Approximate Status:
HP: 18
MP: 2
Phy. Atk.: 40
Phy. Def.: 40
Agility: 51
Mag. Atk.: 3
Mag. Def.: 0
Resistance: 10
Special Ability: 0
Total: 164
"What the fuck!" Rex snapped in frustration, staring at his status window. After everything, he hadn't leveled up.
Despite wiping out countless monsters with ease, his experience bar hadn't budged. With his current stats, he was absurdly overpowered—still only level 1, yet his numbers rivaled those of a level 30 player.
The main reason for that was his job class, [Apex Singularity]. Upon leveling it to level 5, he had gained a total of 75 stat points. Combined with his talent buff, which doubled all stats gained, that brought the total to 150 stat points—all at level 1.
He had 6 skill points total. Five of them had been used to max out [Apex Singularity], granting him 150 stat points thanks to his talent buff. The remaining stat boost came from another job class: [World Champion], which granted 8 stat points per level until it maxed out.
Rex glanced at the massive orc he had just slain, its body still sprawled on the forest floor. The kill had been effortless.
In his hand was a large, ordinary sword—one of many pieces of gear he had stored away. This particular weapon required no job class to wield, making it a basic-grade sword with no stat bonuses.
Rex sighed as he turned to face the rest of the orcs, each one ranging from level 5 and above. Just killing a single orc of that level should have been enough to push him up at least one level—yet, despite his overwhelming talent, it wasn't that simple. His high potential came with steep requirements.
Without wasting another second, he lunged forward, cutting through orc after orc without hesitation. Even when they turned to flee, Rex didn't let up. He gave them no chance to escape, showing no mercy as he carved through the horde. At last, after hundreds of orcs fell, a notification appeared.
[Leveled Up: 1 → 2]
Gained: 6 Stat Points, 6 Skill Points
"By time… now I have 3 new spells I can learn…" Rex thought, eyes drifting over the list of available job classes.
After a bit of thought, though, he chose not to spend those slots on spells. Instead, he decided to pick up a completely new job class. After all, he could always regain the job classes he'd unlocked in the past. What mattered now was building something that best suited his current self—his current circumstances.
So, he made his choice. [Fighter] It was a simple class, nothing rare or grand. A base-tier job class.
Why choose it? Because [Fighter] would let Rex learn basic, low-level combat spells appropriate for someone at his level. It also allowed him to freely equip and use weapons—something that could prove useful now more than ever.
He didn't know what this world would throw at him next, and in that uncertainty, having a solid, grounded class felt like the best move.
He only needed to reach level 10 to accumulate a total of 60 skill points. There was no reason to rush things. With the way his growth was scaling, he had all the time he needed.
So, instead of pressing forward recklessly, he calmly selected his newest job class and leveled it up to level 3. The remaining skill points were allocated to [World Champion], bringing it to level 4 and rewarding him with 24 stat points—a solid boost that further widened the gap between him and anyone else at his level.
"The next job class should be one that lets me equip armor," Rex said to himself, voice low as his hand slipped into his inventory.
From the swirling interface of his storage space, he pulled out a spear—not just any weapon, but a World-Class Item radiating power.
It was only natural. As the strongest player in the game, and someone who had spent years venturing into its most treacherous, undocumented zones, Rex had acquired more World-Class Items than most players even knew existed. He had so many that his entire main gear set consisted of them, leaving his inventory packed with reserves of overwhelming gear.
What were World-Class Items, you ask? In the lore of YGGDRASIL, the World Tree once bore a countless number of leaves—each one vast, radiant, and brimming with power. But one day, a monstrous entity appeared, an overwhelming force that began devouring the leaves of the tree. One after another, they were consumed, destroyed beyond recovery.
Eventually, only nine leaves remained. These became the foundation for the Nine Worlds of YGGDRASIL.
The World-Class Items were said to be forged from the remnants of those final leaves, each imbued with the essence of a world. Their existence represented the last fragments of primal creation—shards of infinite power.
According to legend, the same monster that devoured the original leaves would occasionally reappear, drawn by the existence of these items, launching attacks against the Nine Worlds to claim them once more.
In the entire game of YGGDRASIL, there were only 200 World-Class Items. Each possessed a unique ability, some so potent they could destabilize the entire balance of the game.
Of course, not every World Item held that kind of influence. Some had more limited or situational effects. But even so, ownership alone was enough to elevate a player's status to the highest tier in YGGDRASIL.
Out of the 200 World-Class Items that existed in YGGDRASIL, Rex possessed five. Well, he used to. Now, he had 15.
The missions he completed weren't just about finishing objectives or unlocking titles. Each World Boss he defeated had rewarded him with far more than just experience or stat boosts. By the end, Rex had collected nine shards of fear—World-Class Items tied to the legends of each realm.
From Asgard, he obtained Gungnir, the legendary weapon of Odin. A World-Class Item in every sense, Gungnir embodied the very concept of absolute strike. Its two main abilities were devastating:
It could ignore all forms of durability and immunity, piercing through even the most fortified defenses.
Once thrown, it would always hit its target, regardless of distance, obstacles, or evasive maneuvers.
From Niflheim, Rex acquired the Shield of the Abyss—a World-Class Item forged from the remnants of Níðhöggr and the shattered roots of YGGDRASIL itself.
Its origins alone made it one of the most powerful defensive artifacts in the game. Considered among the strongest shields in existence, it wasn't just designed to block harm—it could shield its bearer from anything, whether it was damage, curses, mental effects, or even environmental changes. It was, in essence, the ultimate shield—a guardian forged from death and decay.
