Supreme Fate-breaker System!

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[Supreme Fate Breaker System]

•─────⋅☾ Host's Details ☽⋅─────•

[Name: Ethan Drakethorne]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 17]

[Title: None]

[Physique: Mortal]

[Affinity: None]

[Soul: 1]

[Fate-Breaker Points: 0] (Threshold: 100)

•─────⋅☾ Stats ☽⋅─────•

[Strength: 10]

[Stamina: 12]

[Agility: 11]

[Defense: 10]

[Intelligence: 15]

[Soul Defense: 0]

[Luck: 0]

•─────⋅☾ Hall of Skills ☽⋅─────•

[Hall of Skills: (2)]

•─────⋅☾ Missions ☽⋅─────•

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Ethan studied the panel, his eyes lingering on the numbers.

"Alright," he muttered. "Strength, stamina, agility, defense, intelligence. Pretty standard. Soul Defense and Luck are both at zero, though. I'm guessing those will be important later?"

[Correct. Soul Defense protects against spiritual attacks or influences, while Luck increases the likelihood of favorable outcomes. Both can be improved through specific methods or Fate-Breaker Points.]

"That makes sense," Ethan muttered. "And the Hall of Skills? It says zero."

[The Host currently possesses no active skills. Skills can be acquired through missions, training, or Fate-Breaker Points.]

Ethan reached out instinctively, his finger hovering over the glowing text. The system felt natural, as though it had always been a part of him.

He leaned back, taking it all in. This was no ordinary system. It was overpowered, yes, but it required strategy and effort to unlock its full potential.

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As he stared at the glowing panel, a flicker of determination crossed his face. This was a second chance—not just at life but at reshaping his destiny. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he would face them head-on.

Ethan clenched his fists. "Let's do this."

This world promised Ethan something he had craved his entire previous life—excitement. The kind of thrill that made his heart race, the kind that made him feel alive.

Back on Earth, he had experienced fleeting moments of it, but nothing truly lasted. His days had fallen into a dull monotony, no matter how varied his life seemed. Treating his first patient had been exhilarating. The rush of saving someone, the gratitude in their eyes—it was intoxicating. But after thousands of patients, the thrill faded. It became routine, no different from any other mechanical task.

So he sought excitement elsewhere. He turned to the pleasures of life, indulging in flirtations, dating multiple women at once. For a time, the thrill returned. The chase, the charm, the laughter—it gave him the rush he was looking for. But even that, like everything else, grew stale.

Then Claire fell ill.

Claire wasn't unique among the women he flirted with, at least not at first. He didn't know if he truly loved her any more than the others. But when she became sick, something shifted.

It wasn't just the challenge of curing her—it was the desperation. She became his focus, a beacon of excitement in a life that had lost its spark.

He threw himself into her case, convinced that he could save her. He had saved so many others; why would she be different? At first, it fueled him. The idea of curing her filled him with a burning determination. He needed to succeed.

Not just for her sake but for his own. The thought of losing her—and the excitement she brought into his life—was unbearable.

But then reality hit. The prognosis was grim, her days numbered. For the first time, Ethan felt powerless. It wasn't just about her illness anymore; it was about his inability to overcome it.

Those became the darkest days of his life. The desperation, the sleepless nights, the crushing weight of failure—it consumed him.

Now, sitting in this strange new world, the memory of those days felt distant, like a shadow looming just beyond his reach. He exhaled, the sound filled with a mix of relief and lingering regret.

"Thank God it's all over," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I really hope she's alright… wherever she is. Even if I feel little to nothing now, it'd be nice to visit that world again."

The thought of returning to Earth briefly flickered in his mind, a quiet longing buried beneath layers of apathy. He sighed, leaning back, lost in his own musings.

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His eyes sharpened as an idea struck him. If this system really is as powerful as it claims… maybe there's a way.

"System," he said aloud, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity, "can you grant me the power to transcend dimensions? To warp through worlds?"

The system responded almost instantly.

[At a level, yes.]

Ethan's lips curled into a grin, sharp and determined. "Then I'll do it. I'll get stronger, fast. If there's even a chance, I'll take it."

The glint in his eyes burned brighter. The possibility of reaching such heights, of holding that kind of power—it was exhilarating.

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His thoughts turned to the one responsible for his situation.

"Loki," he muttered, his voice cold as steel. "God of Mischief and Woe, huh? I'll remember you for the rest of my life."

His fists clenched, the memory of the chaos that god had wrought still fresh. But beneath the anger was a spark of something else—ambition. If Loki wanted to meddle in his life, Ethan would make sure he wouldn't regret it.

"This world," he whispered to himself, "might be just what I needed."

With that thought, Ethan stood, his grin unwavering. This world wasn't just his second chance—it was a stage. A stage where he could grow, conquer, and find the thrill he had been searching for all his life.

*****

An hour later...

Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the glowing system panel in front of him. The mission was simple enough:

[Mission: Spend 2 hours practicing sword forms in the training yard.

Reward: +1 Strength or unlock a low-tier sword skill.]

He scoffed lightly, leaning back against the headboard. "Practicing swordsmanship, huh? I guess even a system as powerful as this has to start somewhere."

The faint hum of the system in his mind carried a sense of expectation, urging him to move.

[Host's readiness to fulfill this mission is… debatable. Perhaps this is an opportunity to sharpen your nonexistent skills.]

Ethan rolled his eyes at the system's subtle jab but couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright, I get it. Let's see what I can do."

Him too was actually excited to do stuff like this as he didn't have the chance to do it in his past life