Level Up Comic Novels & Stories

Back at the dorm, I made a quick bowl of instant noodles and sat down at my desk to start today's training. It wasn't until my eyes began to sting from the strain that I reluctantly closed my laptop. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a new notification. I unlocked it and saw that Hugo had posted something on his social media. [It's so great having you. Thanks for making me hangover soup when I drink too much.] The photo showed Luna in an apron, busy in the kitchen, bathed in soft lighting that gave it a warm, cozy feel.

Therefore, he should just wait a few days. When the time came, he should be able to increase his body to extraordinary level 9. However, he did not know whether there would be another limit when he got to extraordinary level 9. No matter what, he should be able to fight with Leeman and the gang after his body reached extraordinary level 9. If he upgraded his mind power to extraordinary level 9 as well, Leeman and the rest should not be his opponents anymore. By then, he would finally be regarded as having a certain foothold.

as they stroll over. “I heard you moved up from D,” Tobias says, dropping into the seat on my left. “Nice work.” “You guys are lifesavers,” I sigh, relief washing over me. “I thought I’d be stuck here with complete strangers.” …and grumpy Darien. Levi slides into the seat at my right, leaning back with his usual nonchalance. “Well, you’re good… for now.” I narrow my eyes. “For now?” “Yeah,” he says with a smirk. “We couldn’t take it last month because of the Alpha Games. But this month we’re aiming to move up to Level A.”

Derkley looked satisfied like a fed beast after absorbing Watson's power. The three e Bloody Pythons next to him also grew thicker. "I didn't expect to have to use my trump card on you today, but it's a good thing. My powers will improve once I defeat you, you terrifyingly powerful guy! The twelfth level… level up!" Derkley glared at Wilbur and roared angrily after killing his own son. Then, he swallowed the remaining three Bloody Pythons next to him. He started to forcefully raise his level in front of Wilbur.

Charlie asked in a depressed state, “Does that mean that I’ll go back to sleeping on the floor again if I’m downgraded a level?” “Yes!” Claire replied triumphantly, “If you don’t behave well, then you’ll be downgraded and you’ll sleep on the floor again. If you continue behaving badly, then you’ll have to go downstairs and sleep in one of the guest rooms there. Anyway, we have many bedrooms in our villa!” Charlie was about to cry as he said, “Wife, then can you tell me what the next level is? When can I be upgraded to the next level then?” Claire blushed as she said, “The next level is a secret for the time being. As for when you can be upgraded to the next level, you’ll have to wait for a n

Inside, Nora’s hand rested on Lily’s shoulder, not holding her back, just reminding her she was not alone. “I’m coming back,” Evelyn said. Lily studied her. “That sounded like when grown-ups say things because kids are listening.” “It was better than that.” “How much better?” “At least thirty percent.” Lily frowned. “That’s not a lot.” “It’s a survival-grade percentage.” The fox stared at Evelyn with one black button eye. Lily looked down at it, then back at her. “The fox says, ’ Don’t be stupid.” Evelyn nodded solemnly. “Tell the fox I accept the terms.”

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

Her arms were crossed, her lips curled just enough to make it clear she wasn’t joking. I stepped forward until I was standing right in front of her. “You’re right,” I said simply. “I was lucky to find Logan. He’s my soulmate.” Her eyes widened slightly, like she’d expected me to get defensive. “But,” I continued, “before you make comments like that, maybe you should actually read my comic. All of it. And if you still think it’s garbage after that? You’re welcome to leave my team.” The small circle around us went very still. I could see one of the guys from the design team holding his drink halfway to his mouth, frozen mid-sip.

Jerry asked as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed some ice cream “Its levels a Playboy has to go through and these levels are endless. As long as there are fishes in the sea, our level continues. We just hunt for bigger fishes, by bigger I mean richer and I just leveled up” I smirked as I shot a man dressed in a burrito. Now who would even think about wearing that.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"