《Row Online: I have an administrative class [ LitRPG ]》 Chapter - 1: The Awakening lden sunlight poured through the half-open window, casting a warm glow across the modest room. The rays illuminated the sparse furnishings¡ªplain walls, a single bed neatly made, and a small wooden desk pushed against the corner. On the bed lay a young man, his features serene as he slept. His chestnut-brown hair fell softly over his forehead, and his pale complexion seemed almost translucent under the soft morning light. His casual clothes were slightly rumpled, hinting at a restless night. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, a mix of confusion and panic clouding his face. He bolted upright, his breathing heavy and ragged as though he''d just woken from a nightmare. His hands trembled slightly as he brought them in front of his face, studying them with wide, frantic eyes. "I''m¡­ I''m okay," he murmured to himself, his voice shaky, disbelieving. "How is this even possible?" He scanned his surroundings, his gaze darting to the familiar but distant objects in the room. The neatly arranged desk, the worn rug on the floor, the slightly peeling paint on the walls¡ªall of it seemed strangely out of place and yet unmistakably familiar. "Wait a minute," he whispered, his voice tinged with unease. "Why am I at my parents'' house? I should either be in the hospital¡­ or¡­" He swallowed hard, the next thought unspoken but heavy with implications. He swung his legs off the bed, his bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. His body felt lighter, stronger even, yet his mind was awash with confusion. Standing up, he turned instinctively toward the wall to his left. A full-length mirror was mounted there, its surface slightly smudged. As he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, something about his reflection made his breath hitch. In a sudden, almost desperate motion, he spun to face the mirror fully. His hands flew to his face, tracing his features as though to confirm they were real. He leaned closer, staring at himself. "How¡­ how am I this young?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. His reflection looked back at him¡ªa version of himself he hadn''t seen in a decade. The smoothness of his skin, the lack of worry lines, and the vibrant energy in his eyes¡ªit was undeniably him, but from years ago. Beside the mirror, a familiar chair caught his eye. On it sat his old PC, its once cutting-edge design now a relic of the past. He hadn''t seen it in years, not since he''d left it behind at his parents'' house. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt. "Could I have¡­" He paused, his voice faltering. "¡­somehow gone back in time?" The thought was absurd, and yet, the evidence was overwhelming. His heart raced as he reached for his desk. On it lay his old smartphone, a model he hadn''t touched in years. He picked it up with trembling hands, the weight and texture eerily familiar. Pressing the power button, he waited anxiously for it to boot up. The screen lit up, and his heart skipped a beat as he read the date on the home screen: January 1, 2025. "I''m¡­ ten years back?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind reeled as memories came flooding back¡ªthe choices he had made, the regrets he had harbored, and the moments he had wished he could undo. His eyes shifted to the computer on the desk. Memories of that machine came rushing back¡ªlong nights spent gaming, the victories and defeats, and the bittersweet decision he had made to delete his Row Online account. That day was supposed to mark the start of a new chapter in his life, a fresh beginning as he prepared to enter the prestigious National University to study computer science. He remembered the weight of that decision vividly. Deleting his account in one of his favorite games had felt symbolic¡ªa farewell to his past self and a commitment to the future.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Yet, in hindsight, that single act had led to a cascade of events he could never have foreseen. Two months later, the game had released its groundbreaking second version. With updated features and a new VR-Set, it had taken the world by storm. Millions of players had flocked to it, making it a cultural phenomenon almost overnight. The regret of having deleted his account had haunted him ever since. Adam moved closer to the desk, his movements slow and deliberate. He pulled out the chair and sat down, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his shoulders. His fingers hesitated over the computer''s power button before finally pressing it. The familiar hum of the machine powering up filled the room, followed by the faint glow of the monitor. His heart pounded as the desktop interface appeared. There it was¡ªRow Online''s icon, sitting in its old position. With a deep breath, he clicked on it, his fingers trembling. The game''s interface loaded, its familiar graphics and theme music hitting him like a wave of nostalgia. For a moment, he sat frozen, afraid of what he might discover. Had he already deleted his account? Or was it still there, waiting for him? The screen prompted him to log in. His hands moved almost automatically, typing in the username and password he thought he''d forgotten. The system processed his credentials for what felt like