The moment the word left his lips, the notification expanded. A translucent interface materialized before him, its shifting symbols rearranging into clear text.
[Initializing…]
A low hum resonated in his ears. His vision blurred momentarily before the words changed.
[Welcome, Damian-Blood]
[Location: Planet Krypton]
[Synchronization: 100% – Soul and Memories Bonded]
A chill ran down his spine. Synchronization… 100%? What did that mean?
Before he could dwell on it, the screen shifted again.
[SYSTEM FUNCTIONS]
Status
Skills
Quests (1)
Inventory
World Traversal (Locked)
His pulse quickened. He needed answers. First, his Status.
[STATUS]
Name: Damian Blood
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Kryptonian
Class Status: Elite Warrior Class
Abilities: [Locked]
Elite Warrior Class? That meant his Kryptonian bloodline wasn't ordinary. But what really stood out—his abilities were locked.
Of course. No yellow sun. Right now, he was no stronger than a human.
Sighing, he returned to the System's home screen and opened the Quest tab.
[QUEST LOG]
[Welcome, Host. You have synchronized with the Traversal System.]
[This system activates upon the death of the host's original mortal body, binding the soul and transporting it to a new world.]
His jaw tightened. So, I really did die.
The how remained a mystery, but his memories were intact. And this world—it wasn't fiction. This was reality.
He kept reading.
[Completing mission quests will reward traversal tickets, lottery draws, and unlock more system functions.]
Then, the main quest appeared.
[Mission Quest: Escape Krypton by Any Means]
Time Remaining: 365 Days
Reward: 1x Traversal Ticket, 3x Lottery Tickets
Damian inhaled sharply.
One year.
He didn't need to guess—this was Krypton's final year.
His gaze lingered on the rewards.
A Traversal Ticket. Lottery Tickets.
The first meant he could travel to other worlds. The second? That was the real mystery.
His mind raced. Could the lottery grant him abilities? Weapons? Knowledge from other universes?
If so… imagine getting the Sharingan. A Green Lantern Ring. A Zanpakutō.
His blood surged at the thought.
Focus. First, he needed to understand the system completely.
[Skills]
Elite Kryptonian Martial Arts
Just one skill. But a damn good one. Not all Kryptonians were natural warriors. The fact that he had Elite Warrior Martial Arts already put him ahead of the rest—it would be crucial for survival.
A solid foundation.
Still, I'll need more.
[Inventory]
Infinite Storage: Can store any non-living item.
Damian blinked.
"…Holy shit."
His lips curled into a smirk. A literal void to store anything non-living?
Weapons. Food. Books. Technology. He could hoard anything.
And when it came time to leave Krypton? Game-changing.
A chime suddenly rang through the room.
"Damian! Dinner, come down now!"
His mother's voice snapped him back to reality.
He sighed, dismissing the system screen. Time to play along.
"I'm coming!" he called back.
As he stepped toward the door, a determined smirk settled on his face.
One year to escape. One year to prepare.
And one goal in mind—
Survive.