Zilin ran with every ounce of his strength. Yet, regardless of his speed, he knew evading such a massive creature was beyond his capability. The awareness of this limitation, however, didn't deter his strong desire to survive and find his sister, he refused to give up. Within seconds, the colossal gorilla drew near, delivering a powerful punch toward him.

Zilin didn't dare to look back, as it would only slow him down. Suddenly, a searing pain emanated from his back as he was propelled through the air. Ahead, a looming black gate adorned with intricate carvings materialized. Just as collision seemed unavoidable, the gate's doors swung open, revealing a faint blue light. Zilin soared through the entrance, crashing into a boulder before succumbing to unconsciousness.

…

When Zilin eventually regained his consciousness, he found himself laying on a bed. Beside him was a woman who sat leisurely munching on an apple.

"Could you tell me where this place is?" Zilin inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Looking up from her snack, the woman responded, "Oh, you're awake."

She continued, "This is the Shernoa region, belonging to the Xifer Guild."

"Shernoa? Xifer?" Zilin didn't understand anything.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Laya, the President of the Xifer Guild," she said, between bites of her apple. "You don't appear to be from this area. Could you share where you reside? We'd be happy to provide an escort."

Laya wore a black coat over a white T-shirt, emblazoned with 'Xifer.' Her age appeared to match Zilin's, and her attractive appearance was complemented by long, dark hair and captivating eyes.

"I-I don't know. I woke up in a jungle, being chased by a massive monkey," Zilin recounted. He was taken aback to notice that the pain he had experienced during his previous encounter had completely disappeared.

'Was that just a dream? No, it felt real. I definitely experienced the pain in my back.'

"That blacky couldn't withstand a mere touch of my Phoenix Cutter; it promptly exploded.After all, it was just a Tier-2 monster," Laya commented nonchalantly, as if discussing a minor inconvenience.

'What? Blacky? Exploded with just a touch?' Zilin experienced a fleeting sensation of his saliva being stuck in his throat.

'Based on appearances, this doesn't seem like Earth. Could it be that I'm within Fantasy Fort?'

"Is this place Earth?" Zilin questioned.

"Earth…" Laya seemed to be wondering something before saying, "It appears your memory was affected by your collision with the boulder. Regrettably, this is not Earth but the world of Fantasy Fort. You should stay here until your memories return." Although Zilin had not actually lost any memories, his sudden inquiry about earth prompted this explanation.

'I'm truly inside Fantasy Fort? Could that seller have been telling the truth?'

"Um, how did I manage to recover?" Zilin inquired, his curiosity evident.

"It was miss zoe that healed you. She's an angel." Laya replied

'What the hell?'

Seeing zilin's dumbfounded expression, Laya added with a chuckle "Just so you know, 'angel' is an occupation. They possess wings and specialize in healing."

Zilin found himself speechless. After a momentary pause, he stammered, "Thank you immensely for your help. I'm unsure how I can ever repay you."

"State your occupation; it should be in the system. This way, we can gauge how we might be of further assistance," Laya said, discarding the remains of her apple into a nearby waste basket.

Certainly:

Zilin, having read countless novels, was already well familiar with the concept of a 'system'.

'System…' Zilin's thoughts were interrupted by a message appearing in his mind.

[The account owner is requesting ownership transfer.

Would you like to accept?

Yes

No]

'Huh? A question? Normally, in this type of storyline, I shouldn't have a say. What if I say no? Will I be sent back to Earth?'

Zilin's mind raced with possibilities. However, he decided to select 'yes.' To find his sister, agreeing seemed the only viable option. He realised that, contrary to his expectations, the system automatically accepted 'yes.'

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'I get it... This system operates based on thoughts.'

Another message emerged:

[Select your username]

'This resembles the novels I've read. I might not be skilled at gaming, but I'm certainly an adept reader. I'll go with "The Supreme God."

[Sorry, this username already exists, please choose another one]

'Hmm, as expected... according to the seller, this account is probably that of a 'spectator'.' He quickly thought of a name related to 'spectator'

[...]

[Username updated successfully]

[Username: The Spectator

Age: 20

Tier: 0

Experience Points: 0

Occupation: Spectator

Occupation skills : none

Abilities: None

Quests: Locked

Inventory: Empty (endless, a perk of being a spectator)

Achievements: none

Stats: Click to view

…]

'I'll explore that later.'

After closing the prompt, he said, "I'm a spectator by occupation."

Hearing this, Laya's expression shifted, a hint of skepticism creasing her features.

"If you'd rather not reveal your occupation, just let me know. There's no need to invent an occupation," she added.

"Invent... myself?" Zilin's confusion deepened.

"Well, if you're uncertain, I was once among the top-ranked players in Fantasy Fort. As far as I know, there's no such occupation as 'spectator'."

"No 'spectator' occupation?" Zilin was taken aback.

'Then what on earth is this?' He pondered internally, grappling with confusion. Suddenly, he adopted an embarrassed expression and uttered, "I-I'm sorry, I'm actually an archer." Zilin merely bluffed, realizing that while he was unfamiliar with many, "archer" was a common role in such games.

"you mean arrow?"

"U-ugh yes"

"Well, it's fine; I was asking to see if you could be of any help," Laya replied, understanding in her tone.

'Phew..' zilin sighed inwardly

"By the way, how should I address you?"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zilin," he said, a bit embarrassed.

As conversation flowed, Laya advised Zilin to remain and rest for a while. Eventually, she bid him farewell and left the room.

Through his exchange with Laya, Zilin finally comprehended the events of that fateful day. It became clear that all those who had engaged with 'Fantasy Fort' were transported to an expansive, boundless hall, each bestowed with the enigmatic 'system.' This unforeseen occurrence seemed linked to someone's attainment of the elusive 'Reality Fort' achievement within the game. It was unknown who that person was..

Zilin also ventured to inquire about his sister, Zelena. He disclosed to Laya that she too had played the game. Regrettably, the response he received was a disheartening negative.

…

People awoke within a vast, boundless hall, each being graced with the presence of the 'system'. Within the system, they found welcoming messages.

[Welcome to the world of Fantasy Fort]

[Due to user. kelfer69's achievement of the 'Reality Fort,' everyone who had played the game would now experience it for real.]

[The system will evaluate you and select the most suitable occupation for you.]

.

Regarding the concept of an 'occupation,' it referred to roles assigned by the system to players based on their innate qualities, courage, physical attributes, and more. Each occupation bore a distinct set of abilities, tailored to its unique nature.

These occupations were neatly categorised into three distinct classes: Main, Support, and Normal. Those adept at combat found themselves placed within the Main category. For instance, there's 'Arrow,' who played the role of an archer, or 'Blade,' who acted as a swordsman.

Alternatively, individuals blessed with the ability to heal, enhance, or defend found themselves classified as part of the Support category. Among them was the 'Angel,' who specialised in healing or 'Cell,' a master of buffs and enhancements.

In the Normal category were those without direct combat capabilities, yet they held a diverse array of talents and utilities within the world. They varied form "chef", " builder" and many more..

...

Seated on his bed, Zilin adjusted his posture while reflecting on the words spoken by Laya. He had gained a partial understanding of the events that had transpired on that particular day.

Zilin's curiosity about the 'spectator' occupation deepened.

'There's such an occupation that even a top ranked player is unable to recognize?. maybe I should explore the system more. '