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Chapter 2: The First Target
PREVIEW
... mattered in this world. It's what defined us. People didn't care about who you were or what you dreamed of. They cared about your system—what job you'd been assigned. Your value was determined by it. And mine?
Mine was worthless.
The system didn't give me a boxer's reflex or a lawyer's persuasion. No. It gave me Unskilled Laborer. Rank F. The lowest. Every day, I woke up, dragged myself to another back-breaking day of work, and felt the weight of my curse grow heavier.
I ...
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