Job Transfer for All: I Have Unlimited Critical Strikes and Overwhelm All Races

A hundred years after the Great Rift came, thousands of races massacred the city. Human beings used professionals as soldiers to survive under the nine holy cities. At the 18-year-old job transfer ceremony, Lin Jue's awakened career stone lit up the dimmest gray - an F-level career, and the whole audience burst into laughter. The genius school bastard trampled on him in public: trash should stay in the lower city and dig out manure. No one saw it, and the line in front of Lin Jue was words that only he could read: The only hidden profession detected: The Judge is out of specification, and has been automatically masked as an F-level talent. Unlimited critical hits have been activated: all your benefits can be critical hits, and the multiplier is unlimited. From then on, after a night of hard training, while others gained an inch of energy, he hit a thousand times more crit, breaking through the third heaven in a row. The Beastmaster, who everyone in the novice copy was running for his life, was critically hit by his knife, and the damage number jumped to six digits. Practicing a skill once is as good as ten years of training for others, and washing the equipment once will instantly give you the best attributes. Many years later, when the emperors of all races knelt under the crack, they realized that the F-class waste that was ridiculed by the whole city was the one who had suppressed the entire era - the human race Tianqi. I'm not a genius. Lin Jue sheathed his sword, and the digital light pattern shattered into a sea of ​​stars behind him. I'm just good at critical strikes. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.