Unholy Player-Chapter 50: Dawn Human

[Name]: Adyr

[Race]: Dawn Human

[Path]: Primora

[Evolution Step]: 0 → 1

[Physique]: 10 → 20

[Will]: 6

[Resilience]: 5

[Sense]: 4

[Energy]: 20.6 / 25 → 0.6 / 135

[Registered Talents]: 5/5 → 5/10

[Sparks]: 0/5

[Sanctuary]: Dawn Land

[Free Stat Points]: 0

Adyr reviewed his status panel. The first thing that caught his eye was the evolution step, upgraded from 0 to 1, and his race, now updated to Dawn Human.

He waited for a system window explaining what that meant, but nothing appeared. Not that it was necessary. The knowledge had already been etched into his mind during the evolution process, detailing everything about his new race.

He then noticed only [Physique] had increased. That was expected. Dawn Ravens belonged to the Astra Path, so it was normal for the evolution to boost the stat corresponding to that path.

The most noticeable change, however, was in his energy. His maximum pool had increased to 135. The first thought that came to mind was that he could now register a level 3 talent.

But among all these changes, the one that caught his attention the most was [Sanctuary].

He already knew what it was—at least, based on the information that had been imprinted into his mind after the evolution.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the energy flowing through him. Within moments, his consciousness shifted.

His body, now like a drifting soul, floated above a small island. Below him, surrounded by an endless sea of transparent energy, lay a patch of land covered in soft green grass.

The island was barely large enough to fit a single car. It was simple, quiet, and his. The atmosphere lived up to the name Dawn—a soft, pale glow filled the space, even though there was no sun or moon in what he could call a sky at all.

This was his Sanctuary Land—the inner domain granted to him upon becoming a Dawn Human.

Digging through the memories burned into his mind, he realized this would be the place where captured sparks would reside and grant him access to their unique powers. But that wasn’t what intrigued him most. There was another feature, one far more interesting.

Adyr opened his eyes and looked around. Spotting a nearby pillow, he picked it up, focused his energy again, and let a small portion flow from his body to the object. The pillow glowed briefly, then vanished.

His status panel showed a 0.1 energy reduction. He didn’t care. It had been worth the test.

He closed his eyes once more and returned to Dawn Land. There it was, the same pillow, now resting at the center of the tiny island.

He thought for a moment, then opened his eyes and reached for the leather pouch. From it, he took out ten level 1 energy crystals—the same ones he had collected from skeletons in the cave and set aside, thinking they might be useful later.

Applying the same method he had used on the pillow, he transferred each crystal. When he returned to his Sanctuary, all ten were there, resting atop the pillow.

The best part was that the transfer hadn’t cost him any energy. Apparently, since the crystals were composed of pure energy, moving them between worlds didn’t trigger any energy consumption.

He let out a short laugh. "Now I know how to transfer physical items between both worlds." But then he paused and added, "If this change to my body applies in the other world as well."

Every stat increase had affected his real body before, but this time, the change was far more drastic—and he could only confirm the results after logging out.

He then turned his thoughts back to [Sanctuary]. He had access only to the basic information and still needed to investigate its full capabilities, but even this single feature was enough to satisfy him.

Opening his eyes again, he shifted focus back to his physical body.

He flexed the large wings on his back once. Immediately, the feathers began to wither and fall. The wings shrank rapidly, producing a wet, grotesque sound as they pulled back into his back through raw, closing wounds, leaving behind nothing but two faint scars.

"That was more exhausting than I thought," he muttered under his breath.

Then, focusing again, he forced the scars open. His wings burst out once more, regrowing into full form as new white feathers quickly layered over the bone and muscle.

"I should use this more carefully in the future." This time, his breath was clearly strained, his voice edged with fatigue.

Folding and unfolding the wings drained him far more than expected.

Without giving himself a moment to rest, he stepped outside. The sky was still bright. Sunlight bathed the landscape.

Following a primal instinct, he spread his wings, bent his knees, and launched himself into the air. Dust exploded beneath his feet as he shot upward.

"Now this is a new feeling I could get addicted to," Adyr said as he soared, gazing down at the vast scenery below.

Flying came naturally—not as a human, but with the instincts of a Dawn Human.

What didn’t come naturally was the stamina it required. His muscles burned. It felt like finishing a marathon with legs on the verge of collapse.

After barely two minutes in the air, he was forced to land.

He quickly concluded that to sustain flight longer, he needed to increase his [Physique]—and more critically, his [Resilience].

[Resilience] not only enhanced physical, mental, and spiritual defenses, but it also offered resistance to toxins, exhaustion, and various negative effects. With a higher value, he could likely reduce the muscle cramps seizing his wings.

After finishing his checks and noting from his mental timer that there were still a few hours left before logout, Adyr decided to hunt a few more wolves.

"But first, I need a shower," he muttered, catching the foul stench on his skin and the sticky layer clinging to his body.

—

"They should be back any time now," Adyr muttered, perched atop a tree as he watched the wolves’ cave.

He was now completely clean, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black pants—cheap, but a clear improvement over the worn, filthy pajamas he’d been wearing until now. The most noticeable detail was the fit. The clothes were slightly too small, the pants barely reaching his ankles.

After washing up, he had gone through several homes in the village and picked out the best pieces he could find that came close to his size.

While waiting in a good mood for the wolves to return from their hunt, they finally appeared, carrying prey and entering the cave to share it with the future of their pack.

But just minutes later, they burst back out, snarling. Their eyes burned with rage and panic, fur standing on end, bodies coiled with tension as they scanned the surroundings.

It was clear—they were searching for the one who had murdered their kin.