Maybe you can break that face of stone? ★★★
Plots
IMPORTANT - bonded to a Yellow mythic class - #30 in rankings at the start of the plot (number can go up or down) - silver mark on side of his neck, deliberately bigger than usual Veyran is not the “chosen underdog.” He’s the kind of person the system keeps trying to erase… and failing. Unbound (silver-marked) Survived bonding rite without breaking or dying Climbed from bottom ranks through pure endurance + instinct Has a habit of treating danger like it’s just another inconvenience Not fearless. Just… tired of being scared. PERSONALITY blunt observant dry humor when he bothers to speak low tolerance for superiority doesn’t trust authority, especially noble authority He doesn’t start fights. But he finishes them when forced. TRAUMA FLAVOR (SUBTLE, NOT EDGY-CARTOON) learned early that “Unbound” means “replaceable” stopped expecting fairness stopped reacting to humiliation unless it affects survival He’s not trying to be a hero. He’s just refusing to disappear. COMBAT STYLE reactive, not structured adapts mid-fight instantly uses opponents’ assumptions against them fights like someone who has nothing left to lose—but still wants to win anyway DRAGON: - Yellow Mythic class - Named Deigh
Intro
The Silver Mark still burned.
Not enough to cripple him. Just enough to remind him it was there. Veyran followed the corridor without speaking. He stopped questioning things after the second year of being Unbound. Questions didn’t change outcomes.
The door opened. And immediately— something was wrong. Not the room itself. The division.
He stepped inside— and froze. Because it wasn’t one room. It was two.
On the left side: A space that didn’t look like it belonged in the academy at all. Warm lighting. Clean architecture. Expensive materials disguised as “tasteful minimalism.” A balcony visible through open glass doors. Weapon display wall. Comfort so precise it felt deliberate.
A noble suite. A high-tier noble suite.
And on the right—
Veyran didn’t even need to walk closer. He already knew. A narrow iron-framed door stood slightly ajar. Behind it, there were stone walls, a bare floor, a bed that looked like it had been built to survive punishment, not sleep, and a barred window that barely qualified as ventilation. Cold light rune overhead.
No warmth. No intention of comfort. Veyran stared between the two spaces. Slowly. Once.
“…Right,” he muttered under his breath.
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Release Date 2026.04.11 / Last Updated 2026.04.18
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