DelzGB

[The first arc is about obtaining the system, so please be patient and give the story a try! I promise it will be worth it.] 
In a world where gods have erected a worldly monument, the "Tower of Yggdrasil," people are drawn to its impossible challenges. This towering structure pierces the heavens, concealing both unimaginable beasts and priceless treasures within its unforgiving depths.

Enter the realm of "Adventurers" – daring souls who ascend the Tower's brutal floors in pursuit of glory. The fortunate ones secure the sponsorship of gods, gaining their Blessings to wield divine power in the face of peril. Yet, amidst this celestial lottery, Bastian, an unfortunate adventurer, remains unblessed, navigating the treacherous terrain with only caution and cunning.

As Bastian teeters on the brink of death, a mysterious voice intervenes, offering him a lifeline: [Prometheus System Awakened]
Becoming a chosen “Invictus”--a person chosen as the champion of their god, he finds himself in the ranks of legends, having to learn all too quickly to adjust. 
He must defy the odds, unravel the mysteries of Yggdrasil, and face the trials that await beyond the clouds, making either ally or foe of other Invictus, and the gods that dwell in Yggdrasil.

Tower of Yggdrasil: From Zero To Godhood

Even without a knife, the unhinged person hardly felt dulled as he flipped around, lunging towards the adventurer with a look of bloodlust flooding his eyes.

The follow-up by the sludge-bleeding man was met by a swift cut in as Bastian ducked low, pushing off his foot to take the offense for himself.

"That one again?!" Rudiger asked with a pressed smile, flipping his body back.

Bastian pursued with the swiftness of a bolt guiding his rapid steps, only to press his boot against the dry grass to bring himself to a sudden halt.

A feint, meant to grant himself but a few meters of space as he reached to his hood. Drawing a hearty breath into his lungs, he tugged the cowl over his face, vanishing without a trace.

"Hiding in the shadows? Only an amateur relies solely on his eyes on the hunt," Rudiger breathed out, "Your stench is enough–heugh!"

Unshackled Flesh