an eternity before the familiar welcome screen appeared. His account was still there. Relief washed over him, and he let out a breath he didn''t realize he''d been holding. For the first time that morning, he smiled faintly. Maybe, just maybe, this was his second chance. Adam sat motionless in front of his computer screen, the soft hum of the machine filling the silence around him. His gaze lingered on the glowing interface of Row Online, the game that had once defined so much of his past life. Memories began to flood back, vivid and unrelenting, as he thought about how the lines between the game''s currency and real-world money had blurred, changing everything. He remembered the frenzy that followed¡ªa tidal wave of people abandoning ordinary jobs to dive into the virtual world. What had started as a niche pastime had transformed into a global phenomenon, with billions of players swarming the servers. Adam leaned back in his chair, his fingers brushing against the edge of the desk as he exhaled deeply. His thoughts wandered to the moment he had tried to reclaim his lost opportunity. It had been after his final-year exams, a desperate attempt to catch up by purchasing a VR set. But by then, it was already too late. The game''s landscape had shifted, and countless guilds had seized control of beginner villages and their assets. Closing his eyes, Adam relived the frustration, the feeling of being left behind, and the bitter taste of regret that had haunted him. "No one realizes yet how much this game is going to change the world," he murmured, his voice low but resolute. A sudden voice broke through his reverie, startling him. "Adam!" It was his mother, Rachel, calling from downstairs. Her tone was familiar and comforting, yet it carried an urgency that reminded him of the weight of his past decisions. The memories of the shame and debt his parents had endured because of him in his previous life came rushing back, hitting him like a tidal wave. Adam stood up from his chair, determination hardening his features. This time, things would be different. He had made up his mind. As soon as the game was officially released, he would dedicate himself entirely to mastering it. No distractions, no compromises. This time, he wouldn''t focus on academics; he would focus on the game¡ªand only the game. He descended the stairs and entered the living room, where his parents were busy preparing for his departure. His father, Ricky, was pacing near the coffee table, a train ticket in his hand. Two suitcases sat neatly by the sofa, already packed with Adam''s belongings. "Adam," Ricky said, turning to his son, "I''ve booked your train ticket. It leaves this afternoon." Adam smiled faintly, his gaze shifting to his father. "Dad, I''d prefer to go alone," he said calmly. "You don''t need to come with me." Ricky paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "What? Why not?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. "You don''t have to worry about me. I have the day off anyway. I can come with you and help settle you in." Adam shook his head, his expression resolute yet respectful. "No, Dad. I want to experience this on my own," he explained. "I want to explore the world by myself." Rachel, who had been arranging some items on the dining table, turned toward the conversation, her worry evident. "But Adam," she interjected, "it''s a new city. What if you get lost or something happens?" Before Adam could respond, Ricky placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "If he''s made up his mind, let him go," Ricky said, his tone calm but firm. He turned back to Adam, his eyes serious yet supportive. "Just remember, son, if you ever get into trouble, call us immediately." Adam nodded, a faint smile of gratitude tugging at his lips. "Thank you, Dad. I promise." He had his reasons for insisting on going alone. In his previous life, Ricky had accompanied him to the National University for his admission into the computer science program. This time, however, Adam had no intention of enrolling. He knew what the future held¡ªhow quickly the world would change and how meaningless a degree would become. This time, his focus was solely on Row Online. He couldn''t risk his father discovering his true intentions. As he sat on the sofa, his eyes wandered to the two suitcases beside him. "That''s¡­ a lot of stuff," he remarked, half to himself. Rachel exchanged a worried glance with Ricky, her anxiety visible in the way her hands fidgeted. Ricky noticed her unease and gave her a comforting look, silently reassuring her with a subtle gesture. Adam observed the interaction, feeling a pang of guilt but also a renewed sense of determination. He would make things right this time¡ªnot just for himself, but for his parents, who had sacrificed so much for him. The chapter ended with Adam seated on the sofa, his mind a whirlwind of plans and possibilities, as the quiet determination in his heart burned brighter than ever. Chapter 2: ROW online Installing The clinking of plates and soft murmurs of conversation filled the modest dining room as Adam sat down to have his last meal at home. His mother, Rachel, moved around the table, placing a bowl of steaming vegetables in front of him while his father, Ricky, leaned back in his chair, sipping coffee. