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

Lei Feng sat quietly atop a small boulder, Stormpiercer resting across his lap like a sleeping beast. His gaze was calm—eerily so—mirroring not the carnage around him, but something deeper, something colder. 


All around, the forest floor was littered with goblin corpses—scouts, archers, warriors, and shamans. The pungent stench of iron and rot clung thick to the air. Limbs lay scattered. Cracked skulls leaked grey matter into muddied earth. Arrows jutted from torsos at awkward angles, their fletching soaked red. It was a grotesque painting of victory, yet Lei Feng sat amidst it all like a meditating monk untouched by the storm. 


> "If it was me before now," he muttered, brows furrowing, "I would've vomited from the sight alone... The stench, the blood, the hollow eyes. I would've felt fear. Disgust." 


His voice trailed into the wind, eyes narrowing. 


> "But now... I feel nothing. Just cold indifference." 


Chapter 47: Grimgut, Ironbelly