My Formula 1 System - Chapter 413: A Circuit Is Not A Grave

Aziz, a young orphan, had always known there was something different inside him. Despite the achievements and the luxury that surrounded him, he felt empty — as if something essential was missing.On a silent night, lost in thought, he fell asleep in search of answers.Little did he know that would be his last night in this world.——-Guys, this is my first time writing a novel. Support me with a gift if you can.

Eternal battlefield descended, and the reality transformed into a hellish place for those who couldn't awaken a class and those who were lucky enough to awaken were known Awakeners.When living beings turned Eighteen they might awaken their class and gain the ability to wield mana at their fingertips. Awakeners would venture into the Eternal battlefield to fight for survival, gaining godlike strength in the process.Dawn reincarnated into this world, strangely while just a few days old, he successfully awakened the Superhero class as a result he was forced to venture into a dangerous world with an infant body.Thankfully for him he managed to unlock some unique skills which allowed him to survive and thrive.....[Ding! New Class Achievement unlocked][Grade - Epic, Gazing into the eyes of Death with a smile][Have a near brush with death 1,000 times in succession in a span of a few days. Young hero, Death had been chasing you but you have been faster][Your efforts have been awarded, young hero, and a new skill has been unlocked.][Nine Abyss Laser Eyes Level 1 - Launch a laser ray with temperature exceeding 1,000 degrees Celsius at your target.]

Ashlock awoke in the courtyard of a demonic sect… as a tree.

A tree that eats people.

And one that grows stronger over time due to a daily sign-in system and cultivation.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.