In Danmachi with a juggernaut system

The sun was beginning to rise, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold, but Alex Carter would never see it.

He lay motionless on the cold pavement, his body twisted at an unnatural angle, his hoodie stained with blood. The city around him carried on as if nothing had happened—cars sped by, streetlights flickered, and the distant sound of laughter echoed from a nearby bar. But for Alex, the world had already faded to black.

Just twenty-four hours ago, he had been alive, laughing with his best friend James over pizza, complaining about how broke they were. "One day, man, we're gonna make it big," Alex had said, shoving a greasy slice into his mouth. "No more shitty jobs, no more landlords knocking for rent. Just us, living the dream."

But dreams had a cruel way of disappearing.

He hadn't meant to take the shortcut through the alley. He'd done it a hundred times before—cutting behind the old warehouse, climbing the chain-link fence, slipping past the flickering streetlamp on 5th Avenue. It was faster than walking three extra blocks home.

He never saw the guy coming.

A flash of silver. A voice—low, threatening. "Give me your wallet."

Alex hesitated. He didn't have much—just a few crumpled bills, a bus pass, and an old photo of his mom tucked in the pocket. But hesitation was a mistake.

Pain. Sharp, searing pain in his stomach. His hands flew to the wound, warm blood spilling between his fingers. The man was gone before Alex even hit the ground.

He wanted to scream for help, but his voice wouldn't come. The alley was empty, the city indifferent.

His mind drifted—flashes of childhood memories, the smell of his mother's perfume, the sound of his brother's laughter. He thought of James. He thought of the life he would never get to live.

As the world blurred around him, the rising sun cast a golden glow over the alleyway.

Alex Carter took one last breath.

And then—nothing but darkness, "Where am I?" Alex confused and frightened looked about but only saw darkness wherever he glazed, as he was contemplating and scream appeared in front of him.

"Greetings player please select the following"

Name: None

Race: None 

Age: none

Hight: none

Power/skill none

New world: none

the list just continues and at the end, a randomizer is at the bottom along with the finish button

Alex was now very confused when it dawned on him that he had truly died and is this a second chance by some god or what as much as he would like to live in his fantasy he didn't want to leave his family and while Alex was considering it a female voice spoke.

"You can not return to your home world for you have died so host please insert the required info so that we may send you to your new life don't worry your mother and brother are fine and lived a full life after your passing and the man that killed you was found and imprisoned."

Dou Alex is both sad and happy for his family he understands that he can't return and he is just there staring at the screen wondering what to pick but he doesn't know what to choose so he chooses the randomizer just to see what he can work with.

Alex now looking at the creator's screen.

Name: Zyren Valthorin

Race: Lyvarian (Wolf Demi-Humans)

Age: 16

Hight: 6`2

Power: juggernaut system

New world: DanMachi

Backstory:

Fenrir Vaelthorn was born and raised in Vaelridge, a small, secluded Lyvarian village deep within the northern forests. Unlike the bustling streets of Orario, his home was quiet, and peaceful—a place where the moon shone brightly over endless trees, and where the people lived as hunters, traders, and storytellers.

Raised by his grandfather, Eldrin Vaelthorn, Fenrir grew up hearing tales of the world beyond the trees. His parents had died when he was young, lost to a harsh winter, but his grandfather filled the void with wisdom and warmth. Eldrin had once been an adventurer, and though he had long retired, his teachings remained.

At age 16, Fenrir had grown restless. He wanted to be strong, to prove himself worthy of the stories his grandfather told. Eldrin, sensing his grandson's desire, sent him away for training with a distant friend, a retired warrior who lived two days' travel away.

For three months, Fenrir pushed himself, learning discipline, endurance, and survival. He imagined returning home stronger, ready to take on the world.

But when he finally returned to Vaelridge, he found only ruins and silence.

The village was gone, burned to the ground. Homes were reduced to ash, and the once-familiar scent of pine now reeked of death. Bodies lay in the streets, their lives stolen by merciless bandits. Among them, in the remains of their family home, Fenrir found his grandfather's body, sword in hand, as if he had fought to his last breath.

Grief consumed him. He wandered the ruins for days, burying the dead, calling out for any survivors. But none remained. His home, his people—everything was gone.

Alone, lost, and without purpose, Fenrir left the ruins behind, setting his sights on Orario. He did not have power. He did not have a grand destiny.

But he had a name to honor, a past to remember, and a future to carve out for himself.

He would become strong—not for vengeance, not for blood, but because he refused to ever be powerless again.

And so, he walked into Orario with nothing but his name, his will, and the echoes of a life stolen too soon.

Alex was reading all this and chose to only change his name everything else seems good and he remembers when he and his brother watched this show and quite enjoyed it so he will stick with it and the juggernaut system why not just think about a walking tank charging through tides of monsters seems awesome to him.

So Alex changes to his normal name and the backstory is still the same now after that is settled he starts his new journey and presses the finish button and then a bright light shines and after a while, he opens his eyes to see him standing in front of a road surrounded by a forest with a sigh that says Orario on it.

