

Clyde Sullivan had lived as the cherished son of the Sullivan family until Miller's return exposed him as an imposter. When Miller framed Clyde for their grandfather's accident, the family turned their backs, condemning him to three years in a rehab center. Upon his release, his family treats him with indifference—Winona rejected him as a brother, Miller basked in triumph, Zack met him with blistering contempt, and even Yvette's fleeting sympathy couldn't override her allegiance to Miller. Bearing both physical scars and the burden of a prosthetic leg, Clyde came home to unrelenting condemnation. Sherry, a woman Clyde once adored but who is now close to Miller, breaks Clyde's heart. Trapped in a web of family betrayal and cruelty, Clyde found himself utterly alone, adrift in a sea of hostility with no compass to guide his future.

One hundred years ago, games invaded reality and the era of universal class changes began. Genius Zane Morgan becomes a laughingstock on Awakening Day when he only obtains the lowest-tier common profession:Warrior. Just as revenge seems hopeless, he activates the Infinite Drop Rate System. Kill any target and receive 100% of all items it can drop!From that moment, the trash warrior quietly rises. Divine equipment,skills, and hidden classes fall into his hands effortlessly. He solo-raids forbidden zones, crushes prodigies, and in the globally-watched apex battle, slays the demon attempting to destroy civilization with his mortal body. When peace returns to the world, everyone finally realizes Zane didn’t awaken a profession; he awakened the ultimate authority to rewrite the world’s rules.

My brother-in-law, Timmy Lynch, racks up 50 million dollars of illegal gambling debt but leaves my contact information behind. By the time the interest snowballs to 100 million dollars, the debt collectors show up at my doorstep. After I persuade them to leave, my wife, Celia Lynch, and my mother-in-law, Meryl Unwin, finally come out of the room. Celia's face is pale as she says, "Let's get divorced. I'd rather leave with nothing. Your gambling debts are your own problem, so don't even think about dragging me into this." No matter how many times I explain that it was Timmy who bet on an underdog team and lost, she refuses to believe me. Meryl even slaps me across the face and roars, "Not only are you trying to trick my daughter into paying your debt, but you're also slandering my son? Listen to me, Celia—divorce him immediately!" Then, she turns to me and says, "I might as well tell you the truth now. Celia is pregnant, and the baby's father is your buddy. Just give up already and sign the divorce papers." Wait, what? I literally just won a 100-million-dollar prize from winning a World Soccer Tournament bet last night. I was going to ask if they need help covering Timmy's debt. How did this suddenly turn into a full-on divorce? Fine, then. They can pay back his massive debt themselves.