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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 · Fantasia
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408 Chs

Aphex's Finally Getting Serious, Too Many Powerful Skills!

Aphex spat blood, his silver hair disheveled and his fury uncontained.

His crescent blades lashed out in a wild frenzy, but Stark's teleportation kept him untouchable.

The crimson spheres blinked across the battlefield, creating an intricate dance of destruction that even Aphex couldn't predict. 

"You're starting to piss me off!" Aphex roared, slamming his hand into the ground.

The battlefield rumbled as he unleashed [Gravity Flux], creating a gravitational pull that slowed Stark's movements.

But it was too late.

Stark had already reached his last crimson ball, teleporting and then landing his final blow, his fists glowing with crimson energy as all six arms punched Aphex simultaneously.

-1,447,836!

The force of the impact sent Aphex hurtling across the battlefield, his body carving a trench through the ground as he skidded to a halt.

Dust and debris settled as the damage counter tallied up.