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Awakening:The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

Passing through the world after nuclear war on Earth, all humans fall into a game called "Transcendence". Through games, people can gain the power to move mountains and seas. The strong can cross the void or the universe and do anything they want. Stel had been in this otherworldly place for eighteen years when one day, he woke up with the ability to "Evolve Every Day." Various talents? Evolve! SSS-class "Descent of the God," all attributes doubled, resurrection from death. SSS-class "Soul of Arcane," all magic cast without conditions, power doubled, ignoring the opponent's defense. What about different skills? Evolve! "Fireball" → "Flamestorm" "Wind Blade" → "Storm of Death"... And what about different professions?Evolve! Treasured items? Evolve! Pets? Evolve! By the time Stel stepped out of the gaming pod and back into reality, the entire universe was already at his feet. ---------------------- Update Daily! 9 AM PST Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Whisk92 · Fantasy
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The Star Falls! A Strike to Kill!

"If you two are not intending to marry, can we discuss this further?"

"Don't do something that'll hurt yourself." Mark quickly tried to mediate, his face pale with fear.

The explosion of this bomb would leave no one alive here!

The surrounding players, initially just spectators, couldn't help but speak up now.

"Look, Miss Daphne, we have no quarrel with you."

"Don't detonate it! Please, we beg you! There are specific targets for grievance. This has nothing to do with us!"

"Why would you kill us too?"

"How about this, Miss Daphne, you and Miss Teresa take the bomb and leave. No one will dare to stop you."

"Yeah, once you're back at the base, with your backgrounds, Eric and Mark wouldn't dare lay a finger on you!"

The other players present, including some who had reached the two-class level, were on the verge of tears.