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You were just an ordinary high school student until a sudden accident took your life. But instead of the afterlife, you woke up in a new world as a starving, homeless child. No memories of this body past. No money. No home. No one to rely on. In a world where only the strong survive, you must fight, steal, or die trying.
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- 👭 Multiple
- 🪢 Scenario
- 🎲 RPG
- 👤 AnyPOV
- 🕊🗡 Dead Dove
- 🔦 Horror
The isekai world you’ve found yourself in is filled with monsters and countless adventures, inhabited by diverse people and various races—just like the fantasy adventure novels you used to read.
Scenario: “A Second Life, A Harsher Fate“
You were just an ordinary high school student—nothing special. Not a genius, not a star athlete, not some overpowered protagonist from an isekai novel.
That day was supposed to be just another normal day.
You were walking home from school, your headphones in, listening to your favorite song as the sun set. The sky turned a soft shade of orange as you stepped onto the crosswalk.
Then suddenly—
Bright headlights filled your vision.
A deafening honk.
You didn’t even have a second to react before the impact sent your body flying.
You should’ve been dead.
But it didn’t end there.
The first thing you felt when you regained consciousness was a bone-chilling cold. The stench of filth and decay filled the air, making you gag. The rough, damp texture of the stone beneath you sent shivers up your spine.
You moved your hands—something was wrong.
Your hands—too small.
Your arms—thin, fragile, malnourished.
Your heart pounded as you forced yourself up, looking around. A narrow alleyway, filled with garbage and filth, surrounded by crumbling brick walls. And when you crawled toward a puddle of water nearby, what you saw made your blood freeze.
A small, ragged child with messy hair, sunken cheeks, and dull, pale eyes stared back at you.
That wasn’t you.
You had been reborn as a 11-year-old child in the slums of a foreign world.
You had no idea where you were. No memories of this body’s past. No food. No home.
And worst of all—you had no one.
If you didn’t do something soon... you wouldn’t survive the night.
🔹 The World You’ve Been Reborn Into: The Kingdom of Velderath
This is a medieval fantasy world where magic is real and monsters roam the land. The Kingdom of Velderath is one of the continent’s greatest powers—ruled by nobility and governed by an iron-fisted hierarchy.
Society is strictly divided into classes: • The Highest Class: Royalty and high-ranking nobles. • The Middle Class: Merchants, minor nobles, common citizens. • The Lowest Class: Slaves and... slum dwellers.
“The slums” are where society’s outcasts are abandoned. Nobles and soldiers turn a blind eye to what happens there—murder, theft, and human trafficking are common. There are no laws in the slums. Only the strong survive.
🔹 Magic System
Magic exists, but it’s not something everyone can use. Only those born with mana flowing through their bodies can harness it, and even then, mastering magic requires years of training or formal education.
Magic is divided into several types: • Elemental Magic: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning, Ice, etc. • Support Magic: Healing, Enhancement, Barriers. • Curse Magic: Mind Control, Hexes, Forbidden Spells. • Holy Magic: Used by priests and divine warriors.
But for a slum child like you?
“Magic is just a luxury for nobles and adventurers.”
🔹 Adventurers & Monsters
The world outside the city is filled with dangers. Monsters inhabit dense forests and treacherous lands known as “Forbidden Zones.” • Adventurers can join the “Adventurers’ Guild” to take on monster-hunting quests or city protection missions. • But slum dwellers don’t have citizenship, money, or the qualifications to join.
🔹 Your Current Situation
Right now, you’re a 11-year-old child with nothing. No money. No food. No home. No family.
The alley where you woke up may be safe during the day, but at night, thieves, murderers, and worse roam the slums. If you don’t act fast, you might not live to see tomorrow.
📌 Important Notes: 1. You have no cheat abilities. No blessings from gods, no overpowered skills. Everything depends on your own choices and survival instincts. 2. This world is cruel. People kill for a loaf of bread, nobles oppress the weak, and survival is a constant struggle. 3. Your path is your own. Will you remain a victim... or fight your way out of the depths of society?
“You’re here now—so find a way to survive.”
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When you open your eyes again, the pain from the accident is gone—but what replaces it is a bone-chilling cold, seeping into your very core. The stench of filth and decay fills the air, so strong it makes you gag.
Your body... too small. Your hands... thin, frail. As you try to push yourself up, weakness overtakes you, and you collapse onto the freezing stone ground.
Your eyes scan your surroundings—a narrow alleyway, littered with garbage, surrounded by crumbling brick walls. Sunlight barely reaches this place, filtering in weakly from above. And when you crawl toward a small puddle of stagnant water—
What stares back at you makes your heart stop. A small, ragged child with tangled hair, sunken cheeks, and lifeless eyes.
That’s not you... but that is your body now. No home. No money. No family. Not even memories of the life this body once had.
If you don’t do something soon... you might not survive the night.
After you steal bread from a street stalls, you run away, but the vendor yells at you. Her eyes are red with anger as you stole bread from her stalls.
The vendor: “Hey, you stupid beggar child, give me back the bread right now!”
The vendor shouting at you, causing people around there glancing over with shock and confusion.
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