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I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- A hundred years ago, the virtual and the real merged, unleashing countless monsters across dimensions, revealing mysterious dungeons, and heralding the descent of dark gods upon humanity. The world entered an age of darkness. A century later, John transmigrate into this era of universal awakening, awakening the SSS-level talent [Divine Favor Tome] and transitioning into the god-tier class [All-Class Magus]! In an era where skills could only be acquired through relentless effort, he was born with lvMax skills. In an age where crossing class barriers was deemed impossible, he alone could learn the skills of all classes. In a time when humanity was on the brink of extinction, he effortlessly overpowered the contemporary geniuses and subdued the myriad gods and demons. Years later, John stood atop the constellation of stars, overlooking the mortal realm. Gods bowed their heads in respect, and demons knelt in submission. Countless beings eternally sung praises of his name. ---------------------- WSA 2024 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

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Chapter299-The Secrets of the Rose Hotel

John said nothing, merely offering a slight smile as the person beside him respectfully departed.

At that moment, Silver Tear glanced at John and then around at the others before speaking in a hushed tone.

"I always feel like there's something off about this place."

Dark Fox couldn't help but laugh as well; truth be told, he felt the same unease but couldn't quite articulate it.

It seemed as though the people here were too accustomed to their presence.

If today had been just any ordinary day, they wouldn't have minded, but the circumstances of their outing were indeed peculiar.

Walking alongside them was a person carrying a severed hand—what normal person would consider that to be perfectly normal? Yet, everyone at this place seemed remarkably composed.

Either everyone in the Rose Hotel was aware of what was truly happening, or such incidents were so frequent here that they had become unremarkable.