BeMyMoon

When people awaken, their class gets ranked.

F means nothing.

SS means everything.

Nobody talks about SSS ranks, because they aren’t real. Well, they weren’t real until he became one.

Lucen Ivara was fine with staying average. Keep his head down, take low-tier jobs, eat something hot once in a while. That was the plan.

Then his system came online.
It didn’t follow the rules.
There were no guides. It seemed limitless. There weren’t any safety rails he could cling into.

Just a blank interface and a quiet message floating in front of him.

[You are the first.]

Now Lucen is crafting spells no one’s seen before, hiding a class that could get him killed, and trying to scrape by in a city where dungeon breaks, guild politics, and hidden power plays are part of daily life.

He’s not looking to be a hero.

But with power like this, staying invisible might be the hardest thing to do..

SSS Rank: Spellcraft Sovereign

Just the drip of water from somewhere unseen, and the sound of their own boots hitting stone. One step. Then another. Then twenty more.

The corridor narrowed again before it opened.

Lucen stepped past the last archway and paused.

The chamber ahead wasn't huge. Not like the grand hall upstairs. This one felt closer. More personal. Like it had been carved by hand. For something specific.

Stone columns ringed the edges, each etched with vertical slashes and runes faded to scratches. The floor was smooth. Polished in a way that didn't make sense. Like no one had ever touched it, and yet it had been walked for centuries.

Knight (1)