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Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.

Sanseiu · Fantasy
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Fight in the Shop

"What's interesting, friend? You gave me a mission, even though I don't know what to do!"

It's impossible not to rebel. He also assigns a strange passive ability and then makes fun of it by putting his hand on his chin.

"Don't whine, if you can complete it, you'll get one of the best passive abilities in its class, and it'll go well with your weapons as well. You are the luckiest ones, anyway. Your Passive skills will be a class better than the others!"

The master of the breadcrumb spoke while looking at my hands. It looked like it was going to go on a little longer, but someone started shouting over my right ear.

"What, if I take the quest now, will I gain a weaker passive skill than the others?"

Toraman immediately processed the information he had just heard, and when he saw it was not in his interest, he tried to object.

"You've stepped right on it. Get your feet up, bud!"

Would these ears hear this joke again? Unfortunately, they did, from a laid-back shopkeeper.