Jaxon sat on the edge of his worn-out bed, staring at the peeling walls of the cramped room he called home. He had grown up in this poor neighborhood, where opportunities were scarce and kindness even rarer. The local thugs guys who had awakened to powerful professions like Beast Tamer, Tank, and Wizard ruled these streets. They bullied and harassed anyone weaker than them, including Jaxon. Until now, they hadn’t gone too far, only because they were waiting to see what profession he would awaken. They feared the possibility that he could become someone powerful enough to get revenge. But now… now that he had awakened as a Trap God, things were different.

They would come for him, and he knew it.

Trap God was seen as the lowest of the low. If the thugs discovered his profession, they wouldn’t hesitate to torture him. No one would lift a finger to help a Trap God, not even the guilds. He’d be completely on his own. The thought sent a chill down his spine. Jaxon couldn’t stay here. Not anymore.

There was only one place he could go: the old cabin in the forest, the one his parents used to take him to before they passed away. It was the one spot where he felt safe—far from the eyes of those who would mock or hurt him. And now, it would be his sanctuary.

Jaxon stood, grabbing the small, weathered bag that held his few belongings. He packed lightly clothes, a knife, a small amount of food. He didn’t have much, but he didn’t need much either. With one last glance at the dingy room that had been his life for so long, Jaxon stepped out into the street, feeling the eyes of the local thugs watching him. But they said nothing. For now.

The journey to the cabin was long, the path winding through thick woods, the air growing cooler the deeper he ventured. Memories of his parents flooded his mind—their laughter, the warmth of the campfire, the stories they used to tell. The cabin had been their retreat from the harshness of the world, and now, it would become his.

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Hours later, Jaxon arrived at the clearing. The cabin stood there, weathered and quiet, just as he remembered it. It was small but sturdy, with wooden walls covered in vines, and a chimney that rose above the trees like a silent sentinel. He stepped inside, breathing in the scent of old wood and damp earth. The cabin had been abandoned for years, but it was still home.

Without wasting time, Jaxon set to work. He wasn’t safe here yet. Not until he set up his defenses.

With a focused expression, he activated his first skill. The air around him shimmered as his stats screen appeared before him.

Traps:

Bear Trap (Level 0): Deploys a hidden trap that snaps shut, immobilizing the target and causing heavy damage.

Jaxon moved quickly, placing bear traps around the perimeter of the cabin. He knew that even though he was far from town, there was always a chance someone could stumble upon him. With his Unseen talent, no one would detect the traps unless he willed it. For the first time, he felt a surge of confidence. “With this, I won’t have to worry about intruders,” he muttered to himself as he finished laying the last trap.

Satisfied with his work, Jaxon took a moment to rest, leaning against the cabin’s doorframe. The weight of the day settled over him, but there was no time to relax. If he wanted to survive, he needed to get stronger. That meant one thing: leveling up.

The forest was home to a small goblin dungeon, one designed for beginners. It was meant for players between levels 0-4, with no guards or restrictions because of its low difficulty. It was the perfect place for Jaxon to start. He had to face it sooner or later.

With his traps ready to protect his new home, Jaxon took a deep breath and set off toward the dungeon. The thugs might be stronger now, but that wouldn’t last forever. He was a Trap God, and with each level, he would show them just how wrong they were.