Some people are born lucky. They get the skills, the fame, the glory. The Tower opens its doors and they walk in like it was built for them.
Confucius Kim is not one of those people.
He is an F-class hunter with zero skills. No talent. No potential. No future. He spends his days watching the star hunter Flame Emperor conquer the Tower like it is a red carpet laid out just for him. Confucius watches from the bottom, bitter and forgotten.
Then one day, he receives an ability.
He can copy other people’s skills.
There is only one catch. He has to be killed by them first.
Now the weakest hunter in the world has the most broken power imaginable. Every death is a lesson. Every murder is a gift. Every enemy who kills him gives him the tools to surpass them.
Confucius Kim will die a thousand times. He will climb the Tower one corpse at a time, and every corpse will be his own.
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