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I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

Just try it, i'm sure you will love it :). Update Daily at around 9 AM PST ------------------------- “Wait a minute… why does this truck have no driver-” An average man was hit by two trucks and was suddenly reincarnated in another world with the help of Rher, the God of Fate; but it seemed like this new world he was in had magic, classes, and even a very game-like approach to it? Your class is decided at your birth with no way to change or choose it, and yet here he was, with the [Chosen One] talent and the [Class Wheel] skill, which allowed him to spin the wheel to gain a class every time. And so the first time he spanned the wheel during a fight... "What the fuck is the SSS-ranked 'Domination' class? Never heard of it!" Follow the story of Stark as he faces all the challenges of this world and tries to survive everything and anything that comes at him. ------------------------- WSA 2024 ENTRY! Please show support and gift powerstones if you like the story! 150 Powerstones: 1 bonus chapter 250 Powerstones: 2 bonus chapters 500 Powerstones: 3 bonus chapters Thank you :)

EndKun · ファンタジー
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390 Chs

Main Square, The Moonscorched Sniper

Stark's breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed himself up from the ground, the transparent Crimson Barrier surrounding him flickering, visibly weakened but still holding.

Cracks spidered across its surface, as if one more hit might shatter it completely.

His vision swam for a moment before he steadied himself.

"You okay?" Sora asked, her tone flat and emotionless as usual, though there was a strange undertone that hinted at concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Stark groaned, brushing the dust off as he got to his feet.

His body was aching from the sniper's devastating hit, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Just as he found his footing, another sharp crack echoed through the air.

FWISH! FWISH! FWISH!

Several more bullets cut through the sky, each aimed with deadly precision.

Stark's heart raced, his instincts screaming at him to move.

His eyes sharpened, and his body acted before his mind fully registered.