Enochia stared at the glowing screen, her lips curling upward into a smile as a bead of sweat traced down the side of her face. Shock rippled through her so violently she almost forgot how to breathe. Everything she expected to see and everything she should have seen were wrong.
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STATUS:
Name: Enochia Adams?????? Title: N/A
Level: 1???????????? EXP: 0 / 1,000
HP: 1,250 / 1,250
MANA: 3,300 / 3,300
STR: 5?? AGI: 8?? VIT: 25
FAI: 110??LCK: 13??DEF: 0
[ EXP ????????????????????? ] 0 %
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“What the fuck is this?”
Her stats… They weren’t new. They weren’t even weakened. They were the exact same numbers she had when she was alive. But somehow, she now found herself labeled as a Level 1, despite keeping all the stat allocations of a Saint-in-training.
“How… how can I be Level 1?” she muttered, leaning closer to the window. “How do I have the same stats? What kind of system bug is this—”
Before she could spiral, another message began to form.
[You retained everything that defined you, Enochia. Your strength, your faith, your potential, these were never tied to your mortality, but to your soul and me. But your journey here begins anew. Do not forget what I told best describes your situation. You have only changed locations.]
She stared at the message, then at the status page, then at her hands, her new, armored hands, and felt a complex cocktail of indignation, confusion, and grudging awe.
“…This feels illegal,” she muttered. After another moment she exhaled, narrowing her eyes at her new stat window. “That actually works in my favor, but I see my title is gone too...”
She clicked her tongue. “Perfect. Just perfect. But whatever… I’ll get a new one soon enough. I just need a quest.” Her gaze lifted slightly. “Roo, isn’t that how it worked? Titles were connected to each person through their angel. They were pre-assigned, right? So why the hell did I even lose my old one?”
[There is far more for you to learn, Enochia. But for now, do not fret over this. You will understand soon.]
Enochia clicked her tongue again, but the spell Roo had cast on her earlier radiated through her bloodstream and calmed her down. The tension in her shoulders eased further. Her heartbeat steadied. She hated the sensation, but she wasn’t stupid enough to reject it. She needed focus now. Desperately.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Then… Skills.”
The next screen appeared and her stomach sank.
It was empty… Completely empty.
A tall vertical list of five sections, each one representing a grade of magic had appeared in front of her. All five tiers were blank, each slot empty, as if she had never cast a spell in her life.
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SKILLS:
Grade 5 Magic: — — — — — — — — — —
Grade 4 Magic: — — — — — — — — — —
Grade 3 Magic: — — — — — — — — — —
Grade 2 Magic: — — — — — — — — — —
Grade 1 Magic: — — — — — — — — — —
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Her eye twitched violently.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.” She rubbed her temples. “Blank... I had a lot of Grade five spells… and three Grade four…” She leaned closer, scowling.
But then her gaze shot upward, stopping at one lone entry sitting above all five categories.
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Chains of Nebuchadnezzar (Lv. 1 — Signature Ability)
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Enochia let out a long, exhausted sigh. “Annoying… but expected.” She reached out and expanded the ability window, half-hoping something had changed, but deep down knowing better. Signature skills didn’t evolve with skill points or practice. They evolved only with levels.
Meaning that now that she was technically Level one… her ability had dropped back down to its first form.
Still, even its first form was absurdly broken. The expanded window opened:
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Chains of Nebuchadnezzar (Lv. 1 — Signature Ability)
Cost: 0 Mana??Cooldown: None
? The user can summon and control an infinite number of chains within a 100 m radius.
? Each chain has HP equal to (FAI × 10) and counts as a holy construct (immune to damage over time effects).
? Chains can bind, defend, intercept, or attack simultaneously, each reacting to the user’s will.
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Enochia dragged a hand down her face. “God above… I miss being level one-thirty already.”
Her eyes sharpened again. “…Fine. No big deal. Whatever. I’ll level up again.” She clenched her new, armored hand into a fist.
“I’m getting out of Hell.”
[New Quest Added]
Enochia raised a brow as another translucent window materialized in front of her. “A quest?” she muttered. “Right… I should probably check the rest of the system before I run off.”
She exhaled through her nose and called out, “Quests.”
QUEST LOG:
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QUEST 1 — Initiation
Category: System Familiarization
Objective:
Explore and interact with the System to understand its baseline features and functions. Progress is measured by engagement and discovery.
