Everyone awakens with a special ability. 99% get generic boring abilities that lead to generic boring lives. 0.99% of that one remaining one percent usually become great adventurers, historic crafters and excel in their fields. It is that final 0.01% that truly change the world. People like Arzure the Skyland Maker, The Necromancer of the Western Mists, Horace the Giantslayer, The Angel of Sylois, Andrew the Naked, and Dandelion the Dreaded Demon Drake. Those were the kind of people Jax of Orphange 32B wanted to become. Well maybe not the last two but definitely the others. His awakening lands him with an ability that doesn't even tell him everything it does. With all his friends being selected into guilds, Jax has no choice but to delve into the nearby public rift by himself. With a training sword and a heart full of hope he delves into a dungeon filled to the brim with wolves. What could possibly go wrong...