SSS- Rank: I awakened a 100,000 Roulette Return System

Joel Carrow died in a folding chair at twenty-six, only to wake up in the body of Caelmont's “Golden Boy,” days before the Genesis Tear Ceremony, and days after someone started poisoning his nightly tonic.

Betrayed by the girl in his bed and the best friend on his shoulder, Joel awakens the city's first F-rank in a decade: [Flesh-Guide]. The trash class. The laughingstock.

Then Vance is best friend blade opens his chest, and as Joel bleeds out on the Spire's floor, a cold mechanical voice rings through his mind:

[Ding! Near-death requirement met.]

[The Wheel of Fate System has bound to the host!]

[+1 Fate Point awarded.]

[Multiplier x10,000 Achieved! Select Application: A) Skill Proficiency B) Cellular Regeneration C) Body Evolution]

While academy geniuses grind for decades, Joel spins the Wheel and installs forty years of spear mastery in ninety seconds, mutating a common [Thrust] into the Rare-Tier [Meteor Piercer]!

While raid parties flee Stratum Bosses, Joel farms his own body as the resource: every wound heals 10,000x, every near-death mutates his flesh, every lethal gamble cashes out in Fate Points!

Poisoned for weeks? A x50,000 healing surge purges the toxins and refunds every drop.

Slashed down by an A-rank Crimson-Blade? [Body Evolution] x20,000 reforges his trash class into the Epic-Tier [Aegis Juggernaut], kinetic absorption, unbreakable vitality, elite-tier stats!

But Joel doesn't just kill bosses. He resurrects them.

From binding the Grave-Stalker Queen into Nyx, the sentient shadow-assassin who calls him “The Architect,” to forging Vulcan, a magma-hearted war machine with cannons for arms.

Follow Joel as he turns betrayal into currency: blackmailing corrupt mayors, crippling golden boys, hiding his true power behind a Null-Band, and climbing the Zenith Spire one rigged spin at a time.