With great powers, comes a great harem!

Fifty years ago, a voice unknown and unheard of, befell all over the globe, reaching toward every existence and echoing to the very last corner. Some treated that voice as the divine message sent by the deity who ruled over everyone, however upon listening to the content which the said voice worded out, mostly everyone changed their views. In summary, what the voice warned everyone about was…

Apocalypse.

Since the population of several worlds has gone so haywire that the supreme ones took some decisions and that was mass cut off. Naturally, they could have just wiped off half of humanity or maybe more, to bring the balance, but no, deities like games and entertainment are their fuel so an arrangement was done on that day.

13th September 2020.

The world system, the Council of alliance republic, and all the major governments were shaken up to the core from the above-mentioned date forward, nothing was left in their control. A war began and this time not only two countries or two alliances were annihilating each other rather they were fighting together to save their planet from getting wiped off.

From whom you ask?

As earlier mentioned, the Supreme Ones were concerned with several worlds, and thus to weed off some numbers, Dungeons were created.

Dungeon.

Like what has been mostly known in Korean comics, these were actually two-way portals that allow the residents on either side to use the portal the very next moment it summons. And neither side of the dungeon is a random dimension but a living world unknown to their counterpart.

Soon monsters, inhumane creatures, and varmints whose existence has never been recorded until this date began to appear and the process of weeding began as well.

To save the rest of the human populace, the first site where the Dungeon appeared was nuked. A small city in Vietnam that was. Naturally many lives were sacrificed but at that time it was considered mandatory for a better future.

However, what people kept their eyes shut for was the cruelty that the supreme ones carried since soon the whole planet became the nest of dungeons. No country was safe nor were any land divisions. Chaos ensued on a massive scale with thousands of lives subtracting every hour.

The otherworlders were merciless murderers who lived for either dominance or just to annihilate whatever comes in their path. World Governments tried to subdue as much as they could but once the upper councilmen got caught in the crossfire, things began to crumble down thereafter.

In a time of utter despair, heroes emerged.

Wielding the power of a supernatural phenomenon, they were able to fend off the danger with equal or sometimes overwhelming strength. More than half of the population was already massacred by that time but finally, after what felt like an eternity, ten years went by when finally a subtle sense of peace returned to the blue planet.

Soon this magical essence which further was named mana began to spread across masses and apart from the first-generation heroes, a new era of warriors emerged who were able to defend their home world while standing like an
unbreakable pillar.

Though the government held no such powers as it did in the past due to the inability to help its citizens in their worst, the overall administration and management were still in their hands. The face of a country was still its government but the backers of such organizations were the real deal after years of revolution.

Guild formation was something that was brought to light abruptly. A union of several warriors gets assigned to dungeons and gets paid in return along with the external wages they get from their respective guilds. Not to talk about the residue of battle or remnants of otherworlders, sells for a high price.

Soon major and minor guilds were established with one administrator all of them under a certain jurisdiction and affiliated with the government. The National Hunter Organizations.

Pretty cliché for someone who has been introduced to the world of fiction but that is how it was.

The world slowly and steadily changed. Various warriors awakened their skills at an early age and got trained in specialized academies which provide tutelage for those who excel in their distinctive field. There was a very minority of the populace who were not able to awaken their skill or remain on the lower side of the category which helped in overall growth and development.

The first-generation heroes became legends and the new ones are currently in the making.

Unlike in the past, you don’t have to study half your life and work like a mad dog for the rest of your life for a stable living, but it all depends on your skill and talent, and a lifetime’s worth of fortune might not be impossible to obtain through a single dungeon.

Warriors, mages, healers, assassins, sages, tanks, and many jobs were classified and granted to those who fell under the category of one. According to your skill and power level, your tier is decided and your job class is printed over your virtual card.

However, there were some people as well, who despite having the capability to manipulate mana, were unable to get a job and earn through dungeons.

For example, a young teenage boy in high school has the skill to switch his clothes according to his memories but the skill was limited to only that. No offense nor any defense comes with the package and more to it, the user can only change clothes for himself but not anyone else.

As you may assume, it’s me.

And this story is about, how I, a total nobody and a loser outcast, gained new skills in this weird ass world and reached the heights which once I could only dream of.

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