Hello, folks. It's me again, the writer who thought if chairs are pretty deadly irl, why not turn them into LitRPG spells? Anyway, after 14 days on RR, I'm lucky to gain 37 chair enthusiasts in my following. And so, with 38K words already written, I'm excited to do another advertising post before going ultra silent and focusing only on writing.
Blurb:
When life gives you chairs, smash monsters with them.
24-year-old Khise was the poorest and weakest Rift Diver in the Association. He had no Class or Skill. The only legacy his late father, a carpenter, gave him was the ability to build wooden chairs. Not magic. Just… regular carpentry.
So when an ogre’s axe cleaved his guts apart, Khise was left with nothing. In his last moment, the System granted him the most pathetic-sounding Class in existence:
Chairmaker.
For his wheelchair-bound sister, Khise will turn his joke Class into power. Instead of casting fireballs or lightning balls, he can conjure chairs from thin air. Luckily, it doesn’t stop there. Each chair he summons has a unique ability of its own, and it is as ridiculous as it is terrifying.
Monsters better sit down. Or they’re in for a glorious chair-bashing.
Au revoir. Thanks for reading
Daniel Omega