutching my blanket.


Something ancient was watching. And it had started whispering my name.


Chapter 4 - Chapter 3 – The One Who Watches