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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!

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Comradery Returns

There wasn't a moment where those deep, amethyst eyes devoid of emotion weren't looking at him; from every angle, Ash watched him.

"Cutting Smoke."

"Scathing Billow."

"Mist Pulverization."

Three skills were invoked at once, coming from three of the variations of the Winged General that faced off against him; by this point, he'd long since lost track of which was the original Ash.

Three skills? Hah! No mercy! He thought.

Burrowing towards him, a tunnel of smoke that sliced up the lifeless soil hissed with malice from his front; to his right, a bountiful sphere of the black smoke erupted in his direction, unleashing heat waves that caused the wilted grass to be carried off as ash.

Worse, the third skill was born from behind him from the clone of the Winged General that had somehow gotten behind him.