Rising Of The F-Class Hero

After arriving at a somewhat safe place,

I stood there, flexing my newfound muscles like an idiot.

Two hundred and one levels in one go? That's like winning the lottery and then finding out the jackpot was actually a lifetime supply of instant noodles.

Sure, it's great, but what the hell am I supposed to do with all this power? I'm still an F-Class hero at heart. Running away is my specialty, not punching demons in the face.

But hey, when life gives you demon corpses, you make demon… uh, whatever.

"Alright, Zekor," I muttered to myself, "you've got the stats of a god now. Time to act like one. Or at least like someone who doesn't trip over their own shoelaces."

I skidded to a stop in front of a crumbling tower, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. The System chimed in my head, ever helpful.

[New Quest: Survive the Demonborn Onslaught.]

[Reward: Not Dying.]

"Gee, thanks, System," I said, rolling my eyes. "Real motivating."

I heard a roar in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat. The Level 3 was coming. I could feel its presence like a storm on the horizon, heavy and inevitable. But this time, I wasn't just an F-Class nobody. I was… well, I was still an F-Class nobody, but now I was an F-Class nobody with the stats of a Level 201 badass.

I clenched my fists, feeling the raw power coursing through me. My Strength stat was through the roof, and my Agility made me feel like I could outrun a bullet. But stats alone wouldn't save me. I needed a plan.

"Alright, Zekor," I said, pacing back and forth. "Think. What would a Level 201 hero do? Probably something epic, like summoning a flaming sword or calling down a meteor strike. But you? You're still you. So… improvise."

I glanced around, spotting a pile of rubble nearby. My eyes lit up. "Perfect."

I grabbed a chunk of broken stone, hefting it in my hands. It felt lighter than it should have, thanks to my Strength stat. I grinned. "Let's see how you like this, you overgrown lizard."

The Level 3 Demonborn burst into view, its glowing red eyes locking onto me like I was its next meal. It roared, the sound shaking the ground beneath my feet. I stood my ground, holding the rock like a baseball bat.

"Hey, ugly!" I shouted, waving the rock. "Catch!"

I hurled the stone with all my might, and it shot through the air like a cannonball. The Demonborn didn't even have time to react before the rock smashed into its face with a satisfying crunch. It staggered back, shaking its head like a dog trying to get rid of a flea.

[Critical Hit!]

[Damage Dealt: 1,200 HP.]

I blinked. "Wait, that actually worked?"

The Demonborn roared again, this time in anger. It charged at me, its massive claws tearing through the ground.

I dodged to the side, my Agility stat letting me move faster than I ever thought possible. The beast's claws missed me by inches, and I rolled to my feet, grabbing another rock.

"Alright, round two!" I shouted, throwing the rock with all my might. This time, the Demonborn was ready. It swatted the stone out of the air like it was nothing, and I gulped.

"Okay, bad idea."

The beast lunged at me again, and I barely managed to dive out of the way. Its claws scraped against the ground, sending chunks of stone flying in every direction. I scrambled to my feet, my mind racing.

"Think, Zekor, think! What would a Level 201 hero do?!"

The System chimed in again, ever helpful.

[Skill Unlocked: Improvised Weapon Mastery.]

[Effect: Increases damage dealt by improvised weapons by 300%.]

I grinned. "Now we're talking."

I grabbed a broken piece of rebar from the rubble, hefting it in my hands. It wasn't much, but with my new skill, it might just be enough. The Demonborn charged at me again, and this time, I stood my ground.

"Come on, you overgrown lizard!" I shouted, gripping the rebar like a sword. "Let's dance!"

The beast lunged, its claws slashing through the air. I sidestepped, swinging the rebar with all my might. The metal connected with the Demonborn's side, and I felt the impact reverberate through my arms.

[Critical Hit!]

[Damage Dealt: 3,600 HP.]

The Demonborn roared in pain, stumbling back. I didn't give it a chance to recover. I charged forward, swinging the rebar like a madman. Each hit landed with a satisfying *thunk*, and I could see the beast's health bar dropping rapidly.

"Take that! And that! And—oh crap!"

The Demonborn swiped at me, its claws grazing my arm. I felt a searing pain, and my health bar dropped by a chunk. I stumbled back, clutching my arm.

"Okay, maybe not such a good idea," I muttered, wincing.

The beast roared, its eyes glowing with rage. It charged at me again, and this time, I didn't have time to dodge. I braced myself, holding the rebar like a shield.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A glowing barrier appeared in front of me, blocking the Demonborn's attack. The beast slammed into the barrier, its claws scraping against the energy field. I blinked, confused.

[Skill Activated: Emergency Forcefield.]

[Effect: Creates a temporary barrier that blocks all damage for 5 seconds.]

I grinned. "Nice."

The barrier flickered and disappeared, and I didn't waste a second. I charged at the Demonborn, swinging the rebar with all my might. The metal connected with the beast's skull, and I heard a sickening crack.

[Critical Hit!]

[Damage Dealt: 5,000 HP.]

The Demonborn let out a final, pitiful roar before collapsing to the ground. Its body twitched once, then went still. I stood there, breathing heavily, the rebar still in my hands.

[System Notification: Level 3 Demonborn Defeated.]

[Experience Gained: 150,000 EXP.]

[Level Up!]

[Level Up!]

[Level Up!]

The notifications kept coming, and I felt a surge of energy as my stats increased even further. I dropped the rebar, staring at the dead Demonborn.

"I… I actually did it," I said, my voice trembling. "I killed a Level 3 Demonborn. Me. Zekor. The F-Class nobody."

I let out a laugh, half-hysterical, half-relieved. "I'm a freaking hero!"

But my celebration was short-lived. The System chimed in again, its tone ominous.

[Warning: High-Level Threat Detected.]

[New Quest: Survive the Onslaught.]

[Reward: Not Dying.]

I groaned. "Oh, come on! Can't I catch a break?!"

I turned around, and my heart sank. Emerging from the shadows were more Demonborn, their glowing red eyes locked onto me. And these weren't Level 1 or 3. These were bigger, meaner, and angrier.

"Well," I said, gripping the rebar again. "Looks like it's gonna be one of those days."

And with that, I charged into the fray, ready to take on whatever this messed-up world threw at me. After all, I was Zekor, the F-Class hero who just leveled up to 201. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that even an F-Class nobody can become a legend.

As long as they don't trip over their own shoelaces