When people awaken, their class gets ranked.

F means nothing.

SS means everything.

Nobody talks about SSS ranks, because they aren’t real. Well, they weren’t real until he became one.

Lucen Ivara was fine with staying average. Keep his head down, take low-tier jobs, eat something hot once in a while. That was the plan.

Then his system came online.
It didn’t follow the rules.
There were no guides. It seemed limitless. There weren’t any safety rails he could cling into.

Just a blank interface and a quiet message floating in front of him.

[You are the first.]

Now Lucen is crafting spells no one’s seen before, hiding a class that could get him killed, and trying to scrape by in a city where dungeon breaks, guild politics, and hidden power plays are part of daily life.

He’s not looking to be a hero.

But with power like this, staying invisible might be the hardest thing to do..

Just a flicker of space between things, and Lucen stuck inside it.


His body sat mid-fall, weightless. Pulse suspended. Mana in his chest like a knot that had just remembered how to breathe. And behind his eyes, the system was… struggling.


[CLASS-RANK: SSS — SPELLCRAFT SOVEREIGN]


[INTERFACE OVERRIDE — MANUAL INTERPRETATION MODE]


He could only watch as the interface pulled itself open like someone tearing paper off a burning book. Glyphs bled in reverse. Strings of spellcode folded, then reversed again, like trying to write backwards in a language the system didn't fully understand.


Chapter 97 - Level 20 (3)