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Dual System: Ascension of A Nameless Nobody

WPC #256 - Magic, Gold Winner -- Jeong-Hui, a teenager with no accomplishments in life, spends his days in solitude, living alone and gaming most of the day. That is, until a world-shaking revelation descended on Earth. The one proclaiming to be "God" informed humanity of their failure as a species, and that Armageddon would begin. However, as a means of giving those worthy of continuing on a chance, "God" introduced the "Armageddon Game", bestowing a special system onto every person of the world. The system grants each player the abilities of Angels, reminiscent of an RPG as experience, stats, and level-ups are all present. Though, as a person who lived a unfulfilling life as a lowlife and a coward, he begins his journey as the bottom-of-the-barrel start: level one. Those who reach level twenty within the six month time period will be allowed access into "The Tower"--however, what awaits in the mysterious, heavenly tower is unknown. Not intending to die after living a failed life, Jeong-Hui strives to reach the Tower, using his knowledge as a MMORPG player to ascend. As an assassin-class and a martial artist class, he utilizes both the "Angel System", widely available to humanity, and another, unique system available only to himself to combat the trials in the way of his journey. -- Want to support me? You can do so here! --> https://ko-fi.com/delzgb DISCORD: https://discord.gg/ph6qfFknqe --WARNING-- This story shows depictions of extremely graphic events. If you're adverse to traumatizing events, gore, death, and such things, this might not be the novel for you. Otherwise, please enjoy!

DelzGB · Fantasy
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Hellish Chase

Before he could jump back, the minotaur instantly lifted its greatsword, swinging it towards him with a length that allowed its edge to sweep across the entirety of the room almost–bisecting the spear-armed demon that entered as well.

SLAM.

It was the final straw that broke the camel's back; the minotaur's weapon crashed against the barrier, finally prompting the barely-held wall to shatter.

From all sides now, dozens of demons closed in all–bearing their weapons, their fangs, and their immeasurable thirst for violence as some laughed, some roared, and some simply smiled in delight at finally being able to get their hands on him.

–But, amidst the impossibly dreadful situation, closed in by a horde of hellborne fiends, he was ready.

A dark aura hummed around his daggers as his emerald eyes took to a focused dim.

"Parade of Death."

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