My Lowest Rank Class Executes S Ranks
On the day the world ended, I died with an S-Rank’s blade in my back.
A few minutes earlier, they were still calling me useful.
Then the last line collapsed, the sky split open, and the strongest hunters in humanity either ran, betrayed us, or died where they stood.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the awakening hall, eighteen years old, staring at the same stage, the same officials, and the same people who would one day sell the world for power.
And I got the same class.
Executioner.
In my first life, that one word destroyed everything. Low rank. Terrible stats. No future. People laughed, teachers gave up on me, and guilds looked straight through me.
What none of us understood back then was that Executioner was never meant for monsters.
It was meant for the awakened.
Now I can see the cracks inside a person’s class, the rot hidden in their talent, and the fatal conditions hanging over people who think they can never fall. If the moment is right, I can pass sentence.
Ranks can be broken.
Skills can be severed.
Even S-Ranks can die.
Last time, I watched the strong drag humanity into the grave.
This time, I’m the one holding the blade.
Table of contents
Latest Update5
Chapter 5: Vent the Channel2026-04-08 16:35
Latest Updates