Supreme Game: I Have Awakened The Forbidden Class

"Ugh..."

When Victor woke up, a splitting headache hit him hard.

He opened his eyes as if waking from a bad dream.

His vision was blurred, his body felt heavy, and his senses struggled to adjust momentarily.

"Haah..."

He gasped for breath, the cold air stinging his lungs.

"Where was he? What happened?"

He tried to move, but his limbs felt sluggish, like he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

As he blinked rapidly, he took in his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of some kind of massive colosseum, with towering stone walls and roaring flames.

Then, a robotic voice echoed in his head.

[ Welcome to the Supreme Game ]

A cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind. It was emotionless yet carried a strange authority, making Victor's heart race. Before he could make sense of his surroundings, a blue holographic screen materialized before him.

Player Registration Was Successful!

Name: Raizel Ashblade

Level: 1

Class: None

Spells: None

Inventory: Empty

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Victor's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the hell! Where am I? Wasn't I under Mount Tai?"

Confused, he took a moment to observe his surroundings.

Inside the colosseum, he wasn't alone. Thousands of people, mostly young, were gathered there.

But unlike him, they weren't panicked or confused.

Some were cheering as they explored the panel like him, some looked nervous, while others stood with slumped shoulders, staring at empty air as if waiting for something.

Above them, on high-rise platforms surrounding the arena, men and women of various ages watched attentively.

They, too, cheered and roared, while some carried hopeful eyes as they looked down at their targets below.

[ Congratulations! You have been selected to participate in the Supreme Game ]

The robotic voice returned once again, but this time, it sounded a little more cheerful.

Victor frowned. "Supreme Game? This sounds like one of those web novels."

Before he could think further, he noticed some people giving him odd looks.

He was puzzled.

And the reason for their interest was a green light that burst forth above his head.

He couldn't see it, but others could clearly.

"Oh damn, that nerd Raizel became a player as well? Why was I the only one left out?" A girl's indignant voice rang out nearby.

"Yeah, that's a surprise for me too. I never thought he would get selected as well. He's really lucky," another boy said enviously.

"His father and mother are non-players, aren't they? That means he's a first-generation player. That's really impressive," a girl commented with interest.

"Yeah, the chance of that happening is just 0.99%. That shows how rare it is."

Suddenly, a handsome young man in expensive clothes and earrings snorted.

"Hmph... So what? Can he compare to us? Look at the grade of his talent," the young man said, pointing at the light above Victor's head.

"It's green—the lowest grade talent there is. I'm sure he doesn't have a single class or spell. He's still useless, just like before," he added condescendingly.

"Hahaha... You're right, boss! Look at your bright yellow-level talent and his pale green. It's not even fair to compare the two. You're in a league of your own.

That nerd can never catch up to you in his lifetime. And who knows? He might not even survive the beginner stage!" A young man with blue-grade talent cackled, eager to flatter the other party.

(A/N: Talent Grades:- Green

"Indeed. Well said, Jack." The wealthy-looking young man placed his hand on his lackey's back, as if appreciating his dog's effort.

Victor wasn't in the mood to care about their childish ramblings because he was currently confused as why were they calling him Raizel?

He was Victor, wasn't he?

In confusion, he touched his face and observed his body carefully.

"What's this?"

To his shock, he was in a completely different body—a very young one at that.

Then, all of a sudden, another splitting headache hit him as unfamiliar memories began to rush into his brain.

The memories were of an entirely different person. His name was Raizel, and he was in a completely different world.

The world resembled Earth a lot. Maybe a parallel world, where a dimensional game called the Supreme Game dominated everything, restructuring society completely.

In this version of Earth, those who were selected as players at the age of 16 had the highest chance of becoming the elite of elites in society. Wealth, status, and everything would be within their reach.

For the poor, getting selected as a player was akin to receiving a divine blessing.

That's why others were envious and jealous of Raizel, even though he had the lowest talent among all.

They always looked down on him because of his quiet nature and introverted personality. But now they had no choice but to gnash their teeth in frustration, because Raizel had been Awakened, while they had not.

But it wasn't like he had no well-wishers at all.

"Good luck, my son!"

"Make us proud, Raizel!"

"Good luck, Brother RAI!"

From the spectators' area, a few shouts called out to him. Only now did he notice them after regaining those memories.

He turned his eyes toward them, recognizing they were this body's poor father, mother, and little sister, who were cheering for him.

Their son had been selected as a player, and this was joyous news for the family.

Other parents cast envious looks at Raizel's family, while some snorted dismissively, unimpressed by his lowest-grade talent.

"He can never reach our level of status and power." That's what they thought—at least for now.

On another VIP platform, several men and women sat with an authoritative aura and disciplined posture.

At the forefront, an elderly man with a stern expression and a sophisticated formal suit gazed solemnly at the young people below.

"Not a single Red or Black Talent from our college. How disappointing!" he muttered, clenching his fist, barely restraining his rage.

The other men and women, likely teachers, dared not make a sound.

"Dean, look at the bright side. We still have some Yellow and Orange Talent students from our college," a handsome man with a gentle temperament and glasses said as he adjusted them.

"Hmph! It's still not enough to meet the quota I promised to the Apex Guild. They won't provide extra funding to our college if we fail to meet the agreed quota in this batch.

And look at the students from the other colleges—I see one Red and one Black Talent there. If only they had been our students, I wouldn't have to worry this much," the old man said with frustration.

The other teachers shared his concern. After all, this matter affected not just their institution's reputation but also their chances of promotion and salary increases.

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In the Arena, Victor shifted his gaze around, slowly accepting the new reality he was in.

As he glanced at the magical displays surrounding him, a sense of excitement bubbled within him.

He had always wanted to witness the supernatural, after all. Wasn't this the kind of life he had always desired? A life full of challenges and the thrill of the unknown?

But deep down, a guilt gnawed at him. The guilt was toward Qingfang, who had likely died in the explosion back in his previous life.

Victor felt as if he had killed his friend with his own hands. Because of his recklessness, Qingfang had died.

As for his family in his past life, there was only his little brother. And of course, he had a girlfriend as well.

But he knew they would both be fine without him. His brother would think his foolish elder brother must have died due to his own stupidity, while his beautiful girlfriend would probably find another rich guy.

"But damn, why am I feeling jealous?" Victor murmured internally, as if he couldn't even bear to imagine her with another man.

But as frustrated as he might be, life must go on.

And he wanted to embrace this new life fully—to wield magical powers, which a long-held dream of his.

The moment was drawing near as another notification flashed before his eyes.

[ The Supreme Game is vast, filled with countless regions, dungeons, and cities. Each of you will now be transported to a random starting location. Survive, grow stronger, and carve your path. ]

[ Transporting Selected Players.... ]

[10... 9... 8...]

Victor's heartbeat quickened, anticipation coursing through his whole being.

He had no weapons, no gear—just himself.

Among the others, a few players panicked, while some experienced-looking ones clenched their fists, ready for the upcoming challenge.

[ 3… 2… 1... Good luck, Player Raizel! ]