The heat was relentless.
Twin suns blazed overhead, baking the desolate sands of Tatooine into an endless ocean of shimmering gold. Harry stumbled forward, his body aching with every step. The adrenaline from his first kill had faded, replaced by exhaustion and a gnawing hunger deep in his gut.
But survival was instinct now. He'd died once before. He wasn't planning to die again.
The voice in his head—the System—remained silent, its presence lurking just beneath his thoughts. Occasionally, faint holographic displays flickered before his eyes, translucent blue screens with alien symbols he somehow understood.
[Quest: Survive the Wastelands of Tatooine]
• Objective 1: Secure basic necessities (Water, Food, Shelter)
• Objective 2: Reach a populated settlement
• Rewards: +1,000 EXP | Skill Upgrade Token | System Shop Unlocked
Harry scowled. A bloody video game now, is it?
But questioning it wouldn't fill his empty stomach.
Hours Later
His throat burned, lips cracked from the dry wind. The twin suns dipped lower, but the heat refused to die with them. Tatooine was merciless.
In the distance, faint silhouettes shimmered—a wrecked vehicle half-buried in the sand, likely abandoned after some desert skirmish. Harry approached cautiously, his wandless hand tingling with latent energy. The Force—or whatever twisted version lived within him—hummed beneath his skin.
Inside the wreckage, he found a small canteen. Bone-dry.
Of course.
But luck favored the persistent. Nearby, he discovered the body of a scavenger, its face partially covered by a dusty mask. The corpse was fresh—only hours dead. Harry rifled through the belongings, ignoring the stench of decay. Blaster pistol. Useless—he had no clue how to use one. A half-filled water pouch. Better.
He drank greedily, wincing at the metallic taste, but it was enough to dull the edge of dehydration.
Then he heard it—a low growl, guttural and menacing.
From behind the dunes, figures emerged. Not men, but creatures—Tusken Raiders. Their robes fluttered in the breeze, crude rifles raised, eyes hidden behind dark lenses.
Ambush.
Combat Initiated: Tusken Raiders (x3)
• Warning: Low stamina detected.
• Suggested Action: Utilize Force abilities.
Harry didn't wait.
The Force surged through him like wildfire. Unlike spells, this wasn't about incantations or wand movements—it was raw emotion, instinct given form.
With a flick of his wrist, the nearest Tusken Raider was yanked off the ground, screaming as an invisible grip crushed his windpipe. Another charged with a spear, but Harry's other hand snapped forward, sending the creature flying back as if struck by an unseen wave.
This power… it's intoxicating.
The last Raider fired a shot—pure reflex.
Harry dodged, barely, the plasma grazing his shoulder. Pain exploded through him, but it only fueled the dark well inside.
Rage. Survival. Dominance.
His outstretched hand clenched into a fist. The Raider's head imploded with a sickening crunch.
Silence returned.
Harry stood amidst the carnage, chest heaving, blood dripping from his wound.
[Combat Complete.]
• EXP Gained: 1,200
• Level Up! (Lv. 2)
• New Skill Unlocked: Force Crush (Level 1)
• Stat Points Available: 5
A holographic screen flickered before him:
[STAT ALLOCATION AVAILABLE]
• Strength: 10 (+2)
• Agility: 8 (+1)
• Endurance: 7 (+2)
• Intelligence: 15
• Force Affinity: 20 (+5)
Harry gritted his teeth, applying the points instinctively, focusing on Force Affinity and Endurance. If this System was his new reality, he'd master it the same way he mastered magic—through relentless determination.
Nightfall
The desert grew cold, the heat replaced by a bone-chilling wind. Harry found refuge in a small cave, the bodies of the Raiders stripped of supplies.
As he sat by a crude fire, the realization hit him—this wasn't Earth. There were no friends to rely on. No Hermione. No Ron. No Hogwarts.
Just him, the stars, and the dark power coiling inside like a serpent.
But as he stared into the flames, he didn't feel despair.
For the first time in centuries… I feel alive.
Meanwhile, in the Outer Rim…
A hologram flickered to life in a dark chamber.
A figure cloaked in shadows spoke with a voice like gravel, "A disturbance in the Force… unlike anything I've felt before."
Across the galaxy, Jedi Masters sensed it too—a ripple, dark and ancient, spreading like wildfire.
And in the depths of space, a Sith Lord smiled.
"So… the game begins."