I was just a college student who stayed up too late finishing a novel. By morning, the sky turned red, and I woke up in a white space being told my planet had entered Eon Spira, a tower of deadly trials (maybe). I was given one wish. Panicking, I chose Sancticleft, a legendary sword from the novel I’d just read, a blade that could cut anything. The Tower granted it… then immediately labeled my wish excessive and applied a penalty. I didn’t even clear Floor 0. I failed the first mission and was expelled from the Tower without mercy. No second chance. No explanation. Cast out from both Earth and the Tower, I was forced to wander through different worlds, surviving with a power I barely understood. Each world taught me something. This is the record of my failure at the very beginning, and my journey to return to Eon spira on my own terms.