[Death Transcript: Talent Active] Skill copied: Fog Form (G-rank) Timer: 23:59:46 Permanent Inscription Condition: Kill a target ranked above G-rank Warning: Proceed to higher floors. Liam Null killed a monster with a rock and stole a dead man's skill. The countdown has started. Every system awakening gives you a weapon. Liam gets a faded quill. Scribe, F-rank Civil Class. The worst inscription the Registration Hall had seen in a decade. No combat rating. No dungeon access. No future. But the quill does one thing no combat class can: it transcribes. Kill a monster, copy its skill. The catch? The ink fades in twenty-four hours. To make it permanent, he has to use that stolen power to destroy something stronger before the timer hits zero. Every fight is a countdown. Every stolen skill is borrowed time. And the deeper Liam pushes into the dungeon fantasy the Libraries conceal, the closer he gets to a truth the combat classes don't want exposed: scribes were never meant to serve. They were meant to rewrite the rules. His missing sister. A collapsing world. A progression fantasy built on impossible deadlines and permanent consequences. The clock is already ticking. What would you kill to keep?