Progress: 30%
Reward:
? 3 Windcharges
? 1,000 XP
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QUEST 2 — Hell’s Welcome
Category: Combat / High-Risk
Objective:
Eliminate 100 Hellspawn roaming your current layer.
Progress: 0 / 100
Reward:
? Permanent Passive Miracle
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? Unique Title
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QUEST 3 — Return to Strength
Category: Growth / Long-Term
Objective:
Reach Level 130.
Progress: 1 / 130
Reward:
? Title: Glorious
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QUEST 4 — Break the Chains
Category: Unknown
Objective:
Escape Hell.
Sub-objectives, environmental requirements, and success parameters remain obscured.
Progress remains unknown until certain conditions are met.
Progress: ???%
Reward:
? ???
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QUEST 5 — ███████████████
Category: █████
Objective:
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Additional details inaccessible.
Requirements sealed.
Progress: ███%
Reward:
? ??????
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Enochia let out a delighted laugh, slapping the side of the quest window with the back of her hand. “Holy fuck! Roo, you treat me too well! For a second you almost got me to forget I’m in goddamn Hell!” She waited for a response, but nothing appeared. Not even a polite system beep. Roo stayed completely silent. Enochia shrugged, already too absorbed in the quests to care.
“Okay, okay, so I can get my old title back, thank God.” She grinned to herself. “I don’t know if a title even does anything down here, but on Earth? Oh, yeah. That’s gonna be strong as hell.”
She paused, her grin widening until it nearly split her face. “Ooooh, and the followers I’ll get when I come back from the dead? The media coverage?” She snorted, then broke into actual giggles. “Oh hehehe… okay, calm down, Chia—” She stopped. “Fuck, who made me say that. Enochia. Enochia.”
Focus. She needed focus. First quest, easy, nothing special. Explore the system. It made sense. She still didn’t know what a Windcharge was, but she didn’t care, the XP was what mattered, even if it wasn’t a lot.
Quest two barely made her blink. “Slay 100 hellspawn? Oh please. If they’re just imps or grunt types, that’s nothing.” Though one line grabbed her attention like a hook. “Permanent passive miracle…?” Her eyes narrowed.
From what she remembered, Miracles were rare. Every fifty levels, an angel awarded a person one Miracle, and it was a high-impact buff that lasted anywhere from one minute to twenty, cost zero mana, but had monstrous cooldowns. They were useful but situational. A permanent one? She whistled. “Okay… that’s broken as hell. Good. I deserve that.”
But it was the last two quests that made her focus up. “Roo, what the fuck is this supposed to be?” she snapped, jabbing a finger at the blacked-out quest 5 and the progress bar of literal question marks for Quest 4. “What even is this formatting? Am I not allowed to know?”
Again, no reply.
Enochia rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. “Right. Silent treatment. Love that for me.” She looked back at the quests, tapping her armored knuckle against the window. “Fine. Maybe I’ll unlock them later. Maybe there’s a level requirement.”
She leaned back on her heels, cracking her neck.
Either way, she’d find out soon.
Enochia dragged her eyes away from the quest window. “Alright… next.” She straightened her posture, flicked her hand through the air, and commanded, “Miracles.
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MIRACLES:
Active Miracles:
— — — — —
Passive Miracles:
— — — — —
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She stared at the blank list for a full two seconds.
“…Yeah,” she muttered dryly. “Figures.”
Nothing. She rubbed her forehead again, already exhausted by the sheer emptiness of her menus.
She flicked the window away with an annoyed swipe. “Fine. Inventory.”
This time, at least, the system tried to look professional. A large panel unfolded, perfectly organized… and completely barren.
INVENTORY:
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? Head: —
? Chest: —
? Legs: —
? Boots: —
? Gloves: —
? Accessory 1: —
? Accessory 2: —
? Relic Slot: —
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Equipment
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Weapons
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Consumables
? Healing Items: —
? Mana Items: —
? Throwables: —
? Special: —
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Materials
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Blueprints
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Miscellaneous
? Quest Items: —
? Key Items: —
? Unknown Objects: —
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Enochia’s face went completely blank. She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.
“…Wow,” she whispered. “Look at all this… absolutely NOTHING.”
