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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!

DelzGB · Fantasia
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258 Chs

Yeong-Un: Origin -- The Devil Middle-Schooler (3)

Of course, he took some time from school as a bereavement. Even after being released from the hospital, he was still to stay in bed as he had healing ribs, a fractured cheek bone, and a body still mostly in recovery.

"Want anythin' to eat?"

The question came from Binna, who stood in the doorway to his room.

From the first day his sister tragically left, Binna was there–ready to be there for him.

Binna was always like a member of the family. A second sister. I was sorry at that time, but…I appreciated it a lot, he thought.

He slowly shook his head, laying in his bed silently.

Binna looked at him for a minute then turned away back down the hall.

Most days went like that. I just sat there in bed, bein' sorry for myself day-and-night. For some reason, I managed to hold it all in fairly well–I did my best not to shed tears in front of the doctors or at the funeral, but…when I walked in front of the mirror that one day, he thought.