Second Life Ranker Novels & Stories

"Ethan, you’re a new Beta. Your future is in my hands. Defy me again, and I’ll strip your rank." Ethan didn't move. Kaius leaned in, his voice a low threat. "You don't care about your rank? Fine. Think about your parents. They’ve worked for this pack for twenty years. You want them out on the streets?" That hit the mark. Ethan’s face went pale. He hesitated. Kaius nodded, satisfied. "You call her 'Luna,' but don't let her fool you. She’s not fit to lead. She’s been a bully since we were pups. She used her family status to torment the weak!"

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

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!"

In my past life, Debra had been dead set on being the first to give birth to a half-beast, so she'd chosen the wolf clan without a second thought—the strongest of all the packs. She suggested I pick the serpent clan, saying their pregnancy rates were higher. I took her advice and chose Patrick. After Patrick and I mated, I got pregnant fast. And our child was the first half-beast of the generation. The King of Beasts immediately declared our child the next ruler. Meanwhile, Debra kept having stillbirths. She convinced herself it was the wolf clan's bloodline that made the babies hard to carry—so she crept into Patrick's bed in the middle of the night.

"You have no money and no skill! How could you ever compare to Rowan?" Kieran went pale, his body trembling. "Raina, please don't say that... I'll change, I promise. I'll work hard. I'll be better than Rowan!" Raina scoffed, her eyes full of disdain. "Work hard? Please! You've got no background, no connections. You'll never make it, no matter how hard you try! Wake up, Kieran! We were just having fun! Don't take yourself so seriously!" Their bickering swarmed around me like flies, each word needling at my temples.

David was looking forward to this insider’s trade fair. The treasures that could be traded in Sole’s top circles were not bad, and they would not be cheap. If he could get some, his lavish points would soar. By then, it would not take long before his lavish points got to 10 thousand. When the time came, he would upgrade his Body first. Then, he could achieve Ancestral Deity Rank in an instant. Ancestral Deity Rank was the last rank of Divine Realm. It would be very powerful even in Level 9 civilization Leila.

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."

Just a faint, almost imperceptible luminescence under the skin — the Ki pathways of the Iron River Scripture, built over eight consecutive mornings of hitting things until my arms shook. "Body Tempering Level 4," I said to the interface. --- ✦ DAY 6 MISSION — "Iron Skin Foundation" ✦ Correct. You are now ranked #9,872,104 out of 9,876,532 users. You have climbed four thousand, four hundred and twenty-eight places. The System acknowledges this as progress. It then notes you still have approximately nine million, eight hundred and seventy-two thousand places remaining. Pace yourself accordingly. --- "Thank you for the encouragement."

In fact, there was no other name in sight. The elderly couple at our residential complex gate were the same. The old man took his time helping his wife across the street; her name sat steadily in first place above his head, unchanged decade after decade. I stood frozen for a moment, suddenly dazed. So, this was what it felt like to be placed first. I turned my head to look at Lionel. He had his head down, replying to a message. Mom was in first place, Lindsay in second, and I was in third.

What the hell is wrong with this man? --- Back in the safety of my dorm, I open the Academy's main network app to calm my racing heart. Nothing calms me down like looking at money. The Academy has multiple public leaderboards. I click on the Solo Credit Ranking, my eyes scanning the top ten. Every single one of them is a Level 6 monster, and the absolute top ranker is sitting on over a hundred million credits. I click on my own profile. Balance: 450 Credits. I don't feel jealous. I just feel a cold, sharp surge of ambition.