Then she lifted a hand and jabbed an accusatory finger at the screen. “What the hell am I looking at? What is a blueprint? Why do I even have a blueprint tab?”
She flicked her eyes upward, addressing the air like Roo was standing there in person.
“Roo? Explanation, please. Blueprint? What does this even mean?”
Silence.
Enochia blinked, slowly. Then let out a long exhale through her nose. “Oh. So that’s how it is. You talk to me like a person, calm me down, guide me, dump a bomb on me and now you go quiet? Really?”
Enochia snorted, half-annoyed. “This silent ex energy? Getting old fast.” She shook her head, laughing under her breath. “You can’t act human and then just shaddap. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.”
She glared at the blueprint slot again, then rubbed her temples. “Okay… blueprint, blueprint… why is that ringing a damn bell?”
She paced once, twice, then froze mid-step as her memory finally slapped her.
“Oh, wait—WAIT.” She leaned forward, eyes widening. “No shot. No actual shot.”
Because now she remembered.
There were people, extremely few who received blueprints from the system. The rarest breed of Saints in existence. So rare she could say each one’s name as there were only twenty across the entire planet.
People who could craft relics. Weapons. Constructs. Miracles you could hold in your hands.
If she could…
“No,” she muttered instantly, slapping the thought down. “Nope. Not hyping myself up. I refuse. I’m in Hell, not a luxury spa. You don’t get premium DLCs in Hell.”
She paused. “…But I hope I’m wrong.”
Enochia placed a hand against her chin, exhaling through her teeth as she dismissed the inventory window and summoned Quest 1 instead.
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QUEST 1 — Initiation
Category: System Familiarization
Objective:
Explore and interact with the System to understand its baseline features and functions. Progress is measured by engagement and discovery.
Progress: 50%
Reward:
? 3 Windcharges
? 1,000 XP
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She narrowed her eyes at the updated percentage, her brows pinching together. “Fifty percent? What the hell counts as exploration then…?” Her mind churned, combing through memories of her old system.
“Were there… more parts than Status, Skills, Quests…? Miracles, Inventory…? No, that was it. Right? Wasn’t it?” A muscle in her cheek twitched. “Damn it, is my memory actually foggy? Am I missing pieces? I swear there weren’t more than this.” She counted silently, tapping her armored knuckle against her temple. “Five missing features? That can’t be right—”
And then, finally, Roo decided to speak.
[The transference of your soul into another realm may have shaken segments of your memory. What you recalled on Earth was only the functional half of your system. The remainder of the system exists, but remains dormant. They may be activated upon command.]
Enochia froze. “…What remainder?”
Five new lines slowly wrote themselves onto the menu.
[Map]
[Shop]
[Titles]
[Demonery]
[Race]
She stared.
“…No. Nope. Absolutely not.” She jabbed a finger at the air. “There is NO WAY these were here before. Roo, I’m smart. You can’t just drop five new system functions on my face and pretend I forgot about them. You’re lame as hell for even trying to trick me, asshole.”
Still grumbling to herself, she pointed at the first tab. “Fine. Whatever. Map. That one’s self-explanatory.”
A tiny green dot glowed in the center of a pitch-black rectangle. The hallway she was standing in appeared as nothing but an empty box… with three lonely grey dots near the walls.
“…Wow,” she muttered. “Incredible. Riveting. Peak cartography. Who designed this, a toddler?” She squinted, noticing the empty abyss beyond the room. “Okay. So it reveals more when I explore. Makes sense. Still ugly, though.”
Next.
“Shop,” she commanded.
[Requirement Not Met: Shop unlocks at Level 30.]
Enochia blinked, then groaned, dragging both hands down her face. “Bro. BRO. Are you for real? I’m Level 1. Roo, that’s like telling a toddler they can borrow the car in two decades.”
She pouted for a full two seconds. Then sighed. “Ughhhh. Whatever. Next.”
“TITLES!”
The window popped up instantly.
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TITLES:
Equipped Slots: 0 / 1
Available Titles: —
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“All right, by the fact that I can have two titles, that I know of for now, this makes sense to have. I hope you can learn to spoil me with them, OR oh, oh how about you allow me to equip two at the same time?” She got no response to that, of course.
Now came the two she didn’t understand at all. She hovered her hand hesitantly over the next label. “…Demonery,” she read aloud.
