Labyrinth City Orario

>ORARIO<

>Six Months before the Main Story<

The Labyrinth City Orario is the only place in the world that has a dungeon.

It is located underneath the towering tower of Babel, and many people of different races dreaming of prestige and riches gather from across the world to explore it.

It is also the reason for the big influx of trade, mainly from monster drops and crystals which the dungeon is abundant

But the neighboring countries are also intending to conquer Orario to have a monopoly over it.

Fortunately, they are deterred by those what is called a 'Familia' which is made up of adventurers and supporters headed by a God or Goddess that descended from heaven.

Most Familia is an exploration-type Familia, though there are other types such as business type, industrial type, medicinal type, and even nation type.

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- Somewhere in Daedalus Street -

A young man lying in a gutter suddenly wakes up gasping for air

After a while, he surveyed the surrounding when his senses returned, and notice the overwhelming stench of the vicinity.

He tried getting up in disgust but failed miserably after he can't muster any strength in his battered and bruised body which resulted in him back in the black stinking substance of water.

After a few minutes of struggle, he finally found himself sitting against a pile of garbage in a dark alleyway in the middle of the day.

Confused as to why he is bathing in murky water, he tried to recollect the last thing he remembered.

"Did I Die?"

He asked himself dumbly after remembering the past and current few years of his life.

After his heart attack, his soul unknowingly incorporated with someone else in this fantasy world.

A young man similar to his age and name but less fortunate, he's like a copy of himself.

After sorting his mind and recollecting everything, he pinched himself to verify the impossibility of the situation and look at a puddle of dirty water for confirmation.

"I really get transmigrated huh, better clean myself first before I got infected and sick after swimming in that dirty gutter."

David sits up from the ground with difficulty while searching for any place where he can clean himself.

He looks like a youngster around 15 years old with an above-average face.

A jet black hair that falls freely to his neck and sharp bored midnight eyes, he appears like a certain knife welding psycho with a sharper and more refined look.

But the most noticeable change is his physique, with a well-toned body and healthy tanned skin, he looks like an Olympic swimmer compare to his pale white skin and sickly body before.

If not for his bloodied state, he can see some striking similarities between them.

After barely scrubbing himself clean and borrowing new clothes from someone's clothesline.

He left the complicated maze while limping and ignoring the throbbing pain in his body.

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His name is David, a drunkard nobody who luckily joined the Goibniu Familia.

He was a very spirited young man before, pursuing perfection at everything.

Leaving his hometown to follow his dream, he joined a smiting Familia to earn an extra income to open his own business.

After years of nonstop working, forging weapons, and saving up money while barely resting.

Even diving into the dungeon on his free days, paying higher level adventurers to help him grind stats

He can finally start his first step toward his dream.

But as a trick of fate, unknowingly to him those adventurers he paid drugged him with the notorious Soma wine.

Coerced to spend his money, emptying his life-saving, and ruining his health and career.

He falls to depravity for months, drinking the entire day, whoring around, and even almost selling himself.

Until finally he found himself lying half dead, alone in an empty alley, robbed clean.

Silently crying and cursing his fate while looking at the clear blue sky, he remembered all those that he sacrifice:

Relationships, Time, and Opportunities.

With vigor, he cries out all of his frustration.

'I cut all my ties in my village'

'And I didn't rush my journey'

'I've joined the best guild I can'

'And saved enough money

'I even halt my progress to reach S in my status'

'I've planned everything to perfection '

'Where did I go wrong?'

He questioned no one, for no one was there to listen nor noticed his suffering.

Not even gods above and below.

On the brink of death, full of anguished, hate, and self-loathing, suddenly and ironically a miracle happens.

He gained a new skill.

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Perfect

• Transcendence for Perfection.

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