New world(1)
He calmly examined the entire panel, confirming that all his skills, items, professions, and NPCs were intact.
Satisfied, he shifted his focus to his body. It felt incredibly light yet brimming with power. Taking a simple step forward, he found himself several meters ahead in an instant—pure speed, no skills or enhancements involved.
Next, he decided to check his abilities to ensure they were functioning properly.
"Snake Fang," he muttered, his hands tightening as his fingers sharpened into claw-like blades. A faint black light flickered as he slashed at a massive tree beside him.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then, a thin line appeared where his claws had struck. A second later, the upper section of the tree silently slid downward, severed with eerie precision.
As the upper part of tree began to fall, he murmured, "Tier 2 Magic: Shadow Execution."
The moment the chant ended, several dark spikes emerged from the surrounding shadows, piercing the falling tree in a perfect circular formation, suspending it midair.
After a few seconds, the dark spikes vanished, and the upper section of the tree crashed to the ground, riddled with gaping holes.
"Hmm, the skills are working just fine," he reasoned calmly.
But then, a strange feeling crept in—he was too calm. Before all this, he had been just an ordinary person, so this unnatural composure felt off.
"Is it because of that?" he wondered.
Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled back his hood, fully revealing his face.
Medium-length, curly black hair framed his sharp features. His dark black eyes carried an intensity that matched his chiseled face—one he had painstakingly designed with time and effort.
Yet, as he observed himself, the unnatural calmness slowly faded, replaced by a sense of certainty.
"Ah… so it really was the hood," he thought.
This outfit was one of his prized possessions, granting not just extra attributes but also special effects when the hood was worn.
The first was Anonymity, preventing others—even players—from seeing his face, ID, or details unless they were of equal or higher level.
The second was Forced Calmness, which induced a state of extreme composure. While it dulled emotions, it provided a crucial advantage: a +5% critical hit chance during sneak attacks—an invaluable trait for his assassin role.
It seemed that the Forced Calmness effect had dulled his reaction to time travel, making him barely respond to the situation.
However, even after the effect wore off, he remained mostly unaffected.
A flicker of emotion surfaced in his eyes—remnants of his past life—but it quickly faded.
"Eh, looks like my professions influence me more than I thought," he mused. "Well, it doesn't really matter."
A faint sense of nostalgia washed over him, but it was fleeting. He had never been particularly attached to his previous life.
He was just a 16-year-old gamer who lived alone. His parents had a strained relationship, leading to their separation. He stayed with his mother, but she frequently traveled, and their bond was distant. Their only real connection was financial—both his parents ensured his monthly expenses were covered, but beyond that, there was little else.
Most of the nostalgia stemmed from the friends he had known.
"Sigh... Let's focus on my current situation," he muttered, shaking off the thoughts.
Next, he checked the NPCs section.
He had created only three, but each was crafted with utmost care. Among them, the strongest possessed such unique skills and overwhelming power that even he wasn't certain he could win against him.
Not that he was weak. He was the first to clear the entire main storyline, defeating the final boss—a feat considered nearly impossible by other players due to the dragon's massive HP and MP, as well as its unfair advantage of having nine heads or, nine lives.
Seeing the Summon option, he decided to go ahead.
"Summon," he commanded.
In an instant, a flash of light illuminated the area, and three figures materialized before him. The moment their eyes landed on him, they dropped to one knee.
"Ah~ Hello, Masterrr! Long time no see!"
"My Lord," the other two greeted in unison.
Ignoring the first one's playful tone, he simply responded, "Hmm. Get up."
As they stood, he took a moment to observe them.
The one on the far right was clad in full-body dark armor, adorned with intricate, eerie patterns. A dark, gas-like substance seeped from its form, giving it an ominous presence.
A visible seam ran across its neck, as if the head had once been severed and reattached.
In its left hand, it wielded a massive shield, while its right hand gripped a whip—crafted from the spine of some enormous creature.
It was the weakest of the three NPCs he had created.
"Status," Lex muttered, and in response, the being's details appeared before him.
[
Name: Varus Tenebrisborn
Race: Dullahan
Level: 100 (Max)
Professions:
Dullahan (Lv.10)
Headless Knight (Lv.15)
Knight (Lv.15)
Great Knight (Lv.10)
Legendary Knight (Lv.5)
Evil Spirit (Lv.15)
Phantom Warlord (Lv.15)
Death Bringer (Lv.10)
Abyssal Warden (Lv.5)
]
Nodding and seeing no difference, he moved on to the next figure standing to the left of Varus.
The man standing there had a noble and refined appearance. He wore a long coat made of black feathers on the upper half, giving him an elegant yet intimidating presence. Underneath, he had on a well-fitted dark waistcoat with silver embroidery, paired with straight black trousers and polished boots. A thin belt with intricate patterns fastened his outfit neatly.
In his right hand, he held a folding fan made of dark wood, with faint silver designs running across its surface. His overall attire gave the impression of a high-ranking noble—someone who carried both grace and authority.
He had long, well-groomed black hair flowing down his back, complementing his strikingly beautiful face and charming black eyes. His features carried an air of elegance, making him look more like a noble lord than a warrior.
He was the second most powerful NPC under Lex, possessing both grace and overwhelming strength.
"Status," Lex muttered.
[
Name: Dabrius
Race: Half-Fallen Angel, Half-Tengu
Level: 100 (Max)
Professions:
Fallen Angel (Lv.10)
Tengu (Lv.10)
Noble (Lv.15)
Weapon Master (Lv.15)
Dark Mage (Lv.15)
Darkness Incarnate (Lv.10)
Sun Eater (Lv.5)
Messenger (Lv.15)
Bad Omen (Lv.10)
Disaster Incarnate (Lv.5)
]
And lastly, the one standing—or rather, fidgeting slightly while standing—in the leftmost corner.
He was a tall figure, standing at 1.9 meters, his presence teetering between elegance and eerie theatricality. A ceramic-white mask concealed his face, adorned with a wide, black grin and hollow, ink-dark eyes— looking happy as well as eerie at the same time.
His messy, tousled hair, a blend of pale pink and purple, framed the mask in a way that made him look both unsettling and strangely captivating.
He wore a long, black-and-white checkered tailcoat, the bold pattern shifting like an optical illusion with every movement. Beneath it, a crisp white vest hugged his frame, neatly buttoned over a black dress shirt. A large, ruffled white tulle collar sat stiffly around his neck, adding an air of exaggerated sophistication.
His plain white trousers, well-fitted and unembellished, provided a stark contrast to the striking upper half. Completing his ensemble were polished, high-laced black boots, extending up his legs in a sharp, refined finish.
And on both hands, pristine white gloves—unblemished, like a performer.
He was the most powerful NPC Lex had created, crafted with an abundance of rare and unique materials—a true masterpiece of his design.
Yet, unlike the stoic demeanor of Varus or the noble grace of Dabrius, this one carried an air of carefree mischief, his personality leaning toward the nonchalant and theatrical rather than the refined or imposing.
Shaking his head, Lex muttered,
"Status."
[
Name: Freude
Race: Faceless Person
Level: 100 (Max)
Professions:
Faceless Person (Lv5)
Clown (Lv15)
Trickster (Lv10)
Fool (Lv5)
Puppeteer (Lv15)
Manipulator (Lv10)
Fate Twister (Lv5)
Mad Artist (Lv10)
Envoy of Madness (Lv5)
Grinning Jester (Lv10)
Lord of False Smile (Lv5)
]