Rising Of The F-Class Hero

I was running for my life, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The Demonborn behind me was closing in, its massive claws tearing through the ground with every step.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and the sound of its guttural roars. My legs burned, my lungs screamed for air, but I couldn't stop. Stopping meant death.

And then, just as I thought things couldn't get worse, something else roared in front of me.

I skidded to a halt, my eyes widening as a massive creature emerged from the shadows. It looked like a T-Rex, but twisted and corrupted, its skin a patchwork of dark scales and glowing veins.

Its eyes burned with the same malevolent red as the Demonborn behind me. The System chimed in my head, cold and unfeeling.

[New Threat Identified: Abyss Monster - Level 3 Demonborn]

"Are you kidding me?!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the strain.

I was trapped between two monsters, each more terrifying than the last. My mind raced, searching for a way out, but there was none. The Level 3 Demonborn behind me was closing in, and the one in front of me had just noticed my presence.

But then, just when I thought my day couldn't get any weirder, the unthinkable happened. The Level 3 Demonborn, which had been sizing me up like I was its next snack, suddenly locked eyes with the Level 1 Demonborn chasing me.

It was like some twisted monster version of a rom-com meet-cute, except instead of awkward small talk, they were growling at each other like two drunk guys at a bar about to throw down.

I didn't stick around to see who made the first move.

I dove behind a crumbling wooden hut, my heart pounding so hard I was pretty sure it was auditioning for a drum solo. Peeking out, I watched as the Level 3 Demonborn lunged at the Level 1 with all the grace of a freight train on roller skates.

Claws tore through flesh, and the smaller Demonborn let out a screech that sounded like a dying car alarm.

And then… it happened.

The Level 3 Demonborn didn't just kill the Level 1.

Oh no, that would've been too simple.

Instead, it decided to engage in what can only be described as the most horrifying, awkward, and downright bizarre mating ritual I've ever witnessed, and I once saw a guy try to flirt with a vending machine.

The Level 1 Demonborn, now pinned and clearly not into it, thrashed around like a fish out of water.

The Level 3, however, was undeterred. It let out a deep, rumbling roar that I swear sounded like it was saying, "Baby, don't fight it."

I gagged. "Oh, come on! Is this really happening right now?!" I whispered to myself, half-horrified, half-fascinated. I mean, I've seen some weird stuff in my life, but this? This was a whole new level of what the actual hell.

The Level 1 Demonborn let out a final, pitiful screech before going limp, its body twitching like it was trying to escape even in death.

The Level 3, apparently satisfied with its… performance, let out a triumphant roar that shook the ground. I half-expected it to light a cigarette.

Disgusted, I stayed hidden, praying it would just leave already. Thankfully, after what felt like an eternity of awkward silence (and me trying to unsee what I'd just seen), the Level 3 Demonborn lumbered away, leaving the mangled Level 1 twitching in the dirt like a discarded chew toy.

I let out a shaky breath, my face still scrunched up in horror. "Note to self," I muttered under my breath, "if I ever write a memoir, I'm leaving this part out."

But hey, at least I wasn't dead. Silver linings, right?

**

I was crouched behind the hut, my knife slick with sweat. The Level 3's heavy steps had faded into the distance, leaving me with a clear view of the dying Level 1 demonborn.

Even monsters couldn't escape a bit of humiliation around here.

After a long, awkward minute of silence, I muttered, "Alright, you ugly bastard. Time to pay your rent."

I didn't waste another second. I sprinted over to the Level 1 and plunged my knife into its skull. The blade snapped in half. "Dammit!" I cursed. Grabbing the nearest rock, I smashed its temple until a spray of dark ichor painted the walls.

[System Notification: Level 1 Demonborn Defeated.]

[Experience Gained: 29,000 EXP.]

I blinked at the floating numbers. "That's… gotta be a typo. Right?"

Then, the chime rang out—not seven, but two hundred and one times. A warm surge overwhelmed me as my vision exploded in a cascade of gold. The numbers on my status screen updated in a heartbeat:

[Current Level: 201]

[New Stat Points Available: 300]

"Two hundred and one levels? From one kill?!" I nearly tripped over my own feet as I stared at the corpse. The Level 1 demonborn's body lay there lifeless, slowly dissolving into mist—a silent, absurd testament to just how pathetic it had been.

[System Error: Abnormal EXP Allocation Detected.]

[Adjustment Failed. Anomaly Locked.]

My status screen flickered with the new stats:

Potential: F → ???

Strength: 4 → 112

Agility: 6 → 89

…

Luck: 1 → 70

"Wow that's lot" I said, half-excited and half-amused and as I flexed, I could feel my body suddenly surging with strength, as if forged in fire.

Then, a roar shattered the brief calm—the Level 3 was coming back. I was just shocked when that bone-rattling roar echoed through the ruins.

Without wasting a moment, I bolted and immediately ducked behind the same wooden hut for cover. My heart pounded as I peeked around the edge, watching the massive creature thunder back into the fray.

From my safe spot, I pulled up my System window to check out my new skill details.

A translucent panel flickered into view with the following message:

[Skill acquired: Emergency Forcefield]

[Skill acquired: Demonic Scent Reduction]

[Effect: Reduces the chances of being discovered by a demon by 80%]

[Skill Grade: Legendary]

I couldn't help but let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Legendary, huh? Maybe now I won't be such an easy target," I muttered, marveling at the absurdity of it all.

[Abyssal Resonance Activated.]

[Temporary Camouflage: 80% Demonic Scent Reduction.]

"Useful," I whispered with a wry smile as I stayed hidden behind the hut. Peering cautiously around the corner, I saw the enraged Level 3 demon slow its charge as it locked its gaze on the lifeless Level 1 corpse.

For a disturbingly brief moment, it seemed almost reverent—as if inspecting its fallen kin—before resuming its grim, savage activity.

And by "activity," I mean it started doing… things to the corpse that made me question every life choice that led me to this moment.

"Oh, come on!" I hissed under my breath, pressing my back against the hut.

"Is this what you do in your free time? You're a Level 3 of sacred rank, for crying out loud! Have some self-respect!"

The Level 3, oblivious to my commentary, continued its… ahem… "ritual."

I couldn't decide if I was more horrified or impressed by its commitment. Either way, I wasn't sticking around to find out how it ended.

I waited, counting each breath until I was sure the beast had shifted its focus elsewhere. Then I made my move, bolting from behind the hut and vaulting over walls with my newfound agility.

[Improvised Distraction Successful.]

[Experience Bonus: 50 EXP.]

"Cheapskate System," I snorted, leaning against a shattered cart as I caught my breath. Two hundred and one levels in mere seconds, if only my sister's tuition bill could be solved that fast. My status screen pulsed a deep crimson, the Potential still a mystery, but one thing was clear: in this messed-up world, every little glitch was a cruel joke. And apparently, so was the Level 3's idea of a good time.