C.M. Orji

OmniClass Awakener: Rebirth to Power

Lei Feng was just an ordinary university student—until a deadly train robbery ended his life.

But death wasn’t the end.

He awakens in a new world where ancient magic clashes with futuristic technology, where Awakeners wield unimaginable powers, and monstrous beasts roam the wilds. Reborn in the body of Ling Chen—an orphan cast aside by his adoptive family for failing to awaken a Magic Class—Lei Feng is beaten, betrayed, and left for dead.

His fate seemed sealed… until the OmniClass God System awakened within him.

In a world where power determines worth and only the strong survive, Lei Feng is no longer bound by limitations. With the ability to unlock every Magic Class, wield multiple elemental affinities, and evolve endlessly through battle and quests, he holds the potential to rise beyond all others.

But the world teeters on the edge of chaos.

Old grudges resurface. Powerful factions clash. Elves, beastkin, demons, and humans prepare for war as the fragile peace crumbles.

Amidst the storm, Lei Feng will rise.

From the ashes of weakness, he will be reborn.
From the chains of fate, he will break free.
And in the face of overwhelming odds, he will carve his name into legend.

The battle for legacy, vengeance, and supremacy begins now.

OmniClass Awakener: Rebirth to Power

Chapter 41: The Storm You Didn't Prepare For 


The main hall of the Ling Ancestral Manor was a cavernous vault of stone and silence. Polished obsidian tiles reflected the flickering amber glow of flame-lit sconces. Tall ancestral portraits loomed from every wall—solemn eyes of those long dead watching the living with austere judgment. The air was chilled, not by cold, but by formality—by generations of power concentrated into this singular room. 


Eight figures sat around a long, obsidian table carved from a single slab of volcanic glass. Each seat bore the likeness of a beast—tiger, serpent, hawk, dragon—emblems of their lineage. Their robes shimmered with the subtle gleam of enchanted silk, and their expressions were veiled in the kind of silence that said everything. 


At the head of the table sat Ling Zhejiang, Patriarch of the Ling Family. 
