Skill Book Broker: From F-Rank to Tycoon

Chapter 1: The F-Rank Awakener

The structure of the Awakening Group loomed like a fortress before Adam. Its gleaming metal facade reflected the neon lights of the city, casting a colorful image on the bustling streets below. Hundreds of people, from scared teenagers to opportunists, stood outside, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Adam adjusted the loose strap of his backpack, his heart pounding against his ribs. He had waited eighteen years for this day—the time when his system would wake up. Everyone in the world dreamed of waking up and joining the ranks of the powerful. Some focused on prisons, while others made careers as healers, artists, or strategists.

Adam wanted none of these. His dream is simpler: to escape the shadow of obscurity and earn enough money to never have to rely on anyone again.

"Next!"

The sharp skin of the register desk pulled Adam out of his thoughts. He stepped forward and handed over his ID card. Card

The clerk said, "Adam Lane," glancing at him slightly as he scanned the card. "Go to room three. Place your hand on the Activation Glass. Your level and system will appear immediately." "

The extraction room was cold and sterile. The white walls were bathed in pale blue light, and in the center sat a crystal ball on the floor, glowing brightly.

Adam paused for a moment and looked at the ball. "That's it," he whispered. "There's no going back now." "

catch a He took a deep breath, placed his hand on the glass.

The orb came to life, sending a bright light into the room. The sound of the sky's roar filled the air, growing louder and louder until—

Adam stared at the burning word, a pit in his stomach.

"F-lord?" he whispered. His voice echoed in the empty room.

The door opened and the sudden voice of the secretary came from outside. "Later!"

is walking distance from the main campus Club of Condemnation A few of the other Awakeners, some glowing with the power of their new systems, muttered as he passed.

"An F rating? It's a waste of time. "

"No wonder he looks weak."

"The F-ranks can't get permission to enter the prison."

Adam clenched his fists and pleaded for him to continue. His system interface sat in his peripheral vision, taunting him with its open screen.

F-RANK>

Outside, the city circled around him. The high-rise buildings are home to guild offices and advanced system stores. Neon signs announce dungeon passes, rare items, and training sessions with high-level boosters. It's all about the powerful - something Adam doesn't have. As he wanders around, a warning pops up. Objective: Go to the Booster Market. > "Market?" Adam's face fell. "What's the matter? I can't afford anything right." still, Curiosity had drawn him in. The market was a vast maze of shops and kiosks, filled with exotic goods and shiny objects.

Adam remained on the sidelines, away from the crowd. The F rating kept him out of sight, and for once he didn't care.

stood in front of a small, unassuming booth in a shady corner. The sign was illegible: "Forgotten Rare Works".

The salesman, an old man with a long, silver beard, looked at Adam with piercing eyes. He said: You are not like the others.

Adam hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"Most people who come here seek power. You are looking for something different."

Adam's gaze swept over the objects on display - crystals, medicines, interesting things. Then his eyes caught something strange: a leather book with a shiny cover.

"What is this?" Adam asked, pointing to the book.

The old man laughed heartily. "Not nearby Here, of course, we have to call. ..an opportunity"

Adam reached for the book, but a system alert prevented him.

TYPES OF WORDS. >

This item is not in the world's main system. > His heart was pounding. "What do you mean?" The salesman bowed and lowered his voice. "What I mean, son, is that book is from somewhere else. A place your countrymen don't know about." sharp-witted man A system element from another world? How was that possible? The old man laughed. "Tell you what, I'll give it to you—for a price. "

Adam left the market with the book under his arm and his mind a whirlwind of possibilities. He walked down a quiet street and opened the book.

amps of energy coursed through him, his system firing up with new alerts.

Adam looked at the message, and it quickly faded.

another world.

A world where skill books like this existed.

A world where he could do more than life - he could survive.

A slow smile spread across Derek's face as knowledge sank in.

"It's not just a skill." "It's a business. "

Adam grabbed her hand, his eyes burning with determination. He wouldn't be taken by another F class.

The idea was to become his own merchant.