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Trash Awakening, F-Rank Copy Passive Talent

Raymond Koto works at his uncle's photocopy shop. Ray's job wasn't too difficult, but he often felt bored. To alleviate his boredom, he would read comics and fantasy novels from Japan, Korea, and China. Moreover, he also watched videos, whether for entertainment or education. One time, Ray was reading a thesis that he had printed for a customer. This was a normal routine for Ray as he often read the materials customers had ordered before they picked up the items. However, he stumbled upon a set of strange words that piqued his interest. As he muttered the words, he began to feel unusual sensations. Suddenly, he experienced a headache and found himself transported into the body of a high school student in another world. This new world was filled with monsters, superheroes, supervillains, and other strange and interesting things. Ray was no longer bored with his life, but he felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He didn't want to get lost in this fantasy world and end up achieving nothing. Therefore, he began to try new things and work to enjoy and maintain his small life.

Ampas_Tahu · Fantasie
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110 Chs

Little Progress

Chapter 95.

The pickpocket deftly employs the talent that has sustained him throughout the years. Gracefully, he removed several valuable items from Ray's person without Ray noticing. Ray remains vigilant, paying close attention to the pickpocket's every action. However, Ray harbored deeper intentions beyond merely discovering the mechanics of his missing belongings.

In the depths of his consciousness, Ray utilized the Tesseract to document every unfolding event, aiming for a more profound understanding of the pickpocket's skills and abilities. Despite having amassed a substantial record previously, he still sought assurance.

Ray yearned to understand the inner workings of pickpockets and what makes them so adequate at thievery. He had never managed to replicate others' talents in his actions, even though he knew all the steps. It felt as though there was a missing piece, and he was uncertain when he had made that pickpocketing motion.