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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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Descent Into...?

"...Cast: Recover…!"

She desperately tried to use the restorative magic on her companion, holding her magecraft-conjuring staff close to the gushing wound.

"Cancel: Magic."

–Again, her magic was snuffed out before she could conjure anything, all done at the snap of the man's bony fingers, backed by his blood-churning grin.

"...No…"

She could hardly manifest the words from her gut through the infallible veil of despair hanging around her.

It continued to rapidly descend in front of her eyes; the life of her friend.

Myung-Hee was profusely sweating, overcoming a flash fever at the continuous, aggressive loss of blood as she kept her hand over the wound in a futile attempt to stifle the loss.

"...Get out of here."

Those words muttered from Myung-Hee's lips confused the silver-haired girl as she sat there on her knees beside her companion, only faintly hearing the laughter and heckles of the two entities of evil who seemed to spectate with interest.