He didn't bother hiding his goal.
Also… Alan thought, one of the Seven Malignant Saints' passive skills requires defeating one of the top twenty players in each category.
He recalled the powerful skills of the seven malignant saints.
Supreme Ruler.
A passive skill belonging to one of the Seven Malignant Saints—and among all skills in satisfy, it was one of the strongest offensive passive in existence.
"Will you return?" Ohong asked, tugging lightly at Alan's shirt.
Alan smiled and patted her head gently.
"Of course I will."
"I would like to come with you," Shona said softly, "but taking care of Ohong is my responsibility."
Alan nodded in understanding.
After finishing his meal, Alan stood up and prepared to leave.
As he rode the horse he had rented from the stable, his thoughts turned serious.
"According to the forums, in the neighboring kingdom there's Zibal, the current Rank 2," Alan muttered. "And in just ten days, Chris—another top-ten ranker—also reside in Pedro."
Both of them were swordsman.
"And since they are Ranker, both most likely have unlocked the Sword Saint Candidate title" Alan thought and continued to Haken Kingdom where Zibal is residing.
While inside the SA Headquarters, Lim Cheolho stared at a floating screen filled with complex data streams.
The information scrolling before him was… troubling.
[Prediction Analysis Result]
– Player Alan has a 100% probability of obtaining the Mumud Spell Book
– Probability of successfully inheriting the Mumud Class: 80%
– 91% probability of obtaining the Sword Saint Class
– 41% probability of obtaining the Madra Successor Class
– 96% probability of obtaining the Kruger Successor Class
Lim Cheolho leaned back slowly and let out a long sigh.
"Four legendary classes…" he muttered.
"And every single one of them is tied to Player Alan."
His gaze shifted to another data layer.
"…And it all traces back to the Alabantino Lineage Quest."
Alabantino, in his search to create the ultimate legendary equipment, had traveled the entire world. During his lifetime, he left behind countless creations, experiments, and incomplete legacies.
By the time later generations rose, many of those legacies had unknowingly fallen into their hands.
And now—
All of those threads were converging on a single player.
Alan.
"As he progresses through the Alabantino lineage quest," Lim Cheolho murmured,
"he's bound to encounter all of these classes sooner or later."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Pagma's rare book was taken by someone else… so at least that one will not fall into his hands."
He paused, then sighed again.
"But if Player Alan were to acquire all of these classes…"
"Game balance would completely collapse—at least for some time."
After a moment, he shook his head.
"…Though balance would eventually restore itself as others grow stronger."
Still, one fact remained unavoidable.
"No one can stop him from acquiring the Mumud Successor Class," Lim Cheolho said quietly.
He turned toward the central AI.
"Morpheus," he asked,
"What would happen if Player Alan somehow obtained all of these classes?"
The system responded instantly.
[Analysis Response]
– Such an outcome is extremely unlikely unless Player Alan reaches a very high level and unlocks the hidden system allowing a second—and potentially third—class.
– If this condition is met, the Alabantino Successor Class would evolve into a Legendary Class far earlier than projected, due to resonance.
– It would further synchronize with the Kruger Successor Class, resulting in the evolution into a Grand Craftsman Class.
– As for Mumud, Sword Saint, and Madra:
– There exists strong synergy between Sword Saint and Madra
– No direct synergy exists between Mumud and the other two
– However, this imbalance can be offset by Player Alan's Blacksmith Main Class, which allows him to use any item.
Silence filled the room.
Lim Cheolho stared at the projection, then slowly smiled—half amused, half uneasy.
"…He really is an anomaly."
Alan, meanwhile, was heading toward Yubadakan City in the Haken Kingdom. Zibal was an active player in this territory, and according to rumors Alan had gathered from the forums, he was also the territory lord—now holding the title of a Baron-class noble.
Before long, Alan arrived at the city. It looked no different from any other city in Satisfy—beautiful, lively, and bustling with activity.
He left his horse at the stable and walked inside. NPCs and users mingled throughout the streets, filling the city with noise and movement.
"Did you hear? Zibal succeeded in another raid and even got himself a Wyvern pet!"
"Seriously?! Damn, I'm jealous. Wyverns have insane pride—you either need a long, ridiculous quest or overwhelming power to tame one."
Alan walked past them, a faint smile forming on his lips.
"Hm… so Zibal already got his pet," Alan thought. He remembered from the book how Zibal had shown off his Wyvern during the first National Competition—only to be utterly defeated by Grid's Hellcat.
"Speaking of which… I should get one too," Alan mused as he headed toward the Lord's Manor.
The manor was a massive mansion, easily dwarfing the surrounding buildings in the city.
When Alan reached the gate, the guards crossed their spears and stopped him.
"Halt. State your business," one soldier demanded.
Alan replied calmly, "Go tell your lord that someone here wishes to challenge him. I'll be waiting in the arena and if he wins I will give him a Unique Rank Sword."
With that, Alan turned and left. The guards exchanged glances before one of them hurried inside the manor.
Not far from the gate, a player was watching the scene closely.
She was Misty, a reporter.
Zibal, as the second-ranked player in the unified rankings, was an absolute goldmine for interviews—but securing one was extremely difficult. That was why she had been waiting nearby, hoping to catch him the moment he appeared.
Her gaze shifted to Alan.
"Who's that?" she muttered softly.
Alan was wearing a white mask, and in Satisfy, masks had the special function of hiding the name tag that normally floated above a player's head. Because of that, Misty couldn't identify him.
"But this could still be a scoop," Misty smiled to herself. "Even if he's just a weak challenger, I can at least get footage of Zibal fighting."
She continued waiting, unaware of just how wrong she was about the masked player.