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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

Enzo started eating when Miya sat down and the taste of the food was so delicious that he who originally wanted to eat more slowly actually put food into his mouth more quickly.

It's not like he's never had fried rice like this. His older sister often made it but Miya's was definitely much better, on a different level.

"Do you like it?" asked Miya as she watched him eat.

She actually looked happy when she saw him enjoying her cooking.

Anyone who cooked usually always expected others to eat their food with gusto. That's why Enzo had no worries about his image being damaged in Miya's eyes by eating too fast.

"I like it so much that I wish you'd cook for me every day, Sister Miya," he replied happily, as if he was just talking but his words too clearly had an ulterior motive.

Miya pretended not to understand. She chuckled at that and said, "how about you stay here for the night so that tomorrow morning I can cook for you again?"

Courage