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“Hmm… I wondered about that. Blaze might not look like it— but he got himself in 3rd place, oh wait, it’s 4th now, with just his fists alone.” “Huh…?” I was surprised. “His rank is just under Persia…!?” I immediately activated my screen and checked the rankings. It made me jaw-dropped. The latest top eight was as so: 1. Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare 2. Kuroyuki Shiroha 3. Persia Silverlight 4. Crimson Veludora Blaze 5. August Whisperwind 6. Rumelia Heartlock 7. Kronos Y Chronoclock 8. Sherry Scarlet Rosenberk

He pointed his fingers, "Anyway, for people with 50 to 70 necro, they are C rank, 70 to 90 are B rank, 90 to 120 are A rank, 120 to 150 are S rank, 150 to 250 are double S rank, while 250 to 500 are triple S rank. In Lumiere city, there are only five triple S rank." "Who are those?" "Zyrus Valencia, Marco, the city lord and I forgot the other two, but they are the glorious five of the Lumiere City." "Is there someone who's necro is above 500?" "There is." "Reeve Giraudus, I think he has more or less 1,200 necro." "That's a lot." I shook my head off and smirked, "Guess there's no way to be like him eh?" He snapped his fingers and grinned. "I wouldn't say that for sure."

When the department head told me to seat next to Jevro, I felt excited for some reason. About my power rate, I speak with the people who assisted me. Honestly, my power surpasses even those people from other countries. If we compare the ranking to the rankings of protagonists in every fantasy novel, Jevro's and other Black Malemyns are S rank. But me, I'm currently an SS rank. And if we go back to the rankings of the original Malemyns, I'm currently the new found Purple Stage Malemyn.

The one Yvonne had on that afternoon — that was the real stunner. Yvonne had waltzed in earlier, all smiles, showing off her new bling to me. "Pretty, right? Eric got it for me. However, don't get green with envy — I snagged an extra with points, and he'll get you one too." Eric noticed I was not thrilled with the necklace and his forehead wrinkled with concern. "What's the matter? Isn't this your favorite? I haven't given you much over the years, so why aren't you happy when I finally do?"

Rows and rows of tombstones lined up in an arranged order as Luna drove past, Luna glanced at the names on the tombstones as she always did whenever she came to the memorial ground. Lisa Hackney III (the third), Jaime Crow Sullivan, Kira Langdon, Larry Samuels II (the second). and as always, Luna wondered what their stories were. The third, the second, names that sounded important and highborn. They probably had generational wealth and influential families who were still alive. Luna had never bothered to research them, the only reason she even knew of their names was because the grave of someone she loved was in the same place as hers. She was not the sort of person who judged another human

What a load of crap. Sure, there were strong beasts outside. But they were all madmen—rejects cast out by their own packs. A human like me, cut off from tribal protection, was as good as dead. In my past life, Debra had nearly died several times out there, and I'd been the one to save her. And this was how she repaid me—by stealing my mate after being reborn, and getting me banished. I let out a cold laugh. "Thanks for the good wishes, Debra. But you should worry about yourself. Patrick's a strong one—you better keep up your strength. Wouldn't want to disappoint him."

Sienna would be crying fake tears, telling him she was doing her best while secretly wondering if Marcus was actually as smart as she thought he was. In my first life, I was the one crying. I was the one begging for their approval. "Never again," I whispered. I walked over to my desk and opened my laptop. The glow of the screen felt like the only real thing in a world made of ghosts. I had a plan, and it started with a very specific email. There was a company called Sterling Media. They were the direct rivals to the firm Marcus was trying to partner with. The CEO of Sterling, a woman named Eleanor Vance, hated Marcus. She thought he was a "pretentious little vulture," and she was right.

The light in front of me dimmed, fading out bit by bit, until the crashing waves swallowed my weak cries whole. I reached out, fingers straining for the life ring just a few feet away, only to see Terry Vargas step in and puncture it with a needle, destroying my last chance. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared me down. "You killed the girl I loved most. I hope you enjoy this living hell." When he saw me stop fighting, finally going still, he turned and walked away, satisfied.

Chase Lister, my junior in university, spread his arms wide, firmly shielding me behind him. He frowned and looked at Mom and Dad with disgust. "I've never seen parents as shameless as you two!" he shouted. "Why should you sacrifice one child's life for the sake of the other? "What's so good about Jane? She's just a useless, spoiled trust-fund brat! How can you be so biased? She doesn't even hold a candle to Yvonne! You two must be completely blind to trade a diamond for a piece of glass!"

She nodded, evidently having lost her voice due to shock. “The uncharted kingdom, right? Or should I call you the unranked tribe?” The muscles around their faces loosened up before they tensed up for a different reason. They looked nervous now. Juviana subtly peeked at Ibrahim and Ali. These two kings held the highest rank respectfully. Whereas, Juviana was the unranked leader. In this world, the ranking was everything. The fact that she had not had one meant that her value was next to nothing. Shadow smiled sweetly at her still. “Are you worried? Because you are an unranked lord?”