A banquet, all laughter.
Well—guests laughed. Whether the host was happy, who could say?
Taro, at least, didn't care. As soon as he finished eating, he teleported away without a backward glance.
Key in hand, he returned to White Steed Inn, shut the door, and collapsed onto the bed.
No dirt on his body, no mood for a wooden tub bath. Too lazy.
"Comfortable."
He rolled in the blankets, eyes open, no sleep in sight.
Too much had happened in a single day.
Best to take the silence now and let it settle.
Midnight moon.
After lying still for a long while, Taro sat up and opened his status screen.
[Name: Taro
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown (?)
Race: Unknown (?)
Level: 101
Race Modules: Seraph LV.15, Virtue LV.10, Cherub LV.5, Thrones LV.5, Dominions LV.5, + (Race can be added)
Class Modules: High Priest LV.10, Judge LV.10, Holy Cleric LV.10, Arbiter Knight LV.10, Hand of God LV.10, Dawn LV.5, Oblivion LV.5, World Champion, + (Class can be added)
Skill Modules: Tier Magic (expand), Super-tier Magic (expand), Class Skills (expand), …more + (Authority can be added)
Items: Divine Items (expand), World Items (expand)…more]
"These plus signs are an eyesore."
Not OCD. Just curiosity.
This account had once been capped. And now it could grow again?
The itch was unbearable.
What exactly could be added behind those pluses?
Had the shackles of level caps truly shattered, allowing infinite growth—or was there still some hidden ceiling?
In YGGDRASIL, races were many but finite. Players had already tested nearly every combination. No matter the route, the end was clear.
But now—could he add things that had never existed in the game? Native races, professions, even powers outside the system?
His build was already top-tier. A spellblade at max level. A world champion, crowned after defeating Midgard's first spellblade in the second global tournament.
A title he had never lost.
The pinnacle.
But that was the game.
Here was something else.
New world. New rules. New status screen. New plus signs.
The possibilities were endless.
"Before that, some tests."
He reached into his inventory. A golden longbow, carved with dragons and phoenixes, appeared in his grip.
Hand closed.
One second. Two. Three.
The bow did not vanish.
Fingers tugged the string—taut, responsive.
"Perfect."
His grin widened.
In YGGDRASIL, classes were strictly bound to weapons.
Mages could not equip bows. Warriors could not wield staves.
Unless you used rare cash items or very specific racial abilities, there was no way around it.
But here? That restriction was gone.
He was still a spellblade—but could use a bow.
Proof that the game's laws no longer bound him.
Different from Ainz Ooal Gown's situation.
Bow dismissed, he rummaged further.
Two books surfaced, covers gilded.
Job-change manuals.
[Detected classes available: Lord of Sanctity, Knight of Heavenly Judgement. Proceed?]
"No."
He shut it down immediately.
This was just a test. He wouldn't waste them on a whim.
Even if Lord of Sanctity was strong.
The prompts fell silent. The books returned to storage.
Next came racial manuals. Prompt after prompt. Again he refused.
He only needed confirmation that they still worked.
And they did.
Game-bound restrictions no longer tied him down.
Which raised a bigger question—could he also take on roles from this world?
Professions, races, powers of Teyvat.
Archons. Gods. Sovereigns. Elemental Dragons.
If yes, then his options expanded beyond imagination.
At his level, low-rank was meaningless. Mid-rank, unworthy.
He wanted the rare, the powerful, or the limitless.
Anything less was beneath him.
And why not? He hadn't crossed two worlds just to settle for scraps.
Ambition and retirement were not contradictions. Even salted fish wanted to flip over once in a while.
"Tomorrow I'll ask Zhongli for a Vision. Even an empty husk will do."
"Then try materials."
"Or raid Osial's leftovers at Guyun Stone Forest?"
"Maybe drag Zhongli along and see if we can strip a little wool off Ruodragon Rex at the Tree of Fulong."
"Or hell… just fleece Zhongli himself."
Could work.
If not for free, then through contract.
Bait had already been cast at the Heyu Tea House earlier. Zhongli had bitten.
No need to rush.
Eyes shifted down to the Authority tab.
Authority…
That could mean anything.
On the small end, sanctioned domains within a world.
On the vast end, laws and concepts—powers far above any single realm.
Which was his?
Likely the latter.
After all, many of his skills already bent those boundaries—spatial transfer, resurrection, probability manipulation, even time-stops.
But how to manifest Authority now? Still a blank.
He mulled a while. Then pulled a plain wooden stick from the deepest corner of his storage.
He waited.
Nothing.
Expression flat, he tucked it back.
"Still wishful thinking."
"If I could turn this into my Authority, I'd be unstoppable."
[Will of the World].
One of the "Twenty" World Items.
Looked ordinary until activated.
Once used, its power scaled infinitely, with no ceiling.
Broken beyond reason.
With it, he could crash through an entire top guild alone.
A cheat, plain and simple.
But no. His idea hadn't worked.
Not yet.
(End of Chapter)
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