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After removing the sheets from my bed and placing them on the floor, I headed straight to the bathroom. The nightmare I had experienced left my body and the clothes I was wearing soaked in sweat.

I walked out of my room towards the bathroom. Just as I had guessed, there was no one at home. My parents had gone to work, and my sister had gone to the magic academy. They didn't even bother to wake me up.

Why do I even have a family like them? It would be much better for me if they didn't exist at all. At least then, as an orphan, I would receive money from the magic academy.

The magic academy is an institution that was established when towers and dungeons appeared in the world. As you can guess from its name, it strengthens individuals whose talents have awakened by teaching them magic. They do this unconditionally because they are in need of powerful people.

Although the tower does not pose a danger to the outside world, the dungeons are a different story. There are two types of dungeons. The first type is renewable dungeons. They are relatively easy to clean and constantly regenerate. This regeneration makes the big guilds drool with anticipation.

If renewable dungeons are not cleaned within a certain period, they disintegrate, releasing monsters to the outside. Since the monsters inside are weak, when renewable dungeons disintegrate, there are very few casualties.

The real problem lies with the one-time dungeons. The monsters inside are very strong and numerous. Once these dungeons are cleaned, they disappear. Even though there isn't a constant reward, the bounty for cleaning them is very generous.

If one-time dungeons are not cleaned quickly enough, they disintegrate, leading to significant casualties.

Apart from these dungeons, there is also a tower. The tower may not be dangerous to the outside world, but the tests inside are very perilous.

According to what is taught at the magic academy, the tests inside include competitions, killings, one-on-one battles, or high-stakes wars. This means that if you're going to enter the tower, you must not be afraid to kill.

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To be honest, I'm not afraid of killing. In fact, if I were strong enough, I would definitely kill a few people. That's just how this world works. If you're afraid to kill someone, you can't become stronger.

Well, let's get to the main question. If I'm not afraid to kill people, then why can't I become stronger?

"System," I murmured.

As I spoke, a blue digital window appeared in front of me.

**[System Window]**

Name: Dante Valtenebre

Race: Human

Class: None

Level: F-

Strength: F-

Durability: F-

Speed: F-

Will: G-

*[Abilities]*

a) Class Abilities: None

b) Race Abilities: [Jealous]

c) Unique Abilities: [****** of ****]

When a person undergoes an awakening, they acquire the system, gain a class, and their power automatically becomes greater than that of an ordinary human.

This was not the case for me...

Two years ago, when I was 16, I experienced an awakening. It was incredible and very exciting. At the same time, it was the day that made my already nightmarish life even worse.

When I awoke, I did not gain any class, and my power did not increase at all. It was as if the system didn't care about me. As if I had awakened by mistake. Adding to all this was my nearly non-existent willpower statistic, which dashed all my dreams.

For those who have undergone an awakening, willpower represents their potential and how talented they are. Normally, this statistic should be at the lowest [E-] level. In fact, not only the willpower statistic but all my other statistics should have been at least at that level.

I am definitely not normal.

At first, I didn't take these things too seriously. The reason was my unique ability, whose name I couldn't see. But for two years, it didn't contribute anything to me.

"I still remember the day I told my family about my awakening... They looked at me with hopeful eyes. But when I told them I had no talent, their hopeful looks turned to disgust. I wish I didn't have a family. I hope they die in an accident..." I said, looking at the bathroom wall.

"Here I am, talking to myself again... I must be crazy," I added, tilting my head down to let the water hit my head.

I had no friends other than myself. I embraced that. Even now, I was thinking to myself, as if someone could read my thoughts...

I am so pitiful...

"Why don't you commit suicide? It would be better for everyone."

These were the words said to me by most people at the magic academy, even the woman who was supposed to be my mother.

Suicide... It always crossed my mind. But I didn't do it, no, I couldn't. Not because I was afraid, but because if I did, I would prove those who said those words right.

"One day, I will make them pay for these words," I whispered and walked out of the bathroom towards my room.

The magic academy would start in half an hour, and being late would be bad. Although I couldn't become stronger, I was gaining knowledge at the academy.

I quickly dressed and left the house with swift steps.