Weakest To God-Tier Class

Weakest To God-Tier Class

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Ren Arclight was born with the weakest class in the realm-the Synthesizer, a class mocked as nothing more than a garbage collector. While others wielded blades and fire, Ren could only scavenge scraps, bones, and broken relics. Bullied, ridiculed, and discarded, his only wish was to belong. That hope shattered when the adventuring party he trusted betrayed him, casting him into the depths of a monster-infested dungeon as bait. Left to die, Ren discovered the hidden truth of his class. The Synthesizer was not weak-it was limitless. By fusing scraps, relics, and monster remains, he forged weapons, armor, and even an artificial eye that granted him vision beyond human limits. Each battle scarred him, but each struggle carved him into something stronger. From the bottom of the abyss, Ren clawed his way upward. Floor by floor, monster by monster, he survived, crafting wonders from the broken and the discarded. The deeper he descended, the greater his power grew. Once branded trash, Ren now walks the path of a creator feared by gods themselves. To rise, he must climb through blood, fire, and betrayal-until the day the world learns the truth: the weakest class can become god-tier.
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Kael Morrigan is nineteen years old and already broken. In a world where Gates tore apart reality and flooded seventy percent of Earth with monsters, there are no countries left-only Sectors. Walled fortresses where humanity's remnants huddle behind concrete and pray the next Gate doesn't rupture before the Hunters clear it. Seventy-two hours. That's all the time between survival and annihilation. Kael isn't a Hunter. He's a porter-the lowest, most expendable piece of the industry that keeps humanity alive. Every morning, Gate sirens wail. Every day, the countdown begins again. Every night, Kael comes home with contaminated lungs, bleeding hands, and barely enough to buy protein paste and recycled water. The Hunters call him deadweight. The corporations see him as replaceable. His neighbors avoid his eyes because they know he's just another corpse waiting for a Gate to claim him. But Kael gets up anyway. Binds his ruined feet. Shoulders his pack. Walks into the monsters' den. Not for glory or hope-those luxuries died with the old world. He does it because two girls in a freezing room need him to come home alive. In a world drowning in nightmares, survival isn't heroic. It's just refusing to quit when quitting would be easier than breathing. This is the story of how far one man will break before he's finally free. == If you'd like to support my work, you can check out my Patreon; it'll have advance chapters for free. Patreon.com/akibo

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