But from that chaos, hope emerged. People began awakening strange powers, gaining classes and abilities. The world adapted. Guilds replaced armies, Hunters became national treasures, and the Tower—an impossibly massive structure that appeared at Seoul Station—became the ultimate trial for mankind.
Kyle stood before the grand gates of Korea’s most prestigious academy, his fingers trembling slightly.
This was the place where legends were born.
Children of top guild leaders, heirs of ancient martial clans, and descendants of high-rankers walked these halls. Kyle, however, was different. An orphan of a dungeon break. He got in through a government quota—his ticket was pity, not pedigree.
But still, he held hope.
There was an unwritten rule across the world—people awakened their class when they hit level 10. But this academy was different. Armed with rare relics and powerful artifacts, they forced early awakenings, giving students a head-start with their class to begin elite training as soon as possible.
For once, Kyle thought, he was getting an equal chance.
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He stepped into the Awakening Chamber, surrounded by golden runes and a mysterious relic pulsing with light. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the system message.
Then—nothing.
No light, no warmth, no sound. Just silence.
When Kyle opened his eyes, the artifact had dimmed. The instructor’s face twisted in confusion, then slight disgust.
[You have failed to awaken a class.]
[Status: Classless.]
A gasp echoed around the room. Then the murmurs. Then the laughter.
"Wait, is that even possible?"
"He failed? In this academy?"
"That’s what you get for letting orphans in through charity quotas."
Kyle didn’t move. The message floated in front of him like a scar. He wanted to scream, to cry, to disappear. But he didn’t. He just clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
And then it got worse.
His two closest friends—those who stood by him, laughed with him, trained with him—they stepped forward for their turn.
The chamber lit up again.
[You have awakened: Mystic Spellblade (Epic Class)]
[You have awakened: Chrono Healer (Rare Class)]
The room went silent again—but this time, in awe.
The same orphans. The same quota. But they awakened powerful classes. Even the instructors were visibly stunned.
“Kyle…” one of them began, but he didn’t wait.
He left the chamber.
That night, Kyle didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. His dreams had shattered, and in their place was a fire he couldn’t put out.
From that day, Kyle became the first to wake up and the last to sleep. He trained like a man possessed. His hands bled from swinging swords. His body trembled under physical drills. But he didn’t stop. Not once.
Where others had talent, Kyle had grit.
No one remembered the classless boy who walked out of the chamber in shame.
But they would.