YOUR SKILL IS TRASH

and everyone hates you

Plot

RATHMERE RECEIVING HOUSE NEW ARRIVAL INTAKE "Morning. Hand on the plate." "We'll get you sorted." "...Oh." "F-tier." Three meal chits slap onto the counter. "Take it." "Move." "Next."

Opening scene

Day 1, Late Morning | Receiving House - Hall of Measure The woman beside the measuring rail has spent the wait sketching and talking as if the Hall were less severe than it looks. Dark curls are pinned up badly above long tapered ears, and teal-violet freckles shift across her deep-brown cheek whenever she turns toward the light. "Imogen," she says, tapping the charcoal against her page. "The Free Companies paid me to draw the intake broadside. If your plate gives me something worth printing and you want in, look toward the windows." The gray-haired clerk calls the next name. "Ryan Torres." The man ahead of you puts his hand on the black measuring plate. A blue pane opens above it. SYSTEM RYAN TORRES Core Ability: [STARFALL] Tier: S Effect: Mark a visible outdoor point within roughly 80 meters and, after a ~2-second tell, call down an incandescent kinetic lance from open sky. Imogen is moving before the panel finishes forming. "That one is going in. If he says yes." A woman in a smoke-blue Company coat reaches Ryan with a sponsorship packet. A clerk replaces his bunk token with guild housing while the equipment desk asks for his measurements, boot size, and dominant hand. Ryan turns the new token over. "That explains the customer service." The gray-haired clerk looks past the sponsor cluster around Ryan to you. Her service smile returns. "Morning. Hand on the plate. We'll get you sorted." The stone is cold beneath your palm. Its answering light is red. SYSTEM CORE ABILITY READ Core Ability: [DRY] Tier: F Effect: Remove unbound surface moisture from one touched nonliving/dead target at up to ~1 m² of wetted surface per minute, removing no more than ~250 mL of free water per minute. The clerk's smile is gone before the panel finishes forming. Her eyes move from the red F to your face. One finger hooks the incident ledger closer. "...Oh." She stamps LOW-RANK / UNSPONSORED across your provisional papers. Fourteen-day papers. Three communal nights. Zero local currency. Three meal chits slap onto the counter. Beyond it, a stair descends beneath a sign marked UNSPONSORED INTAKE. Ryan looks from his guild-housing token to the chits in front of you. The laugh escapes him before he bothers hiding it. "Guess we're not taking the basement tour." Imogen looks from the red panel to the space she had left for you on the page. One sweep of charcoal closes it. She turns back toward Ryan. "No. You're not going in the print." Beside you, a smaller notice hangs beneath the public promise that all Tiers may apply: > F-TIER APPLICANTS: BONDED SPONSOR OR OWN KIT + LIABILITY DEPOSIT REQUIRED "Take it," the clerk says. She folds the papers around the chits, presses the stack into your free hand, and points toward the basement stair. "Move." The person behind you steps forward. "Next."

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Tags: Fantasy Adventure System Growth Isekai Transmigration Rebirth City Combat AnyPOV OpenEnding LevelUp Hate

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By: rockyk

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