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

Lucen landed in a crouch. Hand snapped up.

[Shockweave Bolt – Fired]

The tracking dart hissed through the air, light-blue, sparking.

Then his spell shattered in its grip like it had never been cast.

Then the thing said, softly, inside his mind:

"You don't belong here, Sovereign."

His fingers flexed slightly, but no sigil formed. Not yet. Not while the thing stood motionless three meters away, the air between them quiet as a broken seal.

The mask didn't change. Still blank. Still bone-pale with that single black slit where the eye should've been. Nothing inside it.

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