The storm roll across the sky like it knew somethin big was comin. Thunder clash, lightnin flash, and the world itself was whisperin... "He awake." Coker walk alone through the mountain road, his black cloak flap in the wind, his steps slow but unshakable. The shrine behind him still burnin with divine fire from the scan. The world had seen his face. The world had heard his name. No more hiding. No more crawling like a worm. He was Coker, the god vessel, the fate devourer. And he walkin like the sky owe him respect.
Down in the city, things gone mad. Every screen, every tower, every scroll—Coker's name was everywhere. "SSS-Rank Confirmed." "God Vessel Detected." "Trash Turned Legend." People shout, kneel, cry, scream. Some call him a devil, some call him hope. Some even say he a new god of this age. But Coker don't care. He ain't doin this to be praised. He ain't doin this to be worshipped. He doin this to show the world... what happens when you spit on the wrong person.
He reach the base of the Tower of Kings. That place was like a city of gods, floatin above the clouds, sittin on ancient stone like it was watchin all of humanity. Only A-Rank and S-Rank could enter. The test to climb it was brutal. Even dragons fear that tower. But Coker don't stop. He walk toward the gate.
The guards laugh. "Oi, this place ain't for E-Rank trash like you."
He raise his hand. The mark glow. Gold, red, black swirl into white. The same mark that make the test crystal explode. The same mark that shut up the whole guild.
Their faces change. "W-Wait… th-that's—"
He don't wait. Just walk past them like they air.
Inside, dozens of strong adventurers stare. Some of them royalty, some demons in disguise, some old warriors who slay monsters for breakfast. All of them look at him like he a freak. Some mock. "SSS-Rank? More like SSS-Scam." Another smirk. "Let's see if the god trash can climb even one floor."
First floor. A beast made of black fire charge him, screamin. Its power was equal to A-Rank. Most challengers fail here. But Coker raise one hand. Boom. The fire vanish, eaten by his skill. He step forward. Second floor. Third. Fifth. Tenth. He climb like his legs don't know what "stop" mean.
The watchers start to panic. "Is he cheating?" "Is this some glitch?"
No. This wasn't cheat. This was pain, rage, and divine will compressed into one boy. Coker keep climbin. His body start bleedin. His skin tear. But he don't scream. He don't fall. His power wasn't just strength. It was rebellion. Every step he take was a slap to fate's face.
Back in the kingdom, the emperor grip his throne. "Who allowed him to live?" he roar.
In the guild tower, the old master whisper, "That boy... he gonna break the system."
In the demon realm, a king rise from his chair. "The god core... it awaken."
But Coker don't care. He on floor 25 now. Facin a ancient god's illusion. The illusion say, "Mortal, kneel and beg. I shall spare your fate."
Coker stare. "You fake."
He punch forward. The god's illusion shatter like glass.
"Trash," he mutter. "I ate worse in that death dungeon."
By now, even the world itself try to stop him. Storms gather. Shadows form claws. Time twist. But he keep climbin. One floor, two floor, twenty more. His cloak torn. His hand broken. His eyes bloodshot. But his will burn hotter than hell.
On floor 50, he face the guardian. A titan with ten arms, each swing could destroy cities. It laugh. "You ain't ready, boy."
Coker breathe deep. "I wasn't born ready. I was born cursed. So I made myself ready."
He unleash his full power. His aura burst into the sky like a second sun. The devourer skill absorb the titan's magic. He jump high, real high, and crash his fist into the titan's skull.
BOOM!
The tower shake. The world shudder. Birds fly from trees. Oceans ripple.
The titan fall.
"Floor 50... cleared," the system announce.
The watchers, the kings, the demons, the nobles—all silent.
Then they scream.
"HE CLEARED FLOOR 50!"
"No one did that in a decade!"
"That ain't a man... that's a monster!"
Coker sit on the titan's corpse, breathin heavy. He smile a little. "Still not enough."
Back in the guild hall, the same people who mocked him now draw posters of him. "Coker the Sky Reaper." "The Throne Crusher." "From Trash to God."
But Coker don't look back.
Because at the top of the Tower... they say the true gods live. They say the final floor hold the truth of the world. The secret why this system even exist. The secret of fate.
And he gonna reach it.
He wipe the blood from his mouth. "Y'all call me trash. Fine. But I'm the trash that destroy your thrones. I'm the glitch in your game. I'm the storm that's comin."
Behind him, light fall like rain. Ahead, the stairs rise into heaven.
And Coker?
He just smile.
"I ain't done climbin yet."