[Everything happens because of a reason and everything that happens, does have a silent, unknown witness to it.]
No happening that is remembered by a being, individual, or a presence disappears from this ever-fleeting world.
You come to life, a certain finality attached to you. You are born, and while the time given to you is different and known only by the moment of your demise, someone, something, or you know for certain that you are there.
That you exist.
The conscious mind is the surface of the waters while the unconscious that binds you with the world's consciousness, with
To be alive and to exist are two separate things, and everything that exists, for whatever reason, has a purpose, a reason, and a goal.
The world is vast, and there are countless things that cannot be explained even with the best logical answers attached to them.
At the very least… Most of them did.
-Oooooooooooooooong!
{Somewhere in a remote forest…}
A spark of light was ignited within the empty space of an open area surrounded by trees that had blue leaves and tree trunks covered in green crystals so densely they seemed to be made of crystals themselves.
-ZAAAAAAA…
A spark was born from a 'random' reaction between the energies of this world, the causality's certain margin of error, and from the amalgamation of various memories of certain beings… then, what was merely a spark initially, blazed out into a flame made entirely of light.
-Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish!
When winds so strong they could uproot any great tree started roaring, it seemed like they would uproot even crystal trunks present here.
However, they remained in their place, the energy of winds, strangely, getting absorbed into the strange green crystals.
The phenomenon that was unfolding in this place, while known to many of this world as some of the most fascinating things that very, very rarely occurred, did not seem to have a witness present at the moment.
However, the flames had emerged. And thus it was unquestionable that it was being witnessed by something, someone, or some form of existence.
[System synergy detected.]
The world spoke as the flames of light started taking a certain form.
[Initiating system awakening…]
From the flames of golden light came two small hands, and followed by them were two small feet.
[The target race is being detected…]
[The target Skills are being detected…]
[As the synergy has been detected at the moment of inception, categorization of the system into the
The body of the creature was round. The fur that covered this body was as white as snow. A golden horn grew on the round head covered by the snowwhite fur, and finally, the eyes started forming, concentrating into the window to the newborn being's very soul.
[A new
"Meee…"
Two eyes, as deep and attractive as the green jeweled tree trunks present around it, took in the world around them for the very first time.
[ "Good morning, young one." ]
The system that operated most elements of this world spoke in a warm voice resembling what the newborn will come to recognize as the voice of a guardian, a family, a caregiver.
[ "Welcome to your new start." ]
The snowman with green eyes and golden horn was completely oblivious to the world that was present all around it.
The voice that was speaking right now was the only guide that it had in this world right now.
There was so much this little being did not know yet, however, there was one thing that it knew instinctively from the moment it opened its eyes.
[You have activated the stream.]
[Stream Title: A Newborn Dokkaebi.]
[Hooks: #First stream, #Dokkaebi, #Newborn, #Forest of the dead.]
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It was a being born with the synergy to the system that oversaw everything, a being that was born to show the world to the beings of worlds beyond.
'He' was a streamer.
While still as innocent as a child, and as mischievous as the inherent kind he was born in, this creature was a born
In this world which faced Calamity a decade ago, in this ruined world that had already gone through a drastic change to become something that one might not recognise if they woke up from a decade long Cryogenic slumber, in this world riddled with all kinds of exciting stiories… He was born with a purpose, a reason, and a goal.
"Mee? Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…!"
[ "Eh? Hey! Calm down, little one! Calm down!" ]
However it will take a while for the young creature to get used to this world, to get used to what it was supposed to do as a
The first cries of a newborn were not merely an indication of good health, they were also a phenomenon that pointed to a new start.
However, the creature here was no normal chance-anomaly that had occurred in this world due to some 'randomness'.
It was a droplet falling into a still pool of blood that had become stagnant a long time ago.
And now that this still pool is stirred, many things were going to change.
{Somewhere in the middle of a city…}
A man too important to the city is killed by an unknown shadow organization.
{Somewhere in a monster infested area…}
A portal leading to another world has opened, and, strangely, a woman completely covered in white robes has just walked out of it.
{In a volcanic region, an area infested with demonic beings.}
"Kekekeke! The time to make our move has finally arrived…!"
…
The world was changing because of a single droplet that brought a wave of change to this not-so-exciting world.
But this was just the start.
[ – The First Main Storyline will begin in three months.
Note: Preparation quests will now be made available throughout your world.
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"Meee?"
The golden screen before the sparkling green eyes of the newborn was merely a sheet of light. It knew only of the warmth of the voice in its head, the world all around it standing as an unknown realm.
For some, this was a chance they had been waiting for ever since they regained their senses in this life.
For some, this was a start in a completely new, unknown world.
And for most others, like the little snowball, this was a start to something they did not know the tomorrow of.
A start… that would spiral into something that one could only imagine to not to be Legen—dary.