[Name]: Ronan Veyr
[Age]: 21
[Race]: Human
[Level]: 1
[Reach]: 6th Floor
[Affiliation]: Demeter Familia
[Basic Abilities]
STR: G223 | END: G266 | DEX: G278 | AGI: G258 | MAG: F389
[Development Ability]
All-Rounder I (The cornerstone of a generalist's dream—or a specialist's nightmare.)
[Magic]
『All Things - Origin』: The OS. A "cheat" operating system disguised as a magic slot.
『Heaven and Earth - Blessed Boon』: The God-bypass. Allows the self-administration of Falna without a divine middleman.
『Ronan Veyr's Magic Notes』: The infinite drive. Records and masters techniques without occupying limited magic slots.
[Skills]
『Favorite Blessing』: Aura of protection for Familia members. Scales with female membership and "intimacy" levels. (Essentially, a harem-coded defense buff).
『Proof of the Traveler』: Reality-breaker. Allows for manual stat allocation and the breaking of natural potential caps.
『Demon King Emblem』: The battery. Doubles base Endurance and Magic. Increases Mind (MP) capacity a hundredfold with constant regeneration.
『Hand of All-Rounder』: The career path. Grants the "All-Rounder" development ability and allows for three additional choices per Level Up.
『Sharp Mind』: The passive grind. Guaranteed ROI on effort. Enhances analysis, learning speed, and the aesthetic/functional quality of all gear and spells.
『Truth of All Magic』: The overclock. Enables charged "Super Magic" and instant "Chantless" casting.
『Magic Shield & Guard』: The safety net. Converts Magic stats into physical defense. Includes MP-steal on hit and a "once-per-day" cheat death mechanic.
Ronan collapsed onto a park bench near the central fountain, his body heavy with the unique fatigue of a man who had spent eight hours professionaly murdering monsters.
He dropped his pack with a dull thud, unhooked his waterskin, and took a long, desperate pull.
The water was tepid, but in the sweltering peak of a mid-summer evening, it tasted better than the finest wine in Babel.
He leaned back, his head thumping against the wood.
His fingers twitched in the air, a series of "flick and drag" motions that looked like madness to any passerby.
To Ronan, he was navigating the holographic windows of All Things - Origin.
His eyes glazed over as he stared at the sky, his mind drifting back to the start of this cosmic clerical error.
Ronan Veyr was a "Traveler"—an outsider.
Six months ago, Ronan had been finishing a standard shift back on Earth.
One blink later, the fluorescent lights of his office were replaced by the blinding white marble of Orario.
He had seen the Tower of Babel in enough media to recognize it instantly.
The "White Giant" piercing the clouds was a beacon of reality: he wasn't dreaming, he was just very, very far from home.
He didn't waste time panicking.
In Orario, panic was a luxury for the wealthy.
The early days were a blur of hunger, broken speech, and all kinds of exhausting manual labor.
Eventually, persistence paid off.
He landed a job tending an orchard for the Demeter Familia.
It wasn't glorious, but it was stable.
Between the trees, he spent two months learning the language and local customs, using Sharp Mind to learn in a short time what would normally take years.
Once his life became more stable, he used his connections at the orchard to register as an adventurer.
He had spent the last three months fighting through the Upper Floors, letting the Dungeon wear away his old civilian habits until he became calm and efficient.
If he were a normal man, Ronan would have gladly stayed with the quiet life of working in an orchard.
His natural talent was honestly terrible, a weak build that would have gotten him killed on the First Floor within a week.
But like any good isekai protagonist, Ronan had a cheat.
It awakened in a strange way.
He did not need a god to place a Falna on his back.
Instead, not long after arriving, he touched a Magic Stone, the first real sign that this fantasy world was real.
That stone acted like a trigger. It awakened his hidden potential and turned it into a Status panel that copied the Falna system, but in a better form.
Three magics and seven skills from the start.
It was ridiculous. A bug in the system.
For the first week, Ronan barely slept. He just kept staring at the screen, afraid that if he closed his eyes, the "software" would fix itself and take everything away.
That panel was the only reason he was still alive.
It allowed a man with average stats to move like a veteran, helped by a cheat that turned every bit of effort into real results.
A cool mist from the fountain pulled him back to the present.
Ronan closed the interface with one last swipe.
He felt the weight of the coin purse against his ribs and finally smiled.
"Time to clock out."
Ronan's "office" was the Dungeon, but his home was in the 7th District, at the edge of West Main Street where the city met the forest.
It was a solid two-story house made of wood and red brick, the kind of place that still felt a little too fantasy-like for someone used to office life.
In the yard, a money tree plant was growing far better than normal, another side effect of Sharp Mind affecting even his hobbies.
Inside, he moved quickly like a man who only wanted to get his boots off.
He went straight to the second-floor bedroom, locked the door, and closed the curtains.
He took off his dusty cloak and armor, letting out a breath as the weight left his body.
Then he reached under the bed and pulled out a reinforced leather suitcase.
He opened the locks.
Inside, arranged in neat rows, was all the money he had saved.
One million, one thousand, five hundred valis.
"System," he said quietly, his voice low and serious.
"Open panel."
He did not wait for an answer. He opened it himself.
His eyes passed over the skills and the All-Rounder ability, the things that made him something far beyond normal.
Instead, he focused on the Abilities section.
The numbers.
The wall blocking him.
"I earned this," he whispered.
"No god, no luck. Just hard work. System, allocate points."
The brackets next to his Magic stat lit up with a bright white light.
The number 389 shook, blurred, and then changed into a new number.
[Abilities]
Magic: F389 → E489
"A full hundred points!"
Ronan clenched his fist, a silent shout of victory stuck in his throat.
"The wall is gone. I'm back in the game."
That wall had been his personal hell for two weeks.
He had been stuck at 389, with no progress at all no matter how many hours he trained.
If Sharp Mind had not kept his other stats moving forward little by little, he might really have broken his rule against debt and asked someone for a loan.
But in the end, hard work paid off.
He had pushed through that wall with money he earned himself.
In Orario, the Falna was the law.
It was the "software" that ran the world.
Whether you were a hero or a blacksmith, your Status decided your place in the world: your affiliation, your abilities, your magic, and your skills.
Ronan looked at his new E-rank in Magic.
The numbers were still low compared to the so-called prodigies of the Loki Familia or Freya Familia, but with his skills, those numbers did not tell the full story.
The path to the Deep Floors was finally open.