What if one day, you woke up and the world’s end happens?
What if one day, you just realized that once life you used to live, change abruptly because you need to survive? Well, the plot seems to be like in a manhwa, right? A world where chaos and apocalypse feature making up in your mind?
Well, that could be better if that thing happens in the story Manhwa creators does.
Yet, what if… that imagination they created became your significant reality? What kind of life will you be having?
“Status window.”
In a quiet place, I enchant a word I always been used to say. In front of me, a virtual reality like status window appears.
Name: Gilbert delos Reyes (Lv.100) Magic 400,000/400,000 (+12,400)
Class: Jack-of-All-Trades (S) Titles:
HP: 200,335/200,335 (+2000) The One who belongs to the Mist
Agility: 1000/1000 (+34000) Mastery Class hoarder, Non-available trait.
Stamina: 4,500/4,500 (+100) The Mastery of None
Int: 112/112 (+25) Venom Drinker
He who sought to learn everything
Mastery of None (Passive) Seeker of New Skills
Swordsmanship (A) Jack-of-All-Trades, Masters of None.
All of the indicated titles I acquired from the years of adventuring. I never thought that this day would happen.
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“The trait holder of Jack-of-All-Trades, never thought I would get this strong.” I mumbled to myself. It’s been 4 years since I got an awakened skill. Standing at the collapsed building fallen to the dune, a lot of hoarded monsters; orcs, goblins, hobgoblins and emperor orc has been surrounding me.
All of them have their levels from 200 to 250. They’re bellowing, scowling while looking up to me. Swiping my arms in the air, the status window vanishes.
“I never thought that this day will come. A fight with a lot of enemies higher stats than me.”
My cloak blows by the wind, looking down on them. “Hope you all are ready to face me.” I move a step closer to the precipice of the building and shows a snicker. “Mist.” I mumbled.
On the thin air, I suddenly vanished. My skill, “Mist,” can be used to attack someone while hiding my presence. I learn this by mastering the skill of “Assassination.”
The hoard stops from growling, sensing through their ears where my presence is. One moment, one from the hoard slits its throat and blood splashes. It collapsed on the ground, its body twitches.
“One down.” Appearing from the middle of the hoard, I smirk while holding a Rambo knife filled with blood. The whole hoard froze as they saw me smirking. They growl loudly, giving the war cry.
Each of them attack from all sides. Their weapons pointed on me. A loud growl they give off, readying to fight or die in this moment. I throw the Rambo knife from one of the soldier attacking near me, hitting straight on the head.
Under my cloak are pair of Khukuri blades connected with chains. The chain has 25 meter length, enough to cut enemies from the distance. Spinning the blade from the air, I throw it from the enemies approaching, decapitating their heads before they could attack me.
The sound of slashing flesh, as well as their loud cries heard. Everyone finds their way , attacking me in different sides to distract myself.
But as I am always been through this fight many times before, their pattern of attacks won’t have an effect for me. From each sides, they make their way; in and out of my blind spots.
“Think you all can win against me?” I snicker. From my waist, I get my customized hand gun. “Let’s go have some fun!”
Pointing the nuzzle to their heads from afar, I pull the trigger. Both of my hands occupied as I run away. Each of them falls before one another, yet still their cries heard from the distance.
“All the goblins are gone. Yet there are still Hobgoblins and Goblin champions. Also the Orcs and the emperor orc.”
If I’m still the old me, I would be in a true danger now. The old me who isn’t known about the skill. The me who thinks about nothing but how failure I am. Sweat drops on my face.
My breathe becomes ragged. Yet, I can still feel the strength in me rising up. “You punks don’t know how to surrender, huh?” I speak, my lips show a sinister smile. “All right. Since you’re all here, let’s go make it out!”
Each words I speak gives them a taunt. Their eyes in red glows as they run to attack me. My final weapon, “Claymore of Destruction.”I picked it under my cloak and holds both the hilt and handle.
Their loud roars heard like a roaring thunder. Their stomps shake the ground, making my stance wiggle a little. But I won’t be discourage. Because right now, all the traits I’ve been mastered is in full capacity.
I let out a loud cry as well, facing the adversaries with my sword in hand. Clashing through their position, I swing my sword three times in the air. Their bodies dismembered as they let out an agonizing cry; they fall on the ground.
The carcasses of monsters left, tainted in their blood. I stand alone, on this field of carcasses. On my hand is the blade I acquired through my adventure years. “Now, it’s done…” I utter.
My body feels the exhaustion. I can sense that my knees are wiggling. I’m still far from reaching a decent level for an adventurer.
But now is another accomplishment. My name is Gilbert delos Reyes, and this is how, a Jack-of-All-Trades trait holder like me, rise up on the adventurer class. This is the story, of the awakened skills of the Jack-of-All-Trades trait holder that rise to the top.
