There was a time in the past when a man, emerging from nowhere, stepped into the midst of a battle between Titans.
He did not come to beg for mercy, nor to bow before their might.
He came to shake the world.
To carve his name into history with the edge of his blade.
That day, the heavens trembled, and the earth bore witness to a legend in the making. The Titans, beings of unimaginable power, scoffed at his audacity—until he made them bleed. Until the sky echoed with their roars of agony.
His people still tell his tale, passing it down through generations, whispering his name with reverence and awe.
For he was not just a warrior.
He was a storm, a force of nature that could not be stopped.
One day, everything changed. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing cities, mountains, and even the sky.
The air cracked like shattered glass as a massive rift tore through reality, splitting the heavens apart. From the unfathomable darkness beyond, nightmares emerged—monsters from forgotten myths and creatures beyond human comprehension.
Vampires with glowing crimson eyes prowled through the ruins, their fangs glistening with fresh blood. Demons, engulfed in unholy flames, descended in endless waves, leaving nothing but scorched earth in their wake.
Beastmen howled beneath a blood-red moon, their claws tearing through stone and flesh alike. Goblins flooded the streets in countless numbers, their jagged blades gleaming as they preyed upon the weak.
But they were not the only ones.
The Collapse tore apart the old world, but in its place, it brought forth new rulers—beings once hidden in the shadows, now stepping into the light.
Elves emerged from their secluded forests, their ethereal beauty masking a ruthless nature. Succubi and incubi slithered from the depths, feeding on desire and ensnaring souls with honeyed words.
Dwarves, masters of the forge, carved strongholds deep within the earth, their craftsmanship surpassing mortal limits. And above them all, dragons soared through the sky, their roars shaking the heavens as they claimed dominion over the new, twisted world.
Civilization crumbled in an instant. Cities were razed to the ground, once-great metropolises reduced to nothing more than scattered ruins. The very land warped, reshaping into alien landscapes filled with danger.
Reality itself had become a battlefield where only the strong would survive.
Then, as if mocking the despair of humanity, glowing screens flickered into existence before every remaining survivor.
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[Welcome to the New Era.]
[You have been granted 100 Coins.]
[Your Unique Skill has been awakened.]
[To survive and upgrade your skill, collect more coins.]
[Methods: Kill monsters. Kill others.]
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Panic spread like wildfire. Everyone had received a skill—a gift of power that would determine their fate. Some awakened abilities that allowed them to control fire, bend lightning, or even manipulate time itself.
Others discovered terrifying powers that made them nigh-unstoppable, reshaping the battlefield with every step they took.
But some… were cursed with skills so absurd, useless, or outright ridiculous, their fate was sealed before they even had a chance to fight.
The new rule of the world was simple.
Kill. Adapt. Evolve.
Humanity turned upon itself. Friends became enemies. Neighbors became murderers. Families were torn apart as betrayal became a means of survival.
The streets ran red with the blood of the weak as the strong carved their path to power.
And amidst this chaos, while others fought desperately for survival—one man did something truly ridiculous.
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The Awakening of a Slumbering Tyrant
A young man slowly opened his eyes, letting out a lazy yawn.
The world had changed beyond recognition. Cities had fallen. Monsters roamed freely. People were fighting and dying to survive.
Yet, he had simply been asleep.
A glowing message flickered before his half-lidded eyes.
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[You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.]
[Your skill has leveled up from F-Grade to S-Grade.]
[You have unlocked the S-Grade Skill: Sleep.]
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He stared at the screen, confused.
The world had turned into a living nightmare, and his power… was sleeping?
Was this some kind of cruel joke?
Then, another message appeared.
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[You have taken a satisfying nap. +1 to a random stat.]
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His confusion deepened. Did he just… get stronger by sleeping?
And then—
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[You have slept with the wife of Metro City's Demon Hunter Master. +1 to all stats.]
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His jaw dropped. Wait, what?!
More notifications followed, each one more outrageous than the last.
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[You have slept underwater for six hours. +1 to a stat slot.]
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[You have slept with Selene Nyx, the Queen of Vampires. +5 to all stats.]
[You have obtained the Blood Control Skill (F-Grade).]
[You have also taken a nap. +1 to a random stat.]
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His breath caught in his throat.
Slowly, he turned his head.
Lying beside him, tracing a pale finger down his chest, was a woman of impossible beauty—her red eyes glowing softly in the dim light. Her lips curved into a teasing smile.
"Mmm… you taste delicious, my dear," she purred.
His mind went blank.
What kind of insane skill had he awakened?!
Then, realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
This was his path to power.
While warriors fought tooth and nail, and while mages spent years honing their craft, he would sleep his way to the top.
The crazier the situation, the more absurd the conditions, the stronger he would become.
A wicked grin spread across his face.
If this was his destiny—he would embrace it fully.
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[You have slept inside the sacred forest of an Elven Queen.+5 to stat slot.]
[You have taken a nap. +1 to a random stat.]
As the young man stretched lazily beneath the ancient canopy of silver-leafed trees, the air trembled with an ethereal energy. A moment later, a group of elves emerged from the shadows.
Their features almost unnaturally perfect—tall, slender men with piercing emerald eyes and sharp jawlines, and women of exquisite beauty, their flowing hair shimmering under the moonlight.
