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Retired X Rank: Life Away From The Frontlines

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X-ranks. They are one rank higher than the average SSS-rank and two levels higher than the SS-rank. If the domain of touching the sky is SS-rank, and the realm of touching the stars is SSS-rank, then X-ranks should be depicted as beings capable of moving the stars. On a continent called Sun Land there exists a guild capable of mass producing X-ranks like they are cars ready to be sold to the nearest dealership. The country where the guild was created expanded the number of territories it controlled and ruled the continent with an iron might since their military strength has already been assured… Until one fateful day, the guildmaster of that X-Rank guild decided to leave the frontlines and retire. ________________________________________________ Disclaimers: 1. This novel will make your brain rot one way or another. 2. This is my attempt to make a novel where you only need to off your brain to read. 3. If you really don't like the story, leave your 1 star/2 star reviews here. I accept all criticism as I will not take it to heart. 4. Currently paused until July 1st 2024.
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