
eBook by Samson Chui
Ren Varrow was never the hero type — a quiet alchemist who kept his head low while others chased glory. But when a top guild lured him into a lethal dungeon and stabbed him in the back, his story should have ended. Instead, it rewound. Thrown back to Day One, before the Tower rose and before the betrayals, Ren knows what's coming: secret quests, hidden mechanics, and a ticking clock that ends with Earth's destruction. Armed with future knowledge, he's ready to rewrite everything — from building a guild out of nobodies to crafting mythic-grade potions to surviving a hundred deadly floors.

Ren Varrow was a quiet alchemist who kept his head low while others chased glory. When a top guild lured him into a lethal dungeon and stabbed him in the back, his story should have ended. Instead, it rewound. Thrown back to Day One — before the Tower rose, before the betrayals — Ren knows what's coming: secret quests, hidden mechanics, and a ticking clock that ends with Earth's destruction. Armed with future knowledge, he's ready to rewrite everything. Ren is done playing nice. The Tower's coming, and this time he climbs first.

The Scrap Rats finally have a home base — and a target on their back. Dungeon spawns are shifting, guilds are sending spies, and the in-game economy is breaking down. Ren isn't a hero. He's a regressor with a potion empire, a bunch of orphans to protect, and just enough foresight to stay one step ahead. To survive, he'll need to weaponize every crafting edge he's got — brew synergies, profession exploits, and the hidden rules of the System. He's not here to save the world. He's here to rig the game until it pays him.

The Scrap Rats are rising — and so is a world-ending dragon. Ren was just a cowardly alchemist hiding behind potions and excuses, but when a global event drops a world boss into their lap, the guild needs more than a healer. They need Super Ren. The Tower is changing. The game is bleeding into the real world. One way or another, Ren is going to stop hiding in the shadows and become a person the Districts can't ignore.

The dragon action gets bigger, nastier, and ready to burn the world down. Ren is getting richer, Herald is in the mix, and the District Historical Society has just picked the wrong alchemist and professor combo to mess with. With more worldbuilding, nastier politics, and answers to questions nobody wanted — including where a gloom sprite even came from — plus a full rat cavalry stampede, District 1 is starting to look a lot more like District Ren.

The Scrap Rats are growing — Ren the cowardly alchemist turned Super Ren, Mira the Cryopyre Mage running the Guild, and Kanuka and Folo holding down the Patch inside. Ren has recruited the Church of Purity to spread the message that Towerbound is not just a game: it's going to merge with reality. With Marco setting up secret bases around the world and the Tower's emergence drawing closer, the Scrap Rats need to be ready for when this whole dystopian nightmare spills over into the real world.

The Tower has merged with the Districts. What started as a game is no longer contained — mana behaves differently, the Deadlands are no longer just a boundary, and every District feels the shift. Ren finds himself fighting on two fronts: holding onto what he's built and navigating escalating politics that threaten to outmaneuver him. Council maneuvering intensifies, corporate interests tighten their grip, and the stakes become personal. The rules are evolving, and no one fully understands what the Tower ultimately wants.

Towerbound's world and the real Districts have fully collided, and everything gets louder. Wild mana fluctuations hammer every region, twisting rules nobody thought could bend. The Prosperous Guild is still irritating and still convinced they can buy their way to relevance. Through it all, the Scrap Rats do exactly what everyone expects — schemes, potions, risky brilliance, victories that look accidental but aren't. Ren keeps acting like he's just navigating a game, but everyone around him is starting to notice he's running out of excuses for how often he pulls off miracles.