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, but Adam¡¯s mind was elsewhere. He ate quietly, his thoughts already drifting toward the journey ahead. The weight of his decision pressed on him, but he knew there was no turning back now. The clock struck noon, its chime echoing faintly through the house. Adam pushed back his chair and joined his parents in the living room. For a while, they talked, the conversation meandering between lighthearted anecdotes and gentle advice. His parents didn¡¯t know the full extent of his plans, but their faith in him was palpable, a constant source of both comfort and guilt. Rachel¡¯s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "Just promise us you¡¯ll take care of yourself, Adam. That¡¯s all we ask." Adam nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I will, Mom. I promise." Ricky, ever the practical one, leaned forward, his expression serious. "Remember, son, life isn¡¯t just about chasing dreams. Sometimes, you have to make tough choices. But no matter what, we¡¯re proud of you." Adam smiled faintly, though his heart ached. He wished he could tell them everything¡ªabout the mistakes he had made in his past life, about the second chance he had been given. But he couldn¡¯t. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Soon, it was time to leave. Adam headed upstairs to grab his suitcase. The room felt emptier now, as if it already knew he wouldn¡¯t be returning for a long time. With his belongings in tow, he stood at the front door, his heart heavy yet determined. Turning to his parents, he said, "Take care of Eric while I¡¯m gone, will you?" Ricky chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Don¡¯t worry about him. He¡¯s smarter than you," he teased. Adam laughed softly, his tension easing slightly. Eric, his younger brother, was still at school, and Adam regretted not being able to say goodbye to him in person. But he knew Eric would understand. With a final wave, he stepped out of the house and began his journey. The train station was bustling with activity. The distant rumble of an approaching train mingled with the chatter of passengers and the occasional announcement crackling over the speakers. Adam found his seat in a crowded compartment and settled in. As the train began to move, he gazed out the window, watching the familiar scenery of his hometown fade into the distance. Memories from his past life flooded his mind. His father had given him $38,000 for university admission fees. But this time, Adam had no intention of using it for that purpose. Instead, he planned to invest in a VR set, the most affordable one costing over $40,000. It was a risky move, but Adam knew it was his only chance to change the course of his life.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. ¡°I¡¯ll need to find a part-time job as soon as I get to the city,¡± Adam thought, his resolve firm. With only two months until the game¡¯s release, every minute counted. He couldn¡¯t afford to waste any time. The train rolled into Feku City as the evening sky bathed the bustling streets in a golden glow. It was 5:00 p.m. when Adam stepped off the train, his suitcase in hand. The station was a whirlwind of people¡ªcommuters hurrying home, street vendors calling out their wares, and the occasional musician playing for spare change. The city was alive with energy, a stark contrast to the quiet life he had left behind. Adam made his way through the crowd, navigating the maze of streets until he reached the apartment his father had booked in advance. It was a modest space, functional but unadorned, with the faint smell of fresh paint lingering in the air. He unpacked quickly, placing his belongings in neat piles before collapsing onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, Adam whispered to himself, "I have two months to save as much money as I can." The weight of his plans pressed heavily on his chest, but he couldn¡¯t afford to falter. He had come too far to give up now. The next morning, Adam began his search for part-time jobs. He started with the local caf¨¦s and restaurants, handing out resumes and filling out applications. By the end of the day, he had secured two jobs¡ªone as a barista at a small coffee shop and another as a delivery boy for a nearby restaurant. A few days later, he added a third job to his schedule, working as a night stocker at a grocery store. Time flew by. Days blurred into nights as Adam juggled his three part-time jobs. His mornings began early and ended late, leaving him with little time for anything other than work. He barely had time to eat, often grabbing quick meals between shifts. Sleep became a luxury, and his body ached from the constant physical labor. But Adam pushed through, driven by the knowledge that every dollar he earned brought him closer to his goal. By the end of February, he had saved $12,000, just enough to make his dream a reality. It wasn¡¯t easy, and there were moments when he doubted himself, when the exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him. But he reminded himself of why he was doing this¡ªof the mistakes he had made in his past life and the second chance he had been given. He couldn¡¯t afford to fail. It was March 1, 2025. The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Adam stepped out of his apartment. The streets were already alive with