Sure! Here's a version in the style of *Solo Leveling*, keeping that fast-paced, intense tone and Noah's indifference to his overwhelming power in mind:
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YOU HAVE NOT SELECTED ANY CONSTELLATION!
THE SYSTEM IS SEARCHING FOR A SUITABLE ROLE FOR YOU!
THE SYSTEM IS ANALYZING YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS!
[ERROR]
THE SYSTEM HAS ASSIGNED YOU A ROLE:
⭐️
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Job: Pawn [growth type]
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A simple soldier, neither praised nor infamous.
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Relative Skills:
None.
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As the light faded around him, Noah's vision cleared, and the weight of the system's decision settled in his mind.
"So," John's voice broke the silence, "Which constellation did you choose?"
"No constellation."
Noah's answer was sharp, concise.
John's laughter rang out immediately, smug and loud.
"Ahaha! No offers, huh? I got nine! That's right, nine offers!"
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly. "9999."
The number came out quietly, but the effect was immediate. John's laughter cut off as his brows furrowed in confusion.
"What?"
"The number of offers I received. It was 9999."
John's jaw dropped, the words escaping him as he tried to make sense of what Noah had just said. "What the hell…?" he muttered, more to himself than to anyone.
Noah had no intention of telling him about the job he'd been given, though.
Pawn?
No one needed to know. For now, silence would serve him better.
I don't need anyone's pity.
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They walked further into the ruined cityscape, rubble crunching under their boots. John's boasting about his constellation grated on Noah's nerves, but he let it slide. The others, too, seemed eager to share their choices.
"So," Noah asked, keeping his voice casual, "who did you choose?"
John yawned, as if his answer was too obvious to be worth much energy. "Merlin."
"Minerva," Kevin said, grinning like he had the world in his pocket.
"I-I chose Eros…" Isabel stammered, hiding her face, her embarrassment almost too much to bear.
Noah sighed inwardly.
What a waste…
But he said nothing aloud. They didn't need his opinion, and honestly, he didn't care about their choices. Their destinies were now tied to their constellations, locked in, fates intertwined with powers not their own.
"And your roles?" Noah pressed, curious despite himself.
John shrugged. "Young Warlock. Growth type, same as you. But mine's a lot more prestigious than 'no constellation,' right?"
Kevin chimed in, proudly puffing out his chest.
"Paladin. Growth type as well. Let's see how you measure up, Noah!"
Noah gave a short laugh, shaking his head.
They think they'll catch up.
How little they understood.
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"Have you thought about my proposal?"
Noah asked, his voice hardening as he looked at the three of them.
"Are you following me or not?"
The air grew tense as the three of them exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, John spoke, though his voice was a bit more somber than before.
"We've decided, Noah."
Noah's eyes narrowed. Something felt off.
"We respect you, Noah, we really do," John continued, "but we're going our own way. The three of us together. We don't want to be in your shadow—we want to grow, just like you."
For a moment, silence reigned. Then Noah's laughter erupted, a booming sound that echoed through the desolate city, reverberating against the broken skyscrapers.
"HAHAHA! That's perfect! Go! Grow! Become stronger! AHAHAHA!"
His voice was powerful, almost challenging them to make good on their decision.
They looked at him with wide eyes, not sure whether to laugh with him or step back in fear. But to Noah, it didn't matter. Their paths were no longer intertwined. They weren't going to follow him.
And that was fine by him.
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The night fell quickly, the remnants of the day's light swallowed by the ruins around them. The fire crackled gently in the center of their small camp, casting faint shadows on the broken walls that surrounded them.
Noah sat a little apart from the others, his eyes locked on the stars above. His mind, however, was occupied by the role the system had assigned him.
Pawn.
To most, it would seem like an insult. A pawn was weak, expendable, a tool meant to be sacrificed. And yet… Noah wasn't upset.
In chess, a pawn was often overlooked, but the potential hidden within it was immense. If a pawn reached the other side of the board, it became something far greater—something dangerous. Noah had no doubt that he would be that pawn.
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"Hey, Noah," Kevin's voice broke through the silence, "You've been quiet ever since the system announcement. Everything alright?"
Noah glanced over, his eyes narrowing for just a second before he gave a short, humorless chuckle.
"I'm fine."
Kevin didn't look convinced, but he let it go. He had no idea what was really going on in Noah's mind. None of them did.
As the others began to drift off to sleep, Noah stayed alert, his senses heightened. Something about tonight felt different, and soon, the system would confirm it.
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SYSTEM NOTICE:
CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE UNLOCKED A HIDDEN PATH!
YOUR JOURNEY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!
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Noah's heart rate didn't even spike. His expression didn't change. But deep inside, a fire roared to life.
This is only the beginning.
The system had acknowledged him. It had recognized his potential. And now, the path was clear—he would become something far more dangerous than a pawn.
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"Pawn, huh?"
Noah thought to himself, staring at the flickering flames.
Let them think that. Let them underestimate me.
A pawn wasn't meant to be powerful at first glance. But the potential to become something unstoppable lay in Noah's hands now. His role, insignificant as it seemed, was now the key to something greater.
And that power was something no one could take from him—not a constellation, not the system, and certainly not his companions.
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His eyes flared with an intensity that hadn't been there before. The others might have their Warlock, their Paladin, their Eros. But none of that mattered now.
Noah didn't need a constellation to guide him. He was going to surpass all of them. He didn't need a path laid out by anyone else. He was going to carve his own.
As he stood alone beneath the stars, Noah smiled, but there was no warmth in it.
Just resolve.