Nameless King
Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.
New Rating
The fight was not long at all, but it was enough to understand Wain's approximate strength.
"Well, well, who would have thought the newcomer would be so capable? I'm even sorry his opponent turned out to be Joar." Vincenz muttered while shaking his head, "However, this is great news! The more strong fighters, the better, isn't it?"
Whoooooosh.
Joar's name on the stone slab lit up in red flames as a crown appeared over Wain's.
"Hmm... How curious..." The man with thick black hair muttered in a thoughtful manner, "He moves well, but he only used physical strength. I definitely need to see more."
"I agree!" The woman beside him exclaimed as she stood up, "Nameless, fight some more!"
"Ah? What makes you think I'm going to do that?" Wain asked as he tilted his head.
"Huh, I don't believe you're going to stop there!" The woman said while pointing to Wain's stove.
Instead of - ????, there were now several numbers that denoted his Rating.