activity¡ªbakers setting out fresh loaves, cyclists weaving through traffic, and the distant hum of construction work. The city was waking up, and so was Adam. He walked to a small electronics store nestled between a caf¨¦ and a hardware shop. The shop¡¯s sign read, TechHub: Tomorrow¡¯s Technology Today. The interior was crammed with gadgets, their gleaming surfaces reflecting the overhead lights. Adam¡¯s eyes immediately fell on the VR set, displayed prominently in a glass case. It was sleek and futuristic, a symbol of the new life he was about to embark on. The sales assistant, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a friendly smile, greeted him. "Looking for something specific?" Adam nodded. "The basic VR set," he said, pointing to the display."Good choice," the assistant replied. "That one¡¯s $42,000, including installation fee." Adam handed over the money, his heart racing as the transaction finalized. He watched as the man carefully packed the equipment, promising to send an installer to Adam¡¯s apartment later that day. Back home, Adam waited anxiously. By evening, the technician arrived, setting up the VR set with practiced efficiency. The sleek device gleamed on Adam¡¯s desk, its futuristic design a stark contrast to the simplicity of the room. As the technician left, Adam stood in front of the VR set, his heart pounding with anticipation. With $8,000 left in his savings, Adam knew he couldn¡¯t abandon work entirely. He decided to keep one part-time job to cover his living expenses while dedicating the rest of his time to preparation. The game¡¯s release was just around the corner, and he needed to be ready. The clock struck 9:00 p.m. Adam¡¯s heart pounded as he strapped on the VR set. The headgear fit snugly, accompanied by special gloves that responded to the slightest movement of his fingers. Lying back on his bed, he took a deep breath, his mind racing with anticipation. ¡°This time, I¡¯ll fix my mistakes,¡± he thought, determination blazing in his eyes. Adam sees the story in the VR set, there he sees ROW online, Adam installs it. As the world of Row Online began to load, the chapter ended with Adam ready to embark on his journey to rewrite his fate. The screen flickered to life, and Adam felt a surge of excitement and fear. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was ready. This was his chance to start over, to make things right. And he wasn¡¯t going to waste it. Chapter 3: Administrator The sleek VR set hummed softly as Adam powered it on. Sitting at his desk, he adjusted the headgear and gloves, the equipment fitting snugly as if made just for him. His hands trembled slightly, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation coursing through him. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. The VR set was state-of-the-art, a far cry from the clunky devices he had used in the past. This one promised a seamless experience, and Adam was eager to see if it lived up to the hype. "Let¡¯s do this," Adam murmured, his voice steady despite his racing heart. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. This wasn¡¯t just any game; it was Row Online, a game that had been a significant part of his life in the past. He had spent countless hours in its virtual world, forging friendships, battling enemies, and achieving feats that had seemed impossible at first. But that was in the past. Now, he was about to step back into that world, and he wasn¡¯t sure what to expect. The system booted up, and Adam¡¯s vision filled with a futuristic interface. The graphics were crisp, the colors vibrant, and the animations smooth. He quickly navigated the menus, searching for Row Online. His breath caught in his throat when the game appeared on the screen, its logo glowing brightly. It was as if the game was calling out to him, inviting him to dive back into its world. "It¡¯s finally here," he whispered, his lips curving into a small smile. Without hesitation, he initiated the installation. The process was swift, the game loading into his system within minutes. Adam watched the progress bar with bated breath, his excitement growing with each passing second. When the installation completed, Adam selected the game and pressed Enter. His surroundings blurred, and he was suddenly transported into the virtual world. Darkness gave way to an expanse of stars, and Adam found himself floating in space. Below him, a magnificent planet came into view, its surface shrouded in swirling clouds. The vast landscapes of the planet unfolded¡ªtowering mountain ranges, sprawling continents, shimmering oceans, and countless islands. It was a breathtaking sight, one that Adam had seen before but never tired of. The sheer scale of the world was awe-inspiring, and Adam felt a sense of wonder that he hadn¡¯t experienced in a long time. Adam stared in awe, his heart pounding with the wonder of it all. "This is incredible," he muttered, his voice barely audible. He reached out, as if trying to touch the planet, but his hand passed through the image. It was a reminder that he was in a virtual world, but the realism was so convincing that it was easy to forget. Suddenly, a translucent blue avatar materialized in front of him. It resembled a human child in shape but had a glowing, flame-like body, as though it were made entirely of energy. Its voice was soft yet commanding as it spoke. "Welcome to Row Online," the avatar said, its luminous eyes fixed on Adam.