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Fifty years ago, the world changed forever when Earth was mysteriously connected to the Primordial World, a reality that operates like a game.

This world can only be entered by Awakeners—people who have awakened with special powers. However, out of fifteen billion humans, only one million have this privilege.

Enzo, a poor young man with no connection to the Primordial World, should have had no chance of becoming an Awakener.

However, against all odds, he awakens... and more than that, he gains an innate skill unheard of before—the ability to make skills with only his imagination.

In a world where power determines everything, how will a nameless young man carve his own path?

Skill Maker in a Game Like World

Hearing him agree, Miya quickly tried to climb onto the back seat of the motorcycle.

However, it didn't seem to be easy for her as the seat was too small yet too high for her not tall build.

Unfortunately, she was not a woman with an athletic body.

If it was Rebecca, she would have been able to climb onto the back seat of the motorcycle easily.

Enzo felt like laughing when he saw her.

He didn't want her to be embarrassed, so he helped her.

"Madam Miya, put your right foot there first," he said, pointing to the footrest below.

When she put her right foot there, he grabbed her body with two hands on each side, looking like he was hugging her.

This was not an option, but the only way.

After that, he lifted her body up which felt heavy even for him after becoming an Expert due to his lack of physical strength.

This was because the woman's body was very dense and plump.

Miya's House