I Promised the Dead I’d Come Back

Boram woke up on the day he first awakened, with the final raid still in his head and the guild betrayal still fresh enough to taste. He remembered every dungeon route, every boss trick, and every person who would sell him out later, so he moved cold, careful, and already tired of being kind to the wrong people. The system let him see admin logs, patch notes, and balance changes, which meant he knew someone had designed the whole thing with an agenda. That made him dangerous, but it also made him easy to hate. His hands could weave bamboo into chairs, shields, weapons, music tools, paper frames, and building parts, and every faction wanted a piece of that skill. He kept his face calm while h...