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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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Edge of Despair

It was a difficult, tight movement, but he managed to unsheath the dagger, holding it with trembling, anxious fingers as he carefully flipped it around, holding it in such a way that its sharp edge pressed against the ropes tied around his wrists.

Come on…! He thought.

Periodically glancing up to make sure the fiendish cultists weren't looking at him, listening to the grumbles of the demon and the cheers and chants of the followers, he began rapidly cutting away at his bindings with his dagger.

He summoned all of his strength and all of the speed that he could, biting away at the rough, tightly-wrapped ropes before finally–they were cut away.

His eyes widened in surprise in triumph, not wasting the opportunity as he quickly did away with the same bindings around his ankles.