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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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The One Who Forges Crimson

"Head. Head. Head."

The Head Hunter repeatedly said in its emotionless, bellowing voice as it walked forward, causing Yeong-Un's boots to slide back through the shallow depths of the Blood Swamp.

"...Ngh…!!!"

It was obvious what sort of state Yeong-Un's body was in by one glance; he was covered in cuts and bruises as blood seeped down his forehead from an unseen gash on his scalp.

Yet, he possessed the same, unflinching vigor as always, pushing himself to the brink while Sol looked on in horror.

"...I'm not stoppin'! Not ever! Not until…we reach a good endin'!" Yeong-Un proclaimed.

With that proclamation, said from the depths of his being, to nobody in particular but to bolster himself, Yeong-Un dug his boots into the brittle soil in the swamp, doing his best to push back against the overwhelming strength of the devil.

"Head! Head! Head!"