No Name. No Class. No Mercy.

<p>High school was already a mess for <em>Lyric Garcia</em>-awkward crushes sweaty P.E. and one very bad Taco Tuesday that nearly turned the gym into a biohazard zone. Then came the real glitch: he fell straight out of reality and flushed into Velmira a cyberpunk deathworld where every bad decision feels like pulling the lever on a broken carnival toilet-round and round until something ugly swallows you whole.</p><p>In Velmira names are power. Classes define your fate. Lyric has neither. That makes him a walking error message a Nullborn marked for deletion. Armed with nothing but stubborn sarcasm a shardblade that feels too heavy and an iron will not to get erased he's dragged through trials where bad tacos are the least of his worries. Boss fights roar out of fractured code alliances fracture as fast as friendships form and the system itself whispers promises he'd be a fool to believe.</p><p>But Lyric isn't here to play by its rules. He's here to break them. Even if it means turning every whirlpool toilet of a trial into his own battlefield. Even if it means finding out what it costs to carve out a name when the system swears you don't deserve one.</p><p><em><strong>No Name. No Class. No Mercy. </strong></em>is a LitRPG saga of survival identity and the kind of humor you need when your life depends on holding it in for just one more level-up.</p>