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"Fuck my life! I got rejected again!" the silver-haired young man cursed. The fluorescent light of the vending machine flickered as Solomon stared at the cheap energy drinks behind the glass. He rolled a single coin between his thumb and index finger. His stomach grumbled loudly, reminding him that he had skipped lunch to make it to his interview at the Silver Fang Guild. And just like the dozens of interviews before it over the last three years, he had failed. In this world, everyone awakened a talent at the age of fifteen. Guilds usually scooped up the promising kids, trained them in academies until they turned eighteen, and then hired them as official workers. Solomon had awakened exactly on his fifteenth birthday with a world-shaking SSS-rank talent called Convergence. The government had immediately handed him a massive scholarship to get the best training available. Three years passed, and no one could figure out how to activate his power. The scholarship funds officially stopped at the end of the month since he was turning eighteen. His family had taken on massive loans to support his expensive gear and living costs in the city during his training. Solomon frequently rubbed his temples and lost sleep whenever he looked at his shrinking bank balance. The public simply called him the 'Strongest Loser' now, and every guild had rejected his applications. He had no options left besides the number one guild in the country, and he absolutely lacked the courage to even look in their direction. "Spare a coin for an old man?" Solomon blinked and looked down. A dirty, bearded beggar sat slumped against the side of the vending machine. The man wore tattered rags and held out a grimy hand. "I am completely penniless right now," Solomon said. The old man grinned, revealing a row of missing teeth. "I can hear the metal clinking in your pocket, boy. The heavens say that giving away charity always comes back to you a hundredfold." Solomon looked at the coin in his
