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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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258 Chs

The Yearned For Signal

"Ripper!"

[Spirit: -200 | 3700/3900]

The onslaught of slashes came swiftly, using the adrenaline flowing through his veins to amplify the strength of his attacks as he etched them across the Defect's back.

But, there was once again a futile display on his end.

–Not even that? He thought in surprise.

As sparks swayed in the air in the aftermath of his swift slashes, he looked upon the creature's back amidst his fall, seeing its pale-white flesh begin to morph, twisting and melding into a new shape.

Tubes? Spikes?--No! He realized.

Plating his boot against the Defect's back for a foothold, he initiated a vanishing step, but not before the shapes on the Exterminator's back took the form of a dozen small barrels–BOOM.

Pellets shot out as smoke exuded, shooting outward just as he blinked away.

"...Ghh…"

Drip. Drip. Drip.