There are all kinds of games: some are played like an carefree walk, others force you to give it your all. But when your opponents are the System itself and the gods—that’s beyond the limit. They throw me again and again into the most hopeless places where survival is almost impossible. This isn’t entertainment—it’s a real torture. The worst part is that I don’t remember how I ended up in this filthy game: not the past, not even my own name. I had to choose it myself. Now I am Morok—and one day I will bring down this world, no matter what price I have to pay. The System isn’t the only one that knows how to play unfair.