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I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

Just try it, i'm sure you will love it :). Update Daily at around 9 AM PST ------------------------- “Wait a minute… why does this truck have no driver-” An average man was hit by two trucks and was suddenly reincarnated in another world with the help of Rher, the God of Fate; but it seemed like this new world he was in had magic, classes, and even a very game-like approach to it? Your class is decided at your birth with no way to change or choose it, and yet here he was, with the [Chosen One] talent and the [Class Wheel] skill, which allowed him to spin the wheel to gain a class every time. And so the first time he spanned the wheel during a fight... "What the fuck is the SSS-ranked 'Domination' class? Never heard of it!" Follow the story of Stark as he faces all the challenges of this world and tries to survive everything and anything that comes at him. ------------------------- WSA 2024 ENTRY! Please show support and gift powerstones if you like the story! 150 Powerstones: 1 bonus chapter 250 Powerstones: 2 bonus chapters 500 Powerstones: 3 bonus chapters Thank you :)

EndKun · Fantasy
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Second Target: Heartless One

Stark stood among the wreckage of his battle with Eternal Regret, breathing heavily, his eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield.

The message flashed before him and every other participant:

[Eternal Regret has been killed by "Chosen"]

[6 Participants Alive: Chosen, Sora, Lilith, Follower, Clever, and CEO.]

[4 Monsters Alive: Mayor, Butler Trio, Tormented One, Heartless One.]

He didn't waste a moment, and he didn't care about taking a break or anything of the sort.

There were still monsters to take down, and he wanted to do it quickly.

As he turned, he caught sight of Sora and Lilith struggling against a towering figure with black wings: the Heartless One.

They were keeping their ground, but their breaths were heavy, their movements slowing.

A bit farther, Clever faced off against the Tormented One, moving in sharp, precise strikes that seemed to almost mock the creature.