What nobody knew—not even me—was that I wasn't empty. My soul wasn't "Hollow." It was just waiting.
Inside my mind, I didn't have memories of where I came from, but my hands knew things they shouldn't. When I held a knife, my body remembered the heat of a thousand stoves (Fire Chef). When I moved through the crowded streets, my body flowed like a river (Water Swimmer).
I had been reincarnated five times, carrying a different element in every life. But for twenty years, the system refused to acknowledge me.
The Breakout
Everything changed on a Tuesday night.
The neon lights of the city were flickering in the rain when the sky suddenly groaned. It sounded like metal grinding against metal. A purple rift tore through the clouds right above the diner.
[WARNING: LEVEL 2 DUNGEON BREAK DETECTED]
An Iron-Hide Hound crashed through the ceiling, its metallic jaws dripping with corrosive saliva. The "Masters" in the kitchen screamed, their Fire-Slugs hiding in their collars.
As the beast lunged toward me, the twenty-year lock on my heart finally snapped. A voice, ancient and arrogant, echoed in my head:
"Are you done being a servant, Master? The kitchen is closed."
[SYSTEM AWAKENING: RANK ERROR]
[BEAST TYPE: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON (EXTINCT)]