Vrax should be dead. He knows it. Yet he persists in the Forsaken Lands at level zero, a fastidious bastard waiting for the System to grant him something worthy. Until then, survival means outsmarting the horrors that drive sane adventurers to flee. Vrax will— Weaponize Man-Eating Daisies through a single miscalculation. Birth incomprehensible nightmares into existence. Inevitably disappoint his father. Transform an entire town's relationship with dandelions into pure dread. His ascension is steady and deliberate—from level zero to becoming a threat the church cannot ignore. Not a mage tank's meteoric rise, but swifter than any runesmith's crawl. The MC wields an exceptional gift: the ability to craft monsters into grotesque weapons of his design. From the personal chronicles of Explorer Erni-von Hillbach: What name does this cursed wilderness deserve? There is none agreed upon—The Nightmare Wood, Elysium's Ruins, Godsbane, or simply The Forsaken Lands, as we call it. Our eastern frontier borders both safety and siege from marshlands and forests so oppressive that sunlight never kisses the earth below. The terrain itself did not earn this place its dread. The creatures did. While mana-saturated regions typically harbor isolated pockets of danger requiring expert scouts to navigate, The Forsaken Lands presents chaos itself—a labyrinth of indiscriminate death with no pattern, no mercy, no escape.