Pawn-Class Trash: I Level Up Every Time I Die

Whenthetimelinescollapseandhistorynowbleedsintoskyscrapers,theSystemdecideswholives,whodies,andwhogetsrecycled.Now,Thetwoworldsexistsasone.Themodernworld,andthehistorical-fantasyworld.Onecorruptingtheotherasbeastsinvadedthem,causingbothhatredandenmitytowardsanother.AftertheDimensionalRift,societyisnowrunbychess-classranks.Or,ifyou'reElianTalon,you’rebornaPawn.Theweakest,mostdisposableclass.Heandhisfamilywerekilledbyhisdoppelgänger…buthisSystemresurrectshim.Nowhemustdieagain,andagain,toevolveandsurvive.Everydeathmakeshimstronger.Everypainunlocksanewlayerofthetruth.TheworldisnowriggedbyConstellationswhomanipulateeverything.Andtosurvive,Elianmustcrawlfromthegutteroftheboardtothetop,facingQueenswhoaremonsters,whereKing'saremythsandKnightstrainedtokilltrashlikehimonsight.Untilhissystemgavehimanewquest.[KilltheKingoftheWhitePiece.][Allyourstatsarenowmaxed.Butyoumustdie100times.Notsosurehowthiswouldhelpyou.][Yoursponsorwon'tassistyouagain.Welp.Godieagain...orsomething.]Whatthe...fuck?!Whywon'tthatbast—Whywon'thehelpme?!