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Skill Creation in the Fantasy World

Imagine a system that would let you create any skill you could imagine. Being the best at whatever you dreamt of becoming. Felix, who thought his whole life would remain average and ordinary despite hating it gets an unescapable chance to encounter the Legendary Truck-kun. Knowing it was a chance to change his life, which was a repeat of struggle every day, he happily accepted his ticket to Isekai. Waking up in the body of a wounded boy in a fantasy world, the boy finds out that his fate seems miserable. After nearly experiencing something worse than death, he finally awakens the Great Skill Creation System. Creating skill after skill that lets him achieve his goal, Felix treads upon the darkest of secrets and conquers a myriad of worlds with his trustful comrades. Watch how he changes the fates of everyone and the universe on his mystical journey. ===== Tags: System, Magic, Dark, Cunning Protagonist, Academy, WeaktoStrong, Harem, R18, War, Conquer, Guilds, Villains, Clans, Kingdoms, etc. This will be a slow paced story with many characters, adventures, conspiracies, mysteries and much more. Join the discord link below to join the discussion and submit your creative skills here. Discord: https://discord.gg/TTSQda6Uxw =======

Seraphinn_ · Fantasy
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The Last Battle.

Under the eyes of the many spectators, Warren smiled and dashed ahead wielding his long sword.

He ran across the stage and reached Felix before attacking him.

Felix was already in a defensive stance, and seeing his opponent approaching him, he stepped forward blocking the attack.

Their clash of swords sparked the beginning of their battle as the crowd started yelling out words of encouragement.

Henry looked on at the battle and remained confused as to what Felix was doing.

'He could finish this battle instantly, so what is making him hold himself back?'

There was no one to answer his doubts so he sat still, intently watching the match go on.

On the stage, Felix and Warren had already exchanged a few swings and were starting to get a little serious.

'This man's not bad...'