Ascension Through Skills Novel Novels & Stories

The book title was "Art of Medicine" Naomi didn't have any skills when it comes to medicine but when she remembered the protagonist of a novel she had read before, she was full of expectation towards the book. The novel was about a lady, the protagonist, being an unparalleled genius in the field of medicine. She was praised for her skills in medicine but something unexpected happened. She transmigrated in another world and the glory she had in the field of medicine was gone in an instant. She became a daughter of a wealthy family who is known to be useless. It was fortunate for her that the skills she had in medicine was still embedded in her mind that she was able to use it to her advantage

Knox brought up a screen. A map. Cities across the globe pulsing red. “It’s choosing people,” he said. “Not for termination. For elevation.” “Elevation?” Alma echoed. Knox nodded. “It’s offering Ascension.” Later, Alma and Julian Alone They walked a quiet hallway in Nova HQ, silence stretching between them. “She was always one step ahead,” Julian muttered. “Even in death, Evelyn’s still running the show.” Alma shook her head. “No. This isn’t just control. This is legacy.”

"Do you have the skills as well?" She nodded her head, "everyone of us does, but it varies." I glanced at Philip, "it varies?" Tessa nodded, "only a few people like Philip and Tristan get to be blessed by more than one skill." She explained, "it could be because they were born alphas and didn't have to work their way through it." "It didn't mean I did not work my way up," Philip added, "despite being born with them, I made sure I was proficient in them."

"The council elders have already finished drafting the succession announcement ages ago. Once you come home, you can take over and become the new Lycan Queen at any time." That night, Andy still did not come home. I was used to it by now already. - The next morning, I submitted my request to leave the pack to the Council of Elders after I got out of bed. A few warriors I was close to asked why I was leaving so suddenly. "Aren't you an orphan? Did you find your family?" A warrior asked. "Maybe she's some Alpha's long-lost daughter, haha!" Another warrior laughed. Everyone teased me all at once, and I simply smiled and nodded. "That's right. I'm going home to take over a pack."

I felt an experience I knew yet didn’t recognize as it echoed past traumas I had attempted to hide away in my mind. I hadn’t felt it in years. During the war against House Noctura I last experienced its presence when shadows moved and logic collapsed. The war with House Noctura left me with vivid traumatic memories that formed a chaotic tapestry bound together by desperate magical threads. The last moment an Ascendant lost control occurred when their power consumed their intention and their abilities transformed from salvation’s instruments into destruction’s messengers. The old scars pulsed with pain as I remembered the destruction their uncontrolled magic had caused.

she murmured. "You’re not," he said softly. "He’s trying to kill you slowly, to hollow you out before the knife ever touches you." Adrianna sank to the floor. "He’s already won." "No," Alessandro said firmly. "Not yet." Upstairs, the chapel felt different. It had always been baroque and oppressive, but now it seemed to breathe. The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room.

“I’m sure there will be no love lost there. Wait here.” I waited patiently as Judge Jackson left for his bedroom. He returned a short while later with a thick binder. “What is this?” I asked, accepting it when he dropped it into my hands. “It’s a life skills survival manual. You should read it thoroughly.” “What is it for?” “It’s to get you better acclimated to life outside of Eden.” I was relieved, because it was clear that despite my Supervisor’s efforts that us girls were ill-prepared for the outside world. A thought came to me.

I found myself appreciating her unique approach to teaching. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, we took a break, perching on a sturdy branch. Maya tossed me an apple she had brought along. "Remember, Mia, being a skilled warrior isn't just about brute strength. It's about being adaptable, strategic, and yes, a bit sneaky when the situation calls for it." I bit into the apple, contemplating Maya's words. With the way things were going for me, I might have to be sneaky all the time, not only when the situation called for it.

But now he remembered well what Gerald did and it was very useful to teach Cedric about what to do. Cedric paid attention and he tried to take note of that in his mind. He then asked again about another cases that might occur during the missions so that he would have a basic knowledge about kinds of problems that might appear. Now Vincent tried to share one of his specialty. Sometimes they would need to make a deal with capos and other clients. To win over a hard arguments and serious talk, Cedric would need the ability to read on a person’s mind. This kind of psychological skill would be beneficial to make people believe in Cedric’s words. In order to strengthen up the arguments, Vincent ha

“Alright, better safe than sorry.” The group formed a formation and continued toward the top. Everything seemed calm with no obvious abnormalities. The lower levels of the skill depository were filled with strength methods, alchemy manuals, and similar texts. As they ascended, the number of bookshelves around them decreased. At the same time, Adrian felt their progress becoming increasingly difficult, as if a mysterious force was impeding their advancement. Sensing this, he smiled slightly and said, “It seems someone doesn’t want us to move forward.”