Classroom Of The Elite Year 1 - Chapter 431 - 4: What the Class Lacks

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Since he was a child, Isaac was unable to improve his strength no matter how much he tried, like he was cursed by the Gods.

One day, a massive snowstorm struck the peaceful city of Snowstar, wreaking havoc in a peaceful community. Young Isaac was wandering alone in the forest when the snowstorm struck, seeking adventures and excitement, but instead, he found something else that completely changed him and his future.

Several years later, Isaac suffered an incident caused by his jealous classmates, which bedridden him for several months, but after the traumatizing experience, doctors thought that it would take him years before he could overcome his trauma, but against all odds... He overcame it in 2 weeks!

Being heavily sheltered and protected by his family after the incident, Isaac's life seemed dull and kind of boring, but then... The highly anticipated VRMMORPG White Online was released. Without thinking twice, Isaac bought the cheapest VR Helmet available and entered the new world with almost zero expectations, but excited nonetheless.

This is the story of Isaac Whitelock, who will rise from being a protected and weak individual to being one of the sole hopes of the entire Human race.

[Connecting...]
[Welcome to White Online!]
[Legacies awaits you!]

[Do you want to be a Legacy Carrier or Casual Player who history won't remember?]
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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

In a world where dungeons loom like dark secrets and monsters stalk the land, Rem’s awakening shattered the status quo. A surge of raw power flooded his veins as the Monster Monarch System bound itself to him, unlocking a terrifying potential.Each heartbeat echoed with the promise of countless souls waiting to be absorbed—skills, abilities, and monstrous strength ready to be claimed.Fuelled by an insatiable thirst for power, Rem set out on a deadly quest, driven by one singular goal: to rise above the chaos and stand at the pinnacle of the world. With nothing but the deadly abilities granted by the System, and a burning will to crush any who dared stand in his way, he carved his path through savage lands and ruthless mages.The hunt for strength never ends. The battle for supremacy has only just begun. Rem’s eyes are set on the throne of the Monarchs, and the Monster Monarch System will ensure nothing stands between him and his destiny.The grind was eternal...

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.