I Gained An Ability While Surfing On The Dark Web

The moment the kid locked in the character, Roi felt his entire body jolt.

A strange, weightless sensation rushed through him, as if he was being sucked into something. The white void around him blurred, twisted—then snapped.

And suddenly—

He was somewhere else.

Roi's boots hit solid ground.

Wind rushed past him, carrying the scent of metal, fire, and war. He was standing on a massive stone battlefield, surrounded by towering structures, dense jungle paths, and glowing lanes of energy leading into the unknown.

It was the game map.

He was inside the game.

Roi took a shaky breath, looking down at himself.

And immediately froze.

His clothes were gone.

In their place was a heavy metal chest plate, armored gauntlets, and a broadsword strapped to his back.

"Oh, hell no."

His voice echoed differently in this world, like it had a slight filter over it. He grabbed the edge of his chest plate, tugging at it. It felt real—the weight, the cold steel, the snug fit of the armor.

Kyler's laughter rang through his head.

"Looking good, champ!"

Roi whipped around, but Kyler was nowhere to be seen.

"Where the hell are you?!"

"I'm watching from the outside. You? You're in the game now."

Roi's stomach twisted.

Before he could process further, a loud horn blared.

MATCH STARTED.

A blue glow surged beneath him as his team's spawn platform activated.

For a moment, it wasn't too bad.

The game world was surprisingly vivid—the trees swayed naturally, the battlefield stretched in all directions, and everything had a strange sense of hyper-realism.

Then it happened.

His feet moved.

But he hadn't moved them.

His body lurched forward, his arms adjusting on their own. His sword shifted, readying into a combat stance.

Roi panicked.

His body wasn't responding to his own thoughts.

I didn't move. I DIDN'T MOVE.

A sharp, invisible force yanked him forward—not violently, but controlled.

Someone was guiding him.

Or rather—playing him.

Roi's mind screamed in protest, but his body continued marching forward, heading toward the battlefield.

And for the first time—he truly felt like a puppet.

Roi's body moved without his consent, but at first, it wasn't too bad.

He sprinted down the lane, his massive broadsword gleaming under the artificial sun. The battlefield was chaotic but controlled, filled with players charging, fighting, casting spells.

And surprisingly—he was winning.

His small player was doing a decent job, sending Roi straight into fights and swinging with clean precision.

SLASH!

An enemy mage crumpled under his blade, exploding into glowing fragments.

Roi stared as the shattered remains pixelated and reformed back at their base.

His eyes widened.

They revive?

He cut down another.

They come back.

Another.

It's not real.

Roi exhaled, tension easing.

"Okay. This… isn't terrible."

His body wasn't his to control, but at least there was no real consequence.

If the enemies just respawned, then that meant—

If he died, he'd respawn too.

His lips quirked up slightly.

"Guess it's not as bad as I thought."

Then—Kyler's voice crackled into his head.

"Oh, Roi. You poor, dumb fool."

Roi's stomach twisted.

Kyler's tone was dripping with amusement, but beneath it… something else. Something cruel.

"I should probably mention. If you get killed—well, you don't respawn."

Roi's heart stopped.

His body lurched forward again, following his player's next command.

"What?" Roi whispered.

Kyler laughed.

"Oh yeah. The kid's character will respawn just fine. But you? You'll be erased."

Roi's breath hitched.

His body was still moving forward.

Into the heart of battle.

And for the first time since this started—true terror set in.

"WHAT?!"

Roi's mind reeled.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I WON'T RESPAWN?!"

Kyler's laughter rang in his head.

"Exactly what I said, dumbass. You die here, you're gone. Not a fun little respawn back at base. Not a second chance. Just—poof. Game over."

Roi's breath came fast and sharp.

He wasn't supposed to be in actual danger.

This was a game.

A game where players died and came back.

But not for him.

"What kind of broken system is this?!" he growled.

Kyler snorted. "Oh, you're acting like this is unfair? Buddy, the whole point of a game is that someone has to lose. Just make sure it's not you."

Roi's hands curled into fists.

His body still wasn't his. But as much as he wanted to panic, as much as he wanted to rage—

He started noticing something.

The kid controlling him?

Was actually good.

Surprisingly good.

Roi had expected disaster, but the kid was playing well.

