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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Sora's Final Struggle

[Revive Token used since host is dead!]

[Stark has been revived!]

Stark instantly opened his eyes, his body hurting all over.

"Fucking hell…" he slowly got up, sitting on the ground as he observed ahead and held his head as it felt like it was splitting in two.

Even though he was revived, in comparison to the one of the [Chosen One] talent which didn't hurt one bit, getting revived by the [Revive Token] was actually quite painful.

Memories of everything that happened so far went through his head: the warden's act, his sudden transformation and calm demeanor, then the fact Stark saved Sora by taking in the chain instead of her since he needed her to defeat the boss.

"…" the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the darker the vortex in his eyes became.

He played all those moments in slow motion in his head, over and over and over… until he was tired of seeing them.