Chapter 3: The Celestial Entry
Sorry about that, I accidently released the wrong draft I ended up editing the draft after realizing I made some game lore mistakes
YGGDRASIL's launch was a global event, but Ren Yakovlev—or as the world knew him, "Absolute Sin"—was already five steps ahead.
He didn't waste a second.
The moment servers opened, he injected his cerebral nanomachines, slotted into full-dive mode, and loaded into the character creation screen before most players had even peeled off their celebration streamers. His goal was simple: secure his Game ID.
"Absolute Sin" wasn't just a name—it was a brand, a legal trademark, a legend. And every launch some idiot tried to impersonate him for clout.
Not this time.
A flash of blue light. A swirling nebula of divine code.
Welcome to YGGDRASIL.
Sin cracked his knuckles. "Let's get to work."
Even with his nerves of steel and tournament-scarred reflexes, Sin had to pause at the race selection screen.
It was... absurd. Hundreds of options. Basic humans and elves were just the start. Demons with six arms. Goo girls. Vampire butterflies. A sentient furnace? And then the heteromorphs—the freaks. Monsters. Gods.
He smiled.
This game was going to be beautiful.
He filtered quickly, pulling up the class tree behind each race. Celestial. There it was. A hidden base race listed under the Holy Tree of Light. Not pretty. Not remotely human. No face, no mouth, only a hollow visage of light and bone-white wings curled around a skeletal silhouette.
It was monstrous.
It was perfect.
Because Sin didn't care about looking good. He cared about strength.
The developers had made it specifically for him—not officially, of course. But the build requirements? The hidden quest chains? The absurd class combination lock?
All tailored to the kind of masochistic perfectionist only a pro like him would touch.
He loaded into the race: Celestial.
It had no charisma stat. No face. No popularity modifiers. But high base resistances, ridiculous MP scaling, and it opened the door to one thing:
Archangel of Judgment.
A broken end-tier race that gave you access to the final racial ability: One Who Lived A Thousand Lives.
It sounded poetic. Lore said it represented divine impartiality: to judge all, one must live through all.
In practice? It let you build multiple avatars under a single account and switch between them at will.
Sin grinned.
Multiple avatars, optimized for different metas. He could have one for PvP. One for streaming. One for dumb fun.
He could make builds just for trolling.
He already planned his racial tree assigning 40/100 levels into racial levels which kinda sucks, and already began the job tree planning:
Done.
His avatar shimmered into existence—towering, faceless, wings like latticework of holy flame.
He looked like divine judgment given form. Also a bit like a biblical horror.
Excellent.
He opened his friends menu.
Sin: You in yet?
Touch Me: Almost. The spawn cinematic's long as hell. Also my girlfriend is yelling at me. She saw my character and said I look like a "paladin beetle."
Sin: That's fair. You did pick half-insect.
Touch Me: It has good stats, bro!
Sin: ...it really does.
Touch Me: Anyway, I picked the Western Plains spawn. You?
Sin: Same.
They met by a silver fountain at the newbie hub. Touch Me's avatar looked like a chrome-armored beetle knight with glowing pauldrons and a massive sword slung over his back.
"Damn," Sin said, circling him. "You look like a tank from a mecha anime."
"And you," Touch Me replied, "look like judgment day."
They bumped fists.
And then immediately started min-max grinding like their lives depended on it.