Maybe… just maybe… I'll survive this.

Roi's character surged forward, charging into the next fight.

His fists flew.

His broadsword wasn't even the main weapon—it was a finisher. His real strength came from his body.

A punch to the gut. A brutal knee to the face.

Every attack was precise, sharp.

His character wasn't a heavy knight like he originally thought.

It was a brawler.

Skill Activated: Iron Kick

Roi's body spun midair, landing a devastating roundhouse kick to the enemy's side. The force sent them flying, crashing into the ground with a brutal thud.

The kid wasn't just swinging mindlessly.

They were calculating every move.

Roi exhaled.

If they keep playing like this… I'll be fine.

Then—

Something hit him from behind.

Pain shot through his side.

His HP bar plummeted to half.

Roi gasped.

An enemy assassin had slipped past the defenses, striking from the shadows.

The kid reacted fast, smashing the attacker away with a brutal elbow strike to the jaw.

Then—they ran.

Roi's body blurred back toward their base, weaving through the jungle paths, dodging skill shots and traps.

His breath was ragged.

His HP was low.

But—

He survived.

The moment he reached the base, his health bar refilled.

Roi exhaled sharply.

He was still in this.

If the kid played like this—if they stayed careful, smart—

Maybe he'd make it through this after all.

Roi stood still, his body recovering as his HP bar slowly climbed back to full.

His heartbeat hammered in his ears. The shock of losing half his health in an instant still lingered, but he forced himself to focus.

I made it. I survived.

The kid was good.

They knew how to move, when to engage, when to retreat.

The way they used physical combat instead of relying on the sword made Roi realize that this character wasn't a traditional warrior.

It was a brawler-class fighter.

Every movement was built for close-range combat.

Skill Activated: Rapid Strike

Roi's arms moved on their own, his body flickering forward as his fists unleashed a series of brutal punches in rapid succession.

He barely had time to process the feeling of his own body moving without consent before the skill ended.

He exhaled sharply.

Fast. Precise. Deadly.

This wasn't bad.

The kid knew how to use the character properly.

Maybe—just maybe—he'd actually make it out of this alive.

Roi's HP hit full.

His body turned on its own again, heading back toward the battlefield.

The team was winning fights.

The kid was playing well.

For the first time since this nightmare started, Roi felt something close to relief.

"Alright, maybe this isn't so bad," he muttered under his breath.

Then—

A warning alert flashed.

Enemy team activating ultimate ability.

The ground beneath Roi's feet rumbled.

From the shadows, a massive explosion erupted.

And suddenly—everything fell apart.

The explosion rippled across the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath Roi's feet.

Before he could even process what was happening, the enemy team rushed forward.

Fast. Coordinated. Ruthless.

Roi's body moved instantly, reacting before his brain could even catch up. The kid controlling him was quick—dodging, weaving, countering every attack.

A sword slashed toward him—he ducked.

A blast of energy—he sidestepped just in time.

His fists flew, landing solid hits on multiple enemies. The brawler's raw strength was insane, each punch sending shockwaves through his opponents.

Skill Activated: Titan's Kick

His leg swung forward in a brutal arc, smashing into the nearest enemy and sending them flying across the battlefield.

The kid was keeping up.

Even against a stronger team, they were fighting back with pure skill.

For a moment, Roi almost forgot that he wasn't in control.

They're good. I can actually survive this.

And then—

The kid's voice cut through the screen.

"Damn, Wi-Fi is slow."

Roi's blood ran cold.

"Wait—"

His entire body froze.

Mid-motion. Mid-fight.

His legs locked up, his fists stopped mid-swing.

The world around him blurred, lagging.

No no no NO NO NO—

Then—impact.

A spear slammed into his side.

Pain exploded through his ribs.

His HP plummeted.

Another attack. A blade cut across his back.

-30% HP

Then another. A magic blast slammed into his chest.

-40% HP

His body staggered backward uncontrollably.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't dodge.

Because the kid's Wi-Fi was lagging.

"F—"

Another brutal attack smashed into him—

And suddenly, he was on the verge of death.

One more hit.

One more hit and he was gone.

Roi's mind screamed.

MOVE. MOVE, DAMN IT!

But his body wasn't his to control.

And the enemy was closing in.