Rowan Garner

When the System descends on the maritime trade hub of Oloruma, it doesn't offer a tutorial. It simply starts counting down, and when the timer hits zero, the city resets to the moment the first anomaly appeared. Kofi Oma is the only one who remembers the loops. A specialist extractor who steals contraband off shipping freighters just to return it to the families it was taken from, he thought his business was surviving the port authority. Now, his business is surviving a System that intends to test Oloruma until it breaks.

He doesn't have a combat class. His build revolves around infiltration, bypass mechanics, and carrying things out of zones that don't want to let them go. That wouldn't be a problem, except his main rival in the underworld—the brutal, highly organized boss of the docks, Nsenga—has awakened a powerhouse combat class and realizes she's losing resources every time the loop resets. They can't afford to kill each other: Kofi needs her muscle to clear the anomaly zones, and Nsenga needs Kofi's bypass skills to secure the loot before the reset wipes it out. Every cycle is a violent negotiation, a race to extract permanent advantages from a temporary timeline, and a desperate search for the trigger that will let Tuesday morning finally end.

Beneath the farming town of Krasnoy lies the Hollow—a sprawling, living dungeon whose roots, beasts, and rare soil are the town’s only economy. Harvesting it takes a light touch. Pull too much, and the ecosystem fights back. The town’s most famous Warden built a fortune on those rules. Then he vanished.

His kid, Volya, wants precisely zero pieces of the family legacy. No name, no money, no expectations. What Volya wants is a quiet, independent living relying on a fragile, untested class that bends the Hollow’s ambient rot into combat fuel. But out in the upper margins, things are getting ugly. Tunnels are unexpectedly collapsing. The rot is thickening. Someone is aggressively strip-mining the Hollow, and they’re destroying the farm to do it.

To survive the cave-ins and carve out their own standing, Volya forms a shaky partnership with Levskor, a fast-talking veteran of the local guilds who mysteriously drops out of a restricted vent at just the right time. But as Volya levels up by harvesting the very decay destroying the Dungeon, it becomes terrifyingly clear that Levskor isn't just a mentor. He's using Volya's unique build as a skeleton key to crack the Hollow's deepest wards.

The farm is dying. The harvest is failing. And the one guy helping Volya get stronger is the one pulling the trigger.