In an awe-inspiring realm, Andrew Yashin, the renowned professional gamer known as "The Inevitable One," boasted an unmatched reputation for dominating FPS tournaments and obliterating adversaries. However, his consciousness flickered back to life, thrusting him into an unfamiliar and alien world. Echoes of male and female voices reverberated persistently, repeatedly invoking the name "Lord Ivan." As Andrew's senses sharpened, he surveyed a disquieting sight—a war-ravaged expanse, where ruthless combatants brandished swords and unleashed arrows, inflicting torment upon their foes.
Amidst the chaos, an arrow abruptly struck Andrew's iron helmet, momentarily robbing him of control. His vision dimmed, and the world blurred around him. As consciousness returned, he found himself within a spacious chamber adorned with antiquated artifacts reminiscent of the Middle Ages. "Damn it, I thought it was all a dream," he muttered, grimacing as his finger inadvertently collided with a hard surface, sending a jolt of pain through his hand. "You've got to be kidding me, seriously?"
In a chilling twist, mere moments later, a voice pierced the air, instilling a profound sense of dread. "Ding. Pairing complete. You are now the new host of the Super High-Level Tactic System."
As I gazed ahead, a panel materialized before me, reminiscent of a game interface. It displayed the name "Ivan Darkbones" and indicated that I possessed no skills, while my Radiant Points remained at zero. The realization dawned upon me that I had now become Ivan Darkbones, possibly a noble's offspring within this realm.
Hours passed as I pondered my next course of action in this bewildering situation. Just then, a resounding knock echoed through the door of my chamber, shattering the silence and piquing my curiosity.