Their leader, an elven noble clad in ornate green robes, stepped forward, his face twisted in righteous fury.
"You lowborn human! How dare you defile this sacred grove with your filthy presence!" he spat, his voice carrying a commanding weight. "To slumber in the heart of our divine land—such blasphemy cannot be forgiven!"
The elves drew their elegant, rune-etched bows, their arrows glowing with moonlit enchantment. The young man, however, merely yawned, stretching his arms as if waking from a particularly refreshing nap.
He smirked and spoke with deliberate slowness, his voice laced with teasing provocation. "Oh? I didn't realize this place was reserved for pointy-eared tree huggers. Must be hard living with sticks up your—"
The elves erupted in rage before he could finish, their dignified composure shattering like glass.
"Kill this wretched scum!" the noble bellowed.
The young man chuckled and dashed away before their arrows could pierce him, leaving behind only rustling leaves and a trail of furious screams.
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[You have spent the night with Lilith, the Succubus Empress. +5 to all stats. +1 Charm.]
[You have obtained the Charm Skill (F-Grade).]
The dimly lit chamber was filled with the scent of roses and something far more intoxicating—an alluring presence that made the air itself feel thick and heavy. Lilith, the Succubus Empress, lounged lazily on satin sheets, her flawless milky skin glowing under the dim red light of the infernal castle. She wrapped herself in a silk sheet, though it did little to hide the mesmerizing curves beneath.
Her eyes, pools of endless night, gazed at the man beside her with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She bit her lip playfully before speaking, her voice like a melody capable of melting a man's very soul.
"Why don't you become my little plaything?" she purred, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "I can give you everything you desire—wealth, power, eternal pleasure..."
Before he could respond, the heavy doors of the chamber were thrown open with a deafening crash.
A towering demon stood in the doorway, his twisted horns curving like a crown of wrath. His handsome features were marred by an expression of pure, murderous fury.
"You! How dare you sleep with my wife!" he roared, his deep voice shaking the castle walls.
The young man sat up lazily, stretching his arms. He flashed a smirk at the enraged demon and shrugged.
"If you can't satisfy her, why blame me?"
The demon's face turned crimson with rage, his aura flaring like hellfire.
The young man, however, had no intention of sticking around for the fallout. With a wink at Lilith, he leapt out of the window. Below, the infernal city was already in chaos as hordes of demons stormed after him, their roars of fury echoing across the obsidian towers.
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[You have napped inside a Dwarven forge, surrounded by flames. +1 to Defense.]
[You have obtained the Defense Skill (F-Grade), reducing damage taken.]
Deep within the underground halls of the Dwarven stronghold, the air was thick with the scent of molten metal and burning coal. A massive forge roared, its flames licking at the enchanted anvils where master blacksmiths shaped weapons of legend.
And right in the middle of it all, amidst the pounding hammers and the searing heat... he had taken a nap.
The dwarves, at first too busy with their craft to notice, finally turned toward him when one particularly furious blacksmith caught sight of something alarming—his prized, legendary-class sword was gone.
"This rascal has stolen the Stormbreaker Blade!" the muscular dwarf bellowed, his beard practically bristling with rage. "Don't let him leave alive!"
A chorus of war cries erupted as the dwarves armed themselves, their axes gleaming under the forge light.
The young man, now standing at the entrance of the forge with the legendary sword slung casually over his shoulder, smirked. He tapped the blade against his palm and muttered a familiar line from an old movie.
"Caught me if you can."
Then he disappeared into the tunnels, leaving behind a stampede of furious, heavily armed dwarves in hot pursuit.
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[You have slept in the lair of a Dragon, with a Dragon Princess. +5 to all stats. +1 Fire Resistance.]
[You have obtained the Fire Resistance Skill (F-Grade).]
The cavern was vast, filled with mountains of glittering gold and gemstones that reflected the eerie crimson glow of lava streams. At the center, coiled atop her treasure, a dragon in human form lay sleeping—a breathtaking woman with flowing crimson hair, her golden eyes shimmering with ancient power.
And beside her, equally comfortable amidst the wealth of an entire kingdom, was the young man.
When the heavy footsteps of the Dragon King thundered into the chamber, the air itself trembled. The colossal beast, his body spanning hundreds of meters, glared down at the scene before him. His scales gleamed like molten gold, his eyes burning with the fury of a thousand suns.
"You imbecile!" the Dragon King roared, his voice shaking the cavern. "You dare defile my daughter? Your only punishment is death!"
The young man sighed, rolling over as if annoyed by the noise. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he unsheathed his sword. The very air trembled at the motion, and in the blink of an eye, he slashed at the Dragon King.
The ground shook as the mighty beast collapsed, his enormous form crashing into the treasure hoard. The once-mighty ruler of dragons lay defeated, his eyes wide in disbelief.
The young man stepped onto the fallen dragon's head, looking down at him with an amused smirk.
"Well," he said with a mockingly thoughtful tone, "since you've angered me, I think I'll make you my pet instead."
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The rules of this world were cruel—power was everything, and the weak were nothing more than stepping stones for the strong.
But for him, things were different. While others fought tooth and nail for survival, he grew stronger in the most absurd and unexpected ways.
In a world of chaos and war, a Sleeping Tyrant was about to rise.
And no one would see him coming.