In the world of talents and superpowers, people awaken a talent varying by ranks around the age of fifteen. Some get their powers early during happy moments, while others unlock them during life-threatening situations. A few unlucky people never awaken any talent at all and become complete outsiders.

Solomon awakened exactly on his fifteenth birthday. He received an incredibly rare SSS-rank talent and became famous all over the world. However, three years passed with him trying to figure out his power, but no one could help him understand how to use it. The public quickly turned on him and gave him the nickname 'Strongest Loser'. 

No guild, corporation, or organization wanted to recruit him despite being an SSS-rank talent holder.

One day, when he was on his way home after getting rejected by the last guild in the city, a beggar came to him asking for money. He randomly helped the old beggar, who gave him a dirty paper in return.

It was an invitation to the Live Streaming Academy, where only the chosen ones with an invitation could ever enroll. He thought that joining the academy might help him finally be able to use his talent. With no other choice left, Solomon decided to go there and test his luck.

That single choice turned Solomon into a legend. He became the most feared for generations to come, and even when centuries passed, no one dared to say his name out loud, and he was only referred to as 'the one who shall not be named'.

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Solomon lowered his fist and looked in the direction the talisman had come from.


A woman stood near the top of the stone stairs. She possessed thick, wavy brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders.


She wore traditional Eastern Realm martial robes, but the fabric was tailored perfectly to accentuate her mature, incredibly attractive figure. The robes were a deep, mesmerizing shade of violet with gold embroidery. Delicate, silver bells were tied around her wrists and her slender waist, chiming softly with every subtle movement she made.


The chat interface immediately spiraled into degeneracy.


[trenthany: Solo Man please introduce us!]


[Frendscham: the attire choices in this sect are top tier.] 


Chapter 377 - The Dynamics of the Pavilion