In a world ruled by powerful warriors, mystical creatures, and legendary heroes… there exists a man no one knows.

His name is Kulastog.

No talent. No strength. No special abilities whatsoever. In short, a nobody in the eyes of the world.

But by a twist of fate, he finds himself in a mysterious forest—the Forest of Trials—where the weak are nothing more than prey for ruthless monsters. Instead of running away, he makes an unexpected decision… to fight.

Day by day, he trains relentlessly, learns new survival tactics, and slowly grows stronger. The once pathetic and cowardly man is now walking the path of greatness.

But the road to power is never easy. Before he can obtain his first true ability, he must prove himself—and face his first real challenge.

Who is Kulastog? A mere weakling… or a legend in the making?

The story of a nobody rising to become somebody begins now.

Episode 1: Lost and Weak

A cold wind rustled through the towering trees of the Forest of Trials. The air was damp, filled with the scent of earth and rotting leaves. Somewhere, hidden among the twisted roots and moss-covered stones, a young man groaned as he slowly regained consciousness.

"Ugh… where am I?"

His head was pounding. His clothes were torn, barely hanging onto his body. His stomach growled so loudly it almost echoed in the silent woods. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his body aching as if he had fallen from a great height.

"What… what happened?"

He tried to remember, but his mind was blank. All he knew was his name—Kulastog.

As he stood up, his legs trembled, barely able to hold his own weight. He was weak. That much was obvious. His body was thin, untrained, and completely unsuited for survival in an unknown forest.

"Okay, calm down… I need to figure out where I am."

He looked around. The trees stretched endlessly in all directions, their thick canopies blocking most of the sunlight. Shadows danced on the ground, making it hard to tell where was safe and where was not. The forest was eerily silent. Too silent.

Then he heard it—a rustle in the bushes.

Kulastog stiffened. His heart pounded in his chest.

"Please be the wind…"

The rustling got louder. The leaves shook violently.

"Please be a cute, harmless animal…"

The bushes exploded.

A rabbit jumped out.

Kulastog blinked.

It was just a small, fluffy rabbit. White fur, round body, twitching nose. It looked completely normal. He exhaled, relieved.

"Hah! I almost had a heart attack over a damn rabbit!"

Then the rabbit grinned.

Its fluffy mouth stretched unnaturally wide, revealing rows of sharp, serrated fangs. Its eyes turned blood-red, glowing with an eerie hunger. Its cute little paws twitched—no, sharpened into claws.

Kulastog froze.

"Oh… oh no."

The Murder Bunny lunged.

Run, Kulastog, Run!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Kulastog bolted. He ran like his life depended on it—because it did. The rabbit moved unnaturally fast, leaping between trees and closing the distance almost instantly.

"WHY IS IT SO FAST? IT’S JUST A RABBIT! STOP CHASING ME!"

His foot caught a root. He tripped and tumbled down a small hill, crashing through the underbrush. He landed face-first in a puddle.

Spluttering, he pushed himself up just in time to see the Murder Bunny leaping towards him, fangs bared.

"THIS IS IT! THIS IS HOW I DIE—"

WHACK!

Out of sheer panic, Kulastog grabbed the nearest thing—a small, mossy rock—and swung it at the rabbit mid-air.

It connected.

The rabbit let out a high-pitched squeal before spiraling through the air and crashing into a bush. For a second, there was silence.

Kulastog stared, panting.

"Did… did I just win?"

The bush rustled. The Murder Bunny emerged, looking angrier than before.

"Oh, come on!"

Kulastog turned and ran again.

The Untrained Survivor

After what felt like an eternity, Kulastog finally managed to lose the rabbit by jumping into a river and letting the current carry him away. He crawled onto the shore, coughing up water, exhausted and shivering.

"I hate this place."

As he lay on his back, staring at the darkening sky, one thing became very, very clear.

If he didn’t get stronger, he was going to die in this forest.

And so, his training would begin.

Episode 2: The Struggle Begins

Kulastog sat on a rock, dripping wet, exhausted, and starving. His stomach screamed for food, but the only thing he had eaten since waking up was river water and regret.

"I need food... or I’ll die..."

He looked around for something—anything—he could eat. Mushrooms? Probably poisonous. Berries? Definitely poisonous. Bugs? Absolutely disgusting.

His stomach growled again, this time louder.

"Alright, alright! Fine! I’ll eat whatever I can find!"

A few moments later…

Kulastog sat under a tree, chewing on a handful of weird-tasting leaves. His face twisted in disgust.

"This is the worst thing I’ve ever eaten."

