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Raymond wakes up in an unfamiliar world, inhabiting the body of a 15-year-old boy who shares his name. In this realm, one's profession defines their destiny, but the boy Raymond now embodies had recently failed to awaken any profession, facing a future of obscurity and ridicule. Confused yet determined, Raymond discovers a mysterious system panel exclusive to him. This system grants him the ability to awaken multiple professions, each unlocking unique powers and skills. However, to access these professions, he must complete specific awakening requirements, setting him on a path filled with challenges and quests.

Embarking on his journey as an adventurer, Raymond traverses vast landscapes, from enchanted forests to ancient ruins. Along the way, he confronts formidable foes, solves arcane mysteries, and forms bonds with a diverse cast of characters—fellow adventurers, mystical beings, and even former rivals. Each trial not only enhances his abilities but also unravels secrets about the world's hidden truths and the origin of his unique system.

Through trials and tribulations, Raymond transforms from a boy deemed a failure into a legendary figure whose actions could reshape the fate of the world. His journey is a testament to resilience, the pursuit of self-discovery, and the profound impact of the connections made along the way.

Adventurer of Many Professions

Nestled between rolling fields and patches of woodland, Budak Village was a modest settlement of dozens of houses, their thatched roofs weathered by time. At the village entrance, a carriage stood parked, surrounded by a gathering of villagers; men, women, the elderly, and even children, all dressed in simple cloth garments. Their expressions carried a mix of anticipation and worry. 


As the carriage door swung open, an elderly man with half-white hair stepped down, greeted instantly by relieved voices. 


"Village Chief, you've finally returned!" 


The crowd surged forward as more figures climbed out of the carriage; two middle-aged men, their clothes stained with dried blood. 


A woman in her forties gasped sharply, rushing toward them. "Stark! Nezer! Are you alright?" Her hands trembled as she brushed against their tunics, fingers grazing over the faded crimson stains. 


Village Commission!