From Midgard, Rex obtained the Ten Rings—ten individual World-Class Items, each worn on a separate finger. What made these rings truly unique wasn't just their singular power, but their modular design. Each ring held a list of selectable effects, allowing Rex to choose and customize their traits to suit different situations.
But more importantly, when all ten rings were equipped simultaneously, they would trigger a bonus effect—one so mysterious and potentially powerful that even Rex didn't know what it was.
Unfortunately, he couldn't equip them yet. The requirements were too steep for his current level, and until those conditions were met, the rings couldn't be equipped.
The list of World-Class Items Rex possessed went on and on. But for now, the only one he could equip was Gungnir.
Unlike the others, Gungnir had no level requirement. It didn't demand excessive stats or rare conditions. All it required was that the wielder possess a job class capable of using spears—and more importantly, that the spear itself deemed the user worthy. Rex met both conditions without issue. The weapon had accepted him without hesitation.
With Gungnir in hand, Rex wasted no time. His eyes locked onto a target—an orc just within his sensory range. He raised the spear, then hurled it forward.
The weapon didn't just fly—it ripped through space, disappearing from his hand and reappearing in the next instant. A sharp crack echoed through the trees as Gungnir embedded itself in the orc's forehead, killing it instantly.
"It uses a lot of MP to use that one skill," Rex thought, watching his MP drop sharply, from 2 to 1.
Given his high energy control, such a drastic cost should've been impossible. But then the answer clicked into place. He remembered Odin—how even he hadn't thrown Gungnir so carelessly during their fight. The reason was simple: the energy cost was too steep.
"If I lose 1 MP with every throw… whatever," he thought, brushing it off without much concern. He still had 66 stat points available. Without hesitation, he dumped all of them into MP.
Was it wasteful? Maybe. But that didn't matter. He didn't need to conserve resources if every throw meant an instant kill. As long as a strong enough target appeared within range, Rex could bring it down in one shot.
The only reason Odin hadn't one-shot him with Gungnir was because Rex had been equipped with a World-Class Item that nullified the effects of other World-Class Items. But even that wasn't an absolute safeguard.
World-Class Items operated under unique conditions—once an effect was triggered, it couldn't be casually countered. A nullification effect only worked if it was already equipped before the opposing item's ability took hold.
For instance, if someone didn't have a World-Class Item equipped at the moment the spear was thrown, then pulling one out afterward would be pointless—unless that item specifically possessed a defensive ability capable of shielding you.
Still completely naked, Rex extended his palm outward. From far across the forest, Gungnir dislodged itself from the orc's skull and tore through the air, returning to his hand.
And so, the slaughter began. Rex moved through the forest like a storm, killing every monster he could sense, one after another. When he ran out of prey, he simply advanced into the next area. He didn't spare a thought for the ecological balance or whether his actions might draw attention.
None of that mattered. He was here to level up—and level up he did.
One week after arriving in this new world, Rex stood at the summit of a tall mountain, the wind cutting across his skin, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
In his outstretched hand, Gungnir shimmered as it returned once again. He glanced toward his status window, the numbers confirming what he already felt in his bones: He had finally reached level 10.
{Total Level: 10
Racial Level: Godly Human
Job Level: Sorcerer (1)
High Sorcerer (1)
Wizard (1)
High Wizard (1)
Space Time Wizard (5)
Space Time Sorcerer (5)
Limitless (5)
Monk (1)
Marital Lord (1)
Striker (5)
World Champion (5)
World Disaster (5)
Vector Monarch (5)
Eye of Infinity (5)
Apex Singularity (5)
Fighter (3)
Ki Master: Spiritual (9)
Available skill points: 0
Approximate Status:
HP: 100
MP: 100
Phy. Atk.: 100
Phy. Def.: 100
Agility: 100
Mag. Atk.: 3
Mag. Def.: 0
Resistance: 44
Special Ability: 44
Total: 588
"With these stats, I should be around the same level of power as someone at level 90 or so—and all of this without my gear," Rex muttered, letting out a quiet sigh at just how overpowered he'd become. Even he had to admit it was a bit ridiculous.
Exhaling slowly, he shifted his focus ahead. Within moments, he sensed thirteen people approaching his location. Their movement patterns, subtle fluctuations in energy, and scattered presence across the terrain made it easy to detect them.
He wasn't surprised. A few days ago, he'd already encountered a group of humans—individuals who had been effortlessly defeated by him. At the time, he had fully intended to kill them… but in the end, he hadn't followed through.
Despite everything, Rex came to a quiet realization. He wasn't as cold-hearted as he once believed he was.
It looked like word had spread—rumors of a lone man who had wiped out every monster in the forest single-handedly. A man who, strangely enough, had been asking odd questions about the world around him.
Rex didn't bother moving. He remained seated atop the mountain, calm and unmoving, simply watching as the group of thirteen approached.
They reached him quickly. Each one slowed as they drew near, their eyes locking onto him, and every expression twisted into varying shades of confusion, suspicion, or awkward disbelief. After all… Rex was still completely butt naked.
"A giant, a loli, an elf, a black knight, a white knight, a dwarf, an assassin, a necromancer, a dark cultist, a magic swordsman, a priest, a holy magician… and to top it all off, their weakest member," Rex said with a relaxed smile, casually sizing each of them up.
His tone was calm, even amused, though his sharp gaze lingered on two specific figures—the one in white armor and the loli standing beside him. Something about them felt familiar. He was certain he had seen them before.
"You're a player?" the one Rex had identified as the weakest suddenly asked, his voice tinged with shock.