Then his vision blurred. The world around him spun. His body felt like it was floating.

"Oh no… I think I just poisoned myself…"

A few minutes later, he was rolling on the ground, hallucinating. He saw a giant, muscular version of himself standing in front of him.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Kulastog screamed.

"I AM YOU… BUT STRONGER," the hallucination said.

"THEN WHY DON’T YOU JUST HUNT FOR ME?!"

"BECAUSE YOU’RE WEAK."

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

The hallucination vanished, and Kulastog passed out.

When he woke up, his stomach still hurt, his mouth was dry, and worst of all—he was still weak.

"Okay… no more random leaves. Time to actually hunt."

The Bow and Arrow Disaster

Kulastog searched the area and found materials to make a bow.

- A flexible branch – for the bow

- Vines – for the bowstring

- Sharp sticks – for the arrows

He proudly held up his creation. It looked terrible. The bow was slightly bent the wrong way, the string was too loose, and the arrows were just… sticks.

"Okay! Time for a test shot!"

He pulled back the string, aimed at a tree, and released.

SNAP!

The bowstring broke instantly, and the arrow flopped to the ground like a dead fish.

"Are you kidding me?!"

He tried again. And again. And again.

Result #1: The bowstring snapped and hit him in the face.

Result #2: He pulled too hard, and the entire bow broke in half.

Result #3: He accidentally shot himself in the foot.

"I HATE THIS THING!"

After several hours of pain, suffering, and self-inflicted injuries, Kulastog finally made a bow that actually worked.

"Alright! Time to hunt!"

The Greatest Hunter… Not.

Kulastog spotted a small bird perched on a branch.

"This is it! My first real shot!"

He took a deep breath, pulled back the string, and aimed carefully.

TWANG!

The arrow flew straight… and hit a tree three feet away from the bird.

The bird didn’t even flinch. It just turned its head and stared at Kulastog.

"…What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The bird sighed. Yes, it literally sighed before flying away, as if to say, “This idiot is hopeless.”

"DID THAT BIRD JUST JUDGE ME?!"

Victory! …Sort Of.

After hundreds of failed shots, Kulastog finally managed to hit something—a small, defenseless rabbit-like creature.

"YES! I DID IT! I AM A HUNTER NOW!"

Then he remembered something important…

"…How do I cook this?"

He stared at the dead creature in his hands. Then at the forest.

"…Fire? What’s that?"

Episode 3: Fire? What’s That?

Kulastog sat cross-legged in front of his first-ever successful hunt. A small, defenseless rabbit-like creature lay motionless before him.

"Alright… I have food. Now, I just need to cook it!"

He grinned. How hard could it be?

…He was about to find out.

Step 1: Make Fire

Kulastog grabbed two sticks and rubbed them together.

Nothing happened.

He rubbed them faster.

Still nothing.

"Maybe I need to do it even FASTER!"

He went all out, rubbing the sticks so hard that his hands started smoking. Literally.

"IT’S WORKING! FIRE IS COMING!"

Then—

His hands caught fire.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

He ran around the forest, screaming, before finally dunking his hands in the river.

Result: Hands? Burnt. Fire? Still nonexistent.

"Okay… maybe there’s another way to do this."

Step 2: The Genius Plan

Kulastog looked around and spotted two rocks.

"Ah-ha! I’ve seen this in movies! If I smash these together, I’ll get sparks!"

He slammed the rocks together.

Nothing happened.

He slammed them again.

Still nothing.

"Come on, work!"

He smashed them together as hard as he could.

BOOM!

One of the rocks exploded into tiny pieces, sending fragments straight into his forehead.

"OW! WHY DID IT DO THAT?!"

Kulastog fell backward, clutching his face, while the rabbit carcass lay next to him… still raw.

"This is impossible! How do people even make fire?! Do they just scream at the wood until it catches fire?!"

He stood up, pointed at the pile of sticks, and yelled at it.

"FIRE, APPEAR!"

Nothing.

"BURN, YOU STUPID WOOD!"

Still nothing.

"I COMMAND YOU TO IGNITE!"

…The wood remained wood.

Kulastog slumped down in defeat.

"I give up. Maybe I was meant to eat raw meat and die young."

Then, suddenly—

Lightning struck a tree nearby.

Kulastog’s eyes widened.

"Wait… FIRE!"

He ran toward the burning tree, grabbed a flaming branch, and carefully brought it back.

"Yes… YES! I HAVE CREATED FIRE! I AM A GENIUS!"

