I Was Given the Unremarkable Path, So I Survived on Spite

Grimdark survival LitRPG. Slow, earned progression. No power fantasy. Every gain costs blood. Vane has a System. He's the only person in Aeral who does. It should have made him a legend. Instead, it read his soul and assigned him the Unremarkable Path: no talents, no resistances, no feats, and a level cap he's already hit. THAT IS THE WHOLE SHEET. WE CHECKED TWICE. Now he's freezing in a roadside ditch with a cracked sword, a dead man's silver, and an Inquisition hound pack learning his scent. The System is still talking. It tracks his frostbite, his blood loss, and his Stress, the number that climbs every time the world tries to break him. It offers advice. Most of it is bad. Some of it is a lie. He has no gifts to fall back on. Just a bad knee, a better plan, and a stubborn refusal to die where anyone expects him to. Every fight leaves a mark. Every injury teaches him something. And the deeper he goes, the clearer it gets that the System wants something from him, and it hasn't named the price yet. No shortcuts. No chosen one. No rescue. He doesn't need to be chosen. He just needs to stay alive. And he has enough spite to outlast them all. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Was Given the Unremarkable Path, So I Survived on Spite — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