The Outcasts had many names.The Fallen. The Forbidden. The Unfit. The Refused.
To the Upper Societies, they were traitors, madmen, or obsolete relics.To Erwin Wail, they were his first true teachers.
But they weren't kind.They didn't greet him with warmth or pity.Because they had none left.
The training began the moment he could stand.No words.Just pain.
They tossed a dull blade at his feet and shoved him into a pit with a dungeon beast — a half-blind hound mutated by corrupted mana and starvation. A creature that only knew pain… and how to spread it.
Erwin didn't have technique. Didn't have power.He had hate.And the desperate will of a man with nothing left to lose.
He lasted eight minutes before the beast shattered two ribs and shredded his shoulder.
When they dragged him out, coughing blood, his lips were split open in a smile.
"Eight minutes?" Ragor — the Murim exile — spat in the dirt. "Should've made ten. Weak."
The Outcasts came from every secret realm.
Kairos, a fallen Techno-prince, part-machine, part-man, obsessed with deconstructing the System's divine code.
Vel Sari, a vampire-elf hybrid who betrayed her clan after discovering they used children for dungeon seed experiments.
Ragor, a disgraced Murim grandmaster exiled for refusing to murder an innocent during an initiation rite.
Nameless, a former System-Blessed whose compatibility shattered. Now he wielded illegal constructs banned in every plane.
Isa, once a Goddess-rank oracle who burned her divinity to escape the chains of fate.
Each of them had been rejected.Each had suffered.Each had burned.And now, they would see if Erwin could do the same.
🔸 The Body Breaker – Ragor
Ragor made him fight with broken fingers.Underwater. Blindfolded. Sleep-deprived.
He forced Erwin to hold his breath under freezing current for nine minutes.Then made him run laps with cracked bones.
"You think pain makes you strong? No. Surviving with pain does."
If Erwin passed out, Ragor would kick him awake.
If he cried, he was beaten harder.
Each time he got up, Ragor hit him harder the next.
🔸 The Mind Hacker – Kairos
Kairos strapped Erwin into ancient neural rigs and injected his brain into cursed simulations.
Erwin relived Jhon's death 137 times.
In some versions, Jhon cursed him.
In others, Erwin killed him with his own hands.
One day, he stopped reacting.
He no longer screamed. No longer begged. No longer wept.
"Pain is data," Kairos said. "Now you know how to use it."
Erwin emerged with a dead stare… and a memory of every single variation.
🔸 The Illusion Shredder – Vel Sari
Vel Sari trapped him in a dream loop for 3 days straight.
Illusions of Jhon.
Of his parents.
Of a lover he never had.
All of them screaming. Bleeding. Asking for help.
"Save them, or move on," she whispered. "Choose. But don't hesitate."
At first, he saved them every time.
By the third day, he stepped over their bodies without blinking.
"Mercy gets you killed," she said. "Compassion gets others killed."
🔸 The Mind Breaker – Isa
Isa led him into cursed fields, soaked in divine residue.
There, time and identity bent.
The wind whispered his fears.
"You're nothing."
"He died because of you."
"You should've stayed forgotten."
Erwin sat cross-legged for six hours. Then twelve. Then thirty.
When he emerged, he had bled from his eyes, but never once moved.
"You passed," Isa said softly. "You faced the voices… and silenced them."
🔸 The Systemless Path – Nameless
The last trial was the worst.
Nameless brought him into a failed gate — a place where reality and code had collapsed.
"You are not compatible. You never will be. That door is closed."
Erwin looked at the floating fragments of dead data, code scripture torn from the System's spine.
"I don't want compatibility," he said. "I want something worse."
Nameless smiled.And together, they built it.
A cursed, parasitic feedback loop — stitched together from discarded system fragments, AI virus cores, and forbidden rituals from three different planes.
It didn't bless him.It invaded him.
Each time he used it, it tore through his nerves like molten nails.But he used it again.And again.And again.
Until pain was no longer pain.
Just fuel.
He laughed when it hurt.
He laughed when he bled.
Because in this place, the only proof that you were alive… was the sound of your own madness echoing back.
⏳ One Year Later
The boy who entered Outcast territory — naïve, ordinary, weak — no longer existed.
What remained was something else.
He walked with perfect posture.He ate in silence.He slept with his eyes half-open.
And when asked why he was still here…
He smiled and whispered:
"Because I haven't killed enough."
[End of Chapter 7 – The Training Begins]