[A/N: no harem, no ecchi, no NTR, no yuri, no damn short lived fulfillment. If you're here for these, then you probably don't want to add this to your collection]

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Let me be honest with you.

I'm Ren Mora. Weakest student in Silvic High. No ability, no rank, no business being here. For almost three years, I've been everyone's favourite punching bag. Which, honestly, takes more skill than people give me credit for.

Then I died. Briefly. And apparently, that was enough to qualify me for a system.

Not the generous kind that hands you godlike powers and a harem. The inconvenient kind, that throws me into life-threatening tournaments, assigns me a holographic guide with zero sympathy, and calls becoming stronger a process.

I've beaten bullies. Survived gang ambushes. Walked into a rival school and started a fight I probably shouldn't have. And somewhere between all of that, I ended up with an S-rank ability nobody can explain and a best friend I refuse to admit I had until it was too late.

Now there's a government academy, a conspiracy that runs deeper than I want to know, and a system that's been lying to me since day one.

Graduation can't come fast enough.

[Avenger Upgrade Plan: 3000 souls = 1 Rune Upgrade]


If you're the kind of person who wakes up every morning with the dream of eventually opening your eyes to a random system interface, I'd advise against that. It's math. And mentally, it was draining even when you weren't half dead against a dormitory wall.


Four blue boxes. A three thousand soul rune upgrade. I could use the rune to complete a sword upgrade, but whether that was going to matter in the face of actual death was debatable. At that moment, I was two wrong steps from actual death, and the sword was somewhere on the other side of the room.


Chapter 43 - Breakfast Can('t) Wait.