(Technically, nature made the fire, but let’s not ruin his moment.)

Step 3: Cooking…?

Now that he had fire, it was time to cook. He placed the rabbit meat on a random stick and held it over the flames.

"Now, I just need to wait until it turns golden brown."

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen.

Kulastog sniffed. Something smelled… off.

He looked at his meat.

It was still raw.

He looked at his fire.

It had already burned out.

"…What?!"

He stared at the uncooked meat, then at the dead fire, then back at the meat.

"DID I JUST WASTE 30 MINUTES FOR NOTHING?!"

He groaned, restarted the fire (which took another hour), and tried again.

Final Attempt: Success(?)

After much suffering, Kulastog finally cooked the meat properly. He took a bite, expecting a taste of pure victory.

Instead, it tasted like burnt sadness.

"…This is terrible."

He chewed slowly, tears forming in his eyes. But it was food.

"Whatever… at least I won’t starve."

And so, for the first time in his life, Kulastog successfully hunted, made fire, and cooked his own food.

He was still weak, still clueless, and still an idiot—but now, he was a survivor.

Skill Unlocked: Cooking!

As Kulastog finished his questionable meal, a strange sensation washed over him.

A voice echoed in his mind:

[Ding!] Skill Unlocked: Cooking (Beginner Level)!

Kulastog's eyes widened.

"Wait… did I just level up my cooking skill?!"

He looked at his burnt, flavorless meat.

"If this is beginner level… what was I before? Negative level?!"

Even though his food tasted like sadness, the system had recognized his efforts.

"Alright! I may be weak, but at least I won’t die from food poisoning now!"

He clenched his fist in triumph.

"Next time, I’ll make a meal that doesn’t taste like charcoal!"

Thus, Kulastog unlocked his first skill—not combat, not magic, but cooking.

Survival was just the beginning. Up next?

Episode 4: The Great Boar Disaster

Kulastog was feeling confident. He had survived hunger, learned to cook, and leveled up to Level 5.

"I’m basically a survival expert now!"

Then, his stomach rumbled violently.

"Alright, time for my next mission—finding food!"

This time, instead of hunting a small, easy target, Kulastog locked eyes on a massive, terrifying, muscle-bound boar.

NEW QUEST: Hunt the Giant Boar!

Reward: EXP + A week’s worth of food

Risk: Death

"Pshh, it’s just a pig! How hard could it be?"

…He was about to find out.

Plan A: Stealth Mode (Instant Failure)

Kulastog crouched low, moving slowly toward the boar.

"I’ll sneak up, shoot it in the butt, and win instantly!"

He carefully pulled out his bow, took aim, and—

SNAP!

A twig betrayed him.

The boar’s ears twitched.

It slowly turned its massive head and stared directly at him.

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then—

“SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

"WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE A DEMON?!"

The boar charged like a rampaging bull.

Kulastog panicked and shot his arrow.

The arrow flew straight into a tree… five meters away from the boar.

"I AM SO BAD AT THIS!"

Plan B: Hand-to-Hand Combat (Why? Just Why?)

Kulastog grabbed a big stick.

"Fine! If arrows don’t work, I’ll just beat the life out of it!"

He charged at the boar like a hero in an anime.

The boar did not stop.

"Wait… why isn’t it stopping?"

It was at this moment that Kulastog realized… he had made a huge mistake.

BOOOM!

The boar body-slammed him into the air like a ragdoll.

He crashed into a tree and fell face-first into the dirt.

-20 HP

"I think my spine is now a question mark…"

Plan C: The Emergency Escape Plan (A.K.A RUN!)

Kulastog stood up, wobbly, and screamed:

"FORGET THIS! I’M RUNNING!"

He turned and sprinted like his life depended on it.

(The sad part? It actually did.

The boar chased him at full speed.

"WHY IS THIS THING SO FAST? IT’S BUILT LIKE A REFRIGERATOR!"

He jumped over roots, dodged trees, and screamed the whole way.

Then—he tripped.

"OH COME ON!"

The boar launched itself at him, tusks first.

"This is it… I’m gonna die."

Kulastog closed his eyes.

Then—

THWACK!

A perfectly aimed arrow pierced the boar’s side.

The beast staggered back, growling in pain.

Kulastog blinked.

"Wait… I didn’t shoot that."

A shadowy figure stood on a tree branch above.

A cool-looking hunter with a sleek bow smirked down at him.

"Hmph. You fight like an idiot."

Kulastog gasped dramatically.

"MY FIRST MENTOR!"

The hunter sighed.

"More like my first headache…"