Alex pulled off the metal shield on his back and looked at his appearance

.Build & Height:

Alex stands at a solid 6'2", with a bulky, powerful build that speaks of years spent in rigorous physical training. His frame is thick with muscle, broad-shouldered and stocky, not built for speed but for raw strength and endurance. His arms and legs are thick with dense muscle, and his chest is wide, shaped from constant labor and survival in the wild. He moves with purpose, each step deliberate and filled with a quiet strength that is hard to ignore.

Skin & Fur:

Alex's skin has a natural dark bronze tone, marked by the sun and weathered from years of hard living. His fur, typical of a Lyvarian, is most prominent along his back and down the sides of his arms. It's a deep charcoal gray, almost black, with silver highlights running along his spine and shoulders. These silver streaks glimmer slightly when the moonlight touches them. His fur is thicker than most Lyvarians, a product of his physicality and constant exposure to the harsh environment.

Eyes:

His eyes are a striking amber—rich, warm, and fierce, with a deep golden hue that reflects both strength and sorrow. They seem to see everything, constantly scanning their surroundings with the predatory precision of a wolf. The pupils are slitted, making them perfect for seeing in dim light. His eyes often carry an intensity, as if he's always calculating the next move or preparing for the next fight.

Hair:

Alex's hair is thick, dark, and unruly, the same deep gray as his fur. It's a bit longer, reaching just past his shoulders in a wild, unkempt style that gives him a rugged, untamed look. The strands are often caught in his eyes, which he brushes aside absentmindedly. There's a certain wildness to his hair, reflecting his nature as a survivor.

Facial Features:

Alex's face is strong and angular, with a broad, square jaw and a slightly prominent brow, giving him a constant air of determination. His nose is straight and slightly wide at the bridge, a remnant of his Lyvarian heritage. His lips are often pressed into a firm line, rarely betraying his emotions. His face has a few battle scars—a long scar across his right cheek and a small nick near his lip, reminders of past conflicts. Despite his rugged appearance, there's an underlying vulnerability in his eyes, a quiet sadness that hints at the loss he's suffered.

Ears & Tail:

His ears are large and pointed, covered with dark gray fur that matches the tone of his hair. They're alert and expressive, often twitching or swiveling at the slightest sound, reflecting his keen senses. His tail is thick and bushy, almost as long as his torso, and is a prominent feature. The fur on his tail is the same deep gray, with silver-tipped ends that shimmer faintly in the moonlight. It sways with his mood, stiff when he's focused, relaxed when at ease, and uncontrolled when he's in battle.

Alex then inspected his gear and supplies he wears simple leather armor a brown tunic with leather pants a black belt on my left hip a simple iron mace a pouch of a few valis that are this world's currency and a satchel hanging on his back with a basic sleeping bag and dried jerky and a water pouch that can last a few that and including his iron shield it is not a heavily as Alex would have thought.

"Now how does the system work.." Alex muttered then a blue screen with my stats show

 "Alex Vaelthorn"

Level:1

Exp: 0 / 100

STG: 10

IND: 13

INT: 8

STA: 10

MAG: 6

LUC:8

Race traits"

{Wolf's Instincts}-

Alex has the heightened senses of a Lyvarian, especially his sense of smell, sight, and hearing. In the wild, his instincts guide him, and he can track creatures, locate hidden enemies, or even detect subtle shifts in the environment that others might miss. He's particularly attuned to danger,

{Greater strength}

As the name suggests grants greater strength and resistance due to race

{Night Warrior}

His Lyvarian heritage makes him stronger at night, and he fights with a primal energy that surfaces when the sun sets. His senses are sharper, and his body moves with a fluidity that's almost otherworldly during the night hours.

{Natural tong}

allows Alex to speak the common tongue and have an understanding of the language and writings of this world.

Juggernaut Skills

{Thick skin} Level 1 0 / 100

Skin is 5% resistant to blunt attacks.

{Blunt weapon user} level 1 0 / 100

Attacks with blut weapons do 5% more damage

{ Host can unlock or empower skills by gathering Exp by either killing or doing Quest }

{Equipment}

{Basic leather Armor} +5 defense

(Cloth tunic} 20% Resistance to cold 

( Basic leather pants} +2 defense

(Hide Boots) +1 defense

{Iron mace) deals 13 damage on hit

{iron Shield} +10 defense

Alex was quite pleased at what he was seeing and thinking about the system that he has now he will focus mostly on defense after all why not?

While Alex was musing over it the system gave him his first quest.

{ Reach Orario and become an adventurer }

Reward: 100 Exp and choice of skill

Do you Accept yes / No

Alex thought that he was lucky because this was his original plan in the first place and accepted the quest, that is how his journey began, and started walking down the road with joy at this new interesting life.

Alex walked on the road for a few hours and spotted a carriage up ahead that seemed to be stuck and went over to see

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( Heads up I am not good with English so go easy on me for my grammar }

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