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Hearing those words triggered a wave of memories for Adam. He remembered how he had started this game for the first time in his previous life, the excitement, and the promise of adventure. Shaking off the nostalgia, Adam focused on the present. He had a goal, and he wasn¡¯t going to let anything distract him from it. "I¡¯d like to login with my previous account," Adam said firmly, his voice brimming with resolve. He had spent years building up his character in the previous version of the game, and he wasn¡¯t about to start from scratch. He had worked hard to achieve what he had, and he was determined to carry that progress forward. The avatar nodded slightly before vanishing into thin air. Adam blinked in surprise, his mind racing. This wasn¡¯t how things had gone the last time he had started the game. Back then, he had been a new player, with no history or achievements to his name. But now, he was returning as a veteran, and it seemed that the game recognized that. "This didn¡¯t happen the last time," he thought. "Then again, I never tried to log in with my old PC account before." Before he could dwell further on his thoughts, another avatar materialized before him. This one was much larger, its form almost equal to Adam¡¯s height. Its body, too, was humanoid but made of glowing golden elements. Its eyes sparkled like molten gold, radiating an aura of authority. "Please provide the details of your previous account," the golden avatar said, its tone polite yet firm. Adam hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the grandeur of the interaction. Quickly composing himself, he replied, "Username: AlphaBoss169. Password: ********." The golden avatar closed its eyes, seemingly processing the information. Moments later, it smiled and said, "Congratulations. You are the only player who successfully completed our previous version. As a reward, you are being granted a unique class." Adam¡¯s eyes widened in astonishment. "A¡­ unique class?" he echoed, his voice laced with disbelief. He had heard rumors of special classes in the game, but they were rare and usually reserved for the most elite players. To be granted one was an honor, and Adam couldn¡¯t believe his luck. Before he could ask further questions, a blue window appeared in front of him, its edges glowing faintly. Adam¡¯s attention shifted to the message displayed in the window. [Congratulations! As you successfully cleared the previous season, you are being rewarded with a special gift.] At the bottom of the window, a glowing gift box icon pulsated gently. Adam reached out, his gloved hand hovering over the icon for a moment before he clicked on it. A vibrant animation unfolded before his eyes. The gift box opened, releasing a burst of colorful fireworks that lit up the space around him. Adam stood in awe as the celebratory display painted the dark void with radiant hues. The fireworks were a visual feast, with each explosion more dazzling than the last. It was a fitting reward for someone who had achieved so much in the game. The golden avatar clapped its hands, the sound echoing softly in the virtual space. "Well done, Player AlphaBoss169," it said, its tone warm and congratulatory. "You have proven yourself to be a true master of Row Online." Another window appeared, replacing the fireworks. [Congratulations, Player AlphaBoss169! You have been granted the unique class: Administrator.] Adam stared at the screen, his mind racing. "Administrator?" he muttered, his voice tinged with surprise. A flood of emotions washed over him¡ªexcitement, curiosity, and a profound sense of achievement. The Administrator class was something he had only heard of in passing, a class that was said to grant its user unparalleled power and control within the game. It was a class that no one ever seen. The golden avatar smiled, its golden eyes gleaming with approval. "The Administrator class is a rare and powerful one," it explained. "It grants you abilities that are beyond the reach of ordinary players. You will have access to commands and tools that can shape the world around you. Use them wisely, for with great power comes great responsibility." Adam nodded, his mind still reeling from the revelation. He had always been a skilled player, but this was something else entirely. The Administrator class was a game-changer, and he knew that it would open up new possibilities that he had never even dreamed of. The chapter concluded with Adam standing amidst the vibrant lights of the virtual space, the golden avatar still present, and a new adventure awaiting him. He clenched his fists, determination blazing in his eyes as he prepared to embrace his newfound power and rewrite his destiny. The journey ahead would be challenging, but Adam was ready. He had faced countless obstacles in the past, and he had always emerged victorious. This time would be no different. The adventure was just beginning. Chapter 4: Beginning Of The Game Adam stared at the newly updated status window before him. The sleek blue interface glowed faintly, displaying his character¡¯s details: _______________________________________________________________ Name: AlphaBoss Species: Human Class: Administrator