The Apocalypse Gave Me the Worst Class

This morning was normal. Then the sky split open.

Monsters pour out of rifts across the city, and in front of you floats a glowing Class Card. Everyone gets one. Ranks run from E to S, and fate decides which you draw. Most people get trash. A lucky few become monsters themselves.

What will you get?

🎴 Roll your rank yourself. No fixed hero, no guaranteed power. Your number decides your fate. ⚔️ Survive real danger. Monsters can kill you fast. Smart choices beat raw strength. 📈 Rise from the bottom. Every class can evolve, and low-rank classes hide secret traits waiting to be discovered. 🧍 Trust no one. Other survivors may help you, use you, or hunt you for your loot.

E-rank or S-rank, the end of the world doesn't care. Only one question matters:

Can you survive it?