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I Awakened as an SSS-Rank System Maker!

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In a world where your rank decides your fate, and skills shape your future… Lucas Arthur was nothing. Just another C-rank hunter scraping by, doing his best to survive. _____ Not a hero. Not even promising. Just a name on cheap raid lists with high risks and low chances. Then came the dungeon… A deadly B-Class raid. A brutal ambush. Cowardly teammates who ran, leaving him behind with a bleeding friend. But Lucas didn’t run. He chose to stay. To help. And as blood pooled around them… a glowing blue screen appeared before his eyes: [Congratulations! You have acquired the Unique Skill: “System Maker (SSS Rank)”] Then another: [You meet the requirements to grant Andre the System: Evolutionary System] Without thinking… he accepted. Andre’s wounds closed. His strength surged. And in his eyes… a new light. He turned to Lucas and said quietly, but with full conviction: “Your orders, sir?” That’s when it began. A power not given… but created. For every hunter Lucas grants a system, he gains strength in return. Every follower. Every level-up. Every evolving system lifts Lucas even higher. But secrets this powerful don’t stay hidden for long. Kings, guilds, monsters, and things that lurk in the shadows… They want him or want him dead. He’s not just a hunter anymore. He’s a rule-breaker. A fate-maker. A system creator. And as the world burns with greed and unrest, a new kind of protagonist rises… Not chosen by destiny but forged by choice. _______ Spoiler alert: There are other system users. Secret realms. Cold-blooded revenge. Hunters that evolve. And enough twists to make you question: who really holds the reins? The system… or the one who made it? Our MC? He just wants to build an army of followers... _______ * Definitely Power-Ups * Absolutely Followers with evolving systems
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