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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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"Kehehe…Got you, pretty one…"

The long-armed figure continued to laugh, letting his tongue hang out as it dropped down, salivating in an abhorrent delight.

"Xiaodan!" He yelled out.

"--I can't get my foot out!" Xiaodan called out, glancing back.

Shit…! He thought.

Against his better judgment, he placed Eunji down carefully against the wall before drawing his daggers, rushing in to assist his comrade.

Even though he was charging towards the lanky, tongue-hanging man with his daggers drawn back for a strike, the player killer didn't flinch–shifting his eyeless gaze towards him as if welcoming the attempt.

"Come on…!" The maddened invader taunted him.

He gritted his teeth and closed the distance, swiping the sharp edge of his black-steel dagger against the man's throat.

Splash.

There was no solid connection; as if swiping his weapon through water, there was no damage done, and no impact felt.

"What the…!?" He let out.