No Class No Limits

He should’ve received a class. A nice little system interface.   Maybe a sword. A spell. A pet slime. Instead, he got a fatal error… and a one-way trip straight out of Earth. Dropped into a hostile wasteland with no stats, no quests, and no idea what just happened, he did what any unqualified, underprepared human would do:   He survived.   Then he thrived.   Then he broke everything. Now, he's tearing through forgotten worlds, rewriting the rules, and collecting more scars than achievements. One day, he’ll return. And when he does?   The system’s going to wish it had never kicked him out. I’m ayanczuk, and I proudI⸮¥—⧆▒§~ [ERROR: NARRATIVE CONTROL OVERRIDE] Damn! The author didn’t do my story justice. Let the mighty Keegan himself take care of it. Efficient. Honest. To the point. You’ll read my tragedies. Many. How did I survive? Plot armor, baby! But don’t worry, it’s not all suffering. There are slice-of-life moments. Adventure. Action. Zero romance, though. No one could possibly handle my divine, unattainable heart. I’ve met gods, monsters, lunatics, and rocks. Lots of rocks. And I can’t wait to tell you about them. My story is one of survival, resilience, and relentless progress. From pawn to king. From king to emperor. From emperor to… Eh, better not spoil that part. But to get there? We’ll need to crawl through thousands of years of blood, pain, and absolutely unfiltered sarcasm. You in?