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Leveling Under One Gaze

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In a world auctioned off to the gods, humanity became nothing but entertainment. Dungeons appeared, monsters roamed, and every survivor received a System Panel to broadcast their rise or fall. While heroes earned millions of followers, he remained invisible—watched only by a single, silent god: Chaos. With nothing but a trembling knife and one hidden audience, he must level up in a world where fame means power… and obscurity means death.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Last Auction

The world thought ParadisHell Company was salvation.

They were the ones who toppled every government without a single war.

They disbanded armies, destroyed every weapon, and promised an era of peace no one could ever imagine.

We loved them for it.

Until the day they sold us.

It started with a voice—calm and deafening all at once.

"I am Synori, your sole and eternal master. If you wish to reclaim your freedom, you must find and destroy the Seven Sins. But remember: this is not a game. Try not to die."

And just like that, humanity became property.

A blue screen flickered in front of my eyes, almost like some cheap video game.

[SYSTEM PANEL]

Name: Elyno

Level: 1

Strength: 1

Agility: 1

Mana: 1

Intelligence: 1

Yang: 0

[Store Available]

I stared at it, my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and panic.

Was this how the world would end? Not with an explosion—but with a tutorial screen?

I looked out the window and saw them—creatures of every shape and size, tearing through the streets. Shadows and fangs and claws, chasing what was left of humanity.

My hands trembled. My heart felt like it was about to burst.

And yet, I always thought I would be ready for this.

I always imagined I would be the one standing tall, fearless, heroic.

So why…why am I so afraid now?

I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the biggest knife I could find, and clenched it so tight my knuckles turned white.

I told myself this wouldn't be the last story I ever lived to tell.

But deep down, I wasn't sure.