Riski_Bambang

Humans of Earth were transported to the Divine Sky Realm, a world brimming with fortune and danger.

In this celestial domain, humanity now dwells upon floating islands, ascending as rulers. When else will you get the chance to be a king and vie for supremacy?

The system bestowed powers upon chosen individuals, granting limitless luck. Lein, an ordinary office worker, received the SSS-rank talent - Infinity Duplicate.

There was nothing in this world that he couldn't duplicate, not even god-tier materials. The path to becoming the strongest lay before him. Yet, Lein knew all too well that it required a process.

Even the gods needed a process to create the universe.

The Divine Sky Realm offered a fantastical life that Earth's humans had always dreamed of. Soaring through the skies, shattering mountains, rising to the pinnacle in all endeavors. But humans remain humans, wherever they are, driven by their innate nature: greedy and unaware of their limits.

Humans believed they were the sole inhabitants of the universe, thinking only they received the system's fortune. But reality proved otherwise. Other races in the universe were granted the same blessings, without distinction. In fact, the human physique was considered low-tier.

Races like the Wood Elves, Dwarves, Goblins, Dragons, and countless others possessed bodies that defied the heavens from the outset. Could humans survive in the Divine Sky Realm? We can only hope for the best.

The humans found themselves in a realm where dreams and nightmares walked hand in hand, a place where every desire and fear took form. Floating islands became their new kingdoms, a testament to their newfound power and ambition. Lein, an unremarkable man back on Earth, now wielded the power of Infinity Duplicate, a gift that could make him invincible.

Floating Island - Triple S Talent

"We did not come here to cause trouble," Rakar's voice echoed through the grand hall, reverberating off the majestic stone walls.

His gaze burned with an unextinguished fire since his previous defeat. "I only wish to reclaim my honor that was tarnished! The Iron Fist Sect will not leave without a rematch!"

He stepped forward, his body tense, revealing the taut muscles beneath his robes. "I challenge anyone in this academy to prove that your methods are not superior to ours!"

On the other side of the room, Vice Headmaster Periaki let out a long sigh, as if he had anticipated facing a situation like this. His demeanor remained calm, though his eyes hinted at a trace of impatience. "The duel you seek serves no purpose, Rakar," he said steadily. "This academy is not a place for personal rivalries or for satisfying someone's ego. Your previous defeat was a fair outcome."

Looking for justice