Yome's eyes flickered open to a dim, cold light. He groaned, feeling the chill of stone beneath him. As he sat up, a wave of confusion washed over him. The last thing he remembered was falling, the wind rushing past him, and then the light… the voice.

"Where am I?" he muttered, rubbing his temples. The room around him was vast, ancient, and crumbling. Tall, shadowy figures loomed over him — statues of warriors long forgotten. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and decay.

Yome staggered to his feet, noticing his clothes had changed. He wore a simple tunic and trousers, much different from his work clothes. His hands, once calloused and scarred from years of labor, now looked cleaner, stronger.

"What is this place?" he whispered, his voice echoing through the empty hall. He took a tentative step forward, the ground crunching beneath his feet. The hall opened into a vast chamber filled with rows of ancient bookshelves. Broken weapons and pieces of armor littered the floor.

"Hello?" he called out, but only silence answered.

He moved deeper into the chamber, every sound amplified in the eerie quiet. Suddenly, a noise made him spin around, heart pounding. A creature lunged from the shadows, its eyes gleaming with hunger. Yome grabbed a broken sword from the ground and swung it with all his might. The creature screeched and fell back, but others began to emerge from the darkness.

For three days, Yome fought for his life against these relentless monsters. Each encounter left him more exhausted and desperate. He scavenged for food and water, finding little sustenance among the ruins. Sleep was fitful, with nightmares of his fall and the voice haunting him.

On the third day, while searching for a safe place to rest, he stumbled upon a hidden door in the library. Pushing it open, he found a small, dimly lit room filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. At the center of the room, on a pedestal, lay a book unlike any other he had seen — a Grimoire.

"What's this?" Yome muttered, stepping closer. The book seemed to pulse with a faint, green light. He hesitated, then reached out and touched it. Instantly, the room was filled with a blinding light, and knowledge flooded his mind.

As the light faded, Yome found himself holding the Grimoire. He could feel its power, and his mind buzzed with new information. The Grimoire was a Base level, capable of holding six skills. And it was not just any Grimoire; it contained the element of wind.

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"Skills… magic?" he murmured, flipping through the pages. He found descriptions of various spells and their mana consumption. One skill caught his eye: Predict. It was a rare ability that allowed him to predict an enemy's actions five seconds into the future, usable three times a day at the cost of 50 mana each time.

"This could save my life," he said, determination hardening his voice. He focused on the Grimoire, feeling a connection form between them. Mana coursed through him, and he realized he could now sense its flow within his body.

Suddenly, the Grimoire glowed brighter, and Yome felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gasped, dropping to his knees as visions of his past flashed before his eyes. Then, just as suddenly, the pain vanished. When he opened his eyes, he saw a new entry in the Grimoire: a unique skill.

"Status," he whispered, and a translucent screen appeared before his eyes.

Name: Yome

Level: 1

Health: 100/100

Mana: 250/250

Status: Rank 0 (Unregistered)

Skills:

- Wind Blade: A sharp gust of wind that can slice through enemies. Mana Cost: 20

- Gale Barrier: A defensive wind shield. Mana Cost: 30

- Predict: Predicts an enemy's actions five seconds into the future. Usable three times a day. Mana Cost: 50

- Wind Step: Increases speed with a burst of wind. Mana Cost: 10

Unique Skill:

- Echo of the Fallen: Absorbs the knowledge and skills of defeated enemies. Mana Cost: 50 per absorption.

Inventory:

- Broken Sword

- Base Grimoire (Wind Element)

He stared at the screen in awe. "So, I'm really in a different world," he murmured. "A world with magic and… monsters." He glanced at the broken sword in his hand and then back at the Grimoire. "I need to learn more about this place."

Armed with his new knowledge, Yome ventured out of the library. The creatures were waiting, but this time he was prepared. He whispered the incantation for a wind blade, and a gust of sharp air sliced through the first monster.

"Yes!" he shouted triumphantly, but the fight was far from over. As more creatures charged, he used Predict to anticipate their movements. The world seemed to slow down, and he moved with newfound agility, dodging attacks and striking back with precision.

Despite his limited mana and the need for caution, Yome felt a spark of hope. For the first time since his fall, he believed he could survive.

After days of relentless battle, Yome finally found a place to rest in the abandoned city surrounding the fort. He set up camp in a small, sheltered courtyard, lighting a fire to keep the night's chill at bay.

As he stared into the flames, his mind raced with questions. "Why am I here? What is this world?" he wondered aloud. The voice that had spoken to him before his fall echoed in his memory. "Your story is just starting…"

"What story?" he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. "I need answers."

Suddenly, a movement caught his eye. A shadowy figure stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him. Yome's heart skipped a beat as he reached for his broken sword, ready for another fight.

"Who's there?" he called out, but the figure remained silent...