Level: 1 Experience: 0/100 Physical Stats: - Stamina: 5 - Endurance: 5 - Intelligence: 5 - Strength: 5 - Agility: 5 - Luck: 3 - Unassigned Points: 0 Skill: Reality Manipulation (Level 1) ______________________________________________________________ Adam¡¯s eyes lingered on the words "Reality Manipulation." His mind raced with questions. This wasn¡¯t a skill he had encountered in his previous experience with the game. What did it mean? How would it work? Was it as powerful as it sounded? He felt a mix of excitement and curiosity bubbling inside him. Adam is thinking about all these things and he is unable to understand how such a big change can come about just by logging in from his previous account and whether this change is available only to him or to all the old players. Before he could delve further into its meaning, the golden avatar draws Adam''s attention to himself, clapping its hands in a gesture of congratulations. Its glowing eyes locked onto Adam as it spoke in a calm, formal tone. "Welcome to Row Online," it began. "This is an open-world game, but it also contains a storyline that you are encouraged to explore. We grant our players freedom to discover, experience, and utilize their unique powers. Exploration is the core of this world." He remembers the same scene from his past life, but last time instead of this Avatar, another Avatar was present and his dialogue was exactly the same. The avatar bowed slightly before continuing, "You may now design your character. Alternatively, you may choose to retain the appearance from your previous account." Adam¡¯s mind flashed back to the character he had painstakingly designed in the PC version of the game. His avatar had been a reflection of his ideal self¡ªstriking and mysterious. He remembered the flowing black clothes, the half-face mask that added an air of enigma, the small dagger tied to his waist, his stark white hair, and piercing blue eyes. He smiled faintly, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. "I¡¯ll keep my previous character design," he said confidently.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Adam is wondering if he can keep the character from his old account or he will have to design a new character. He looks curiously at his avatar standing in front of him. The golden avatar nodded in acknowledgment. Instantly, Adam felt a shift in his appearance. His hair turned pure white, falling in soft strands around his face. His eyes transformed into an intense, glowing blue, their color almost otherworldly. The black clothes materialized over his body, and the dagger hung securely at his waist. As soon as adam get the nod from this avatar, Adam''s mind fills with confidence and he thinks that it is very good because in this character, I have got extra boost in the clothes when I wear them. As he examined his new form, a faint flicker of pride crossed his face. This was who he was in this world¡ªAlphaBoss, the enigmatic adventurer. He felt a sense of familiarity and comfort in this appearance, as if he had slipped back into an old, well-worn coat. Before Adam could say anything further, the golden avatar spoke again, its voice steady and commanding. "Welcome officially to Row Online. Your tutorial ends here, and your journey in the real game begins now." With those final words, the avatar vanished in a shimmer of golden light. The space around Adam grew eerily quiet. He stood alone, suspended in the vast void of space, the planet below him still rotating majestically. Adam¡¯s heart sank slightly as he realized what was about to happen. His fists clenched instinctively. "I hate this part," he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, he felt a force pulling him downward. Gravity took hold, and he began to plummet toward the planet at an alarming speed. The wind roared in his ears as he fell, the planet¡¯s surface rushing up to meet him. His stomach churned, and his heart pounded in his chest. Through the chaos, Adam gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he braced for impact. Moments later, he crashed onto solid ground. Despite the tremendous force of his landing, Adam emerged unscathed. The ground beneath him showed no signs of damage, no cracks or disturbances, as though the impact had never occurred. Pushing himself up, Adam dusted off his clothes and surveyed his surroundings. A small, dry chuckle escaped his lips. "No matter how many times I experience this," he said to himself, "I can never fully get used to it." He stood in the middle of a vast, open field. The grass beneath his feet was a vibrant green, swaying gently in the breeze. In the distance, he could see towering mountains, their peaks capped with snow. To his left, a dense forest stretched as far as the eye could see, its trees tall and ancient. To his right, a sparkling river wound its way through the landscape, its waters clear and inviting. Adam took a deep breath, the air fresh and crisp. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. This was it¡ªthe beginning of his journey. He glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers. The gloves of his VR set felt real, as if they were a part of him. He reached for the dagger at his waist, pulling it out and examining it. The blade gleamed in the sunlight, sharp and deadly. Adam smirked. "Well, that¡¯s a start," he said to himself. He took a step forward, the grass crunching softly under his boots. The world felt alive, every detail meticulously crafted. The sound of birds chirping in the distance, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the distant roar of a waterfall¡ªit all added to the immersion. As he walked, Adam couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. This was a new beginning, a chance to rediscover the world he had once loved. But it was also a chance to explore new possibilities, to push the boundaries of what he thought was possible. The chapter concluded with Adam standing tall, his eyes scanning the mysterious new world around him, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The journey had just begun, and he was more than ready to embrace it. Chapter 5: Administrative Class Adam steadied himself as he looked around the bustling area where he had landed. Other players, scattered around him, were logging in and observing their surroundings. Eight other figures were nearby, their attention shifting between Adam and their own status windows. For a moment, Adam¡¯s eyes locked onto the symbols hovering over the some players¡¯ heads. Beside their symbols was the word Anonymous, reminding him of a feature that allowed players to conceal their real usernames. This was a memory from his past life¡ªa feature that had been widely used by cautious and strategic players. It was a way to avoid drawing unwanted attention, especially from those who might target skilled or well-equipped players. Some of the other players glanced at Adam with curiosity, their expressions hinting at awe and envy. His striking appearance and premium gear, relics of his achievements from the previous game version, stood out in stark contrast to the more modest outfits of the beginners. "They must think I¡¯m rich," Adam thought with a faint smirk. His attire, a sleek black outfit paired with a dagger strapped to his waist, gave him an air of mystery and authority. The ensemble wasn¡¯t just for show¡ªit provided stealth and speed bonuses, making it both stylish and functional. As Adam scanned the players, he noticed their gazes fixated on his outfit and equipment. "It¡¯s just as I remembered," he murmured, his eyes tracing the intricate details of the graphics. The game¡¯s realism was breathtaking, every thread and seam of his clothing rendered to perfection. Gradually, the players began dispersing. Some headed toward a dense forest visible on one side of the area, while others wandered in different directions. Adam let out a sigh, his gaze shifting to the surrounding structures. Adam turned his attention to the terrain. He realized he had spawned at the edge of a Beginner Village, just as he had in his previous life. To his left, the forest loomed, its tall trees forming a natural boundary. He remembered the forest well¡ªit was home to three types of monsters, ranging from harmless slimes to level 20 beasts like the ferocious Boss Wolf. Adam looks towards the forest and smiles and says that "I have to go there after some time but before that I will analyze some things so that I can confirm that everything is same as in the previous life." As he looked toward the village, he noted that it was surrounded by forests on all sides. At the center of the settlement stood a massive tree, its towering form a symbol of the village¡¯s heart.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. The tree¡¯s branches stretched wide, casting a comforting shade over the village. Adam could see NPCs going about their daily routines¡ªfarmers tending to crops, merchants setting up their stalls, and children playing near the tree. The NPCs in the village began to notice Adam. They whispered among themselves, their eyes darting toward his distinctive appearance. Adam smiled and raised a hand in greeting. Some of them waved back briefly before resuming their tasks, though their gestures were more polite than warm. "At least they¡¯re not ignoring me completely," Adam muttered under his breath, suppressing a chuckle. With a deep breath, he turned away from the village and headed toward the forest. He didn¡¯t intend to linger in the village; he had more pressing matters to attend to. Testing his new class and skill was his priority. The forest¡¯s atmosphere shifted as Adam entered its boundaries. The ground beneath his boots was uneven, a mix of rocks and dirt that made each step deliberate. The towering trees cast long shadows, and thick bushes obscured much of the view ahead. Adam¡¯s keen eyes scanned the area, ensuring no one was around to watch him. He summoned his system window and navigated to his class description. Typing ¡°Administrator¡± into the search bar, a detailed explanation appeared before him: Administrator Class- This unique class grants the player control over multiple aspects of Row Online. With this class, the player¡¯s skill tree develops in relation to administrative abilities. Additionally, the Administrator can access skills from other classes, unlocking unprecedented versatility. The higher the level, the greater the accessibility. Adam¡¯s eyes widened as he read the description. His mind buzzed with possibilities. This class was leagues above anything he had encountered before. "With this¡­ I could take on even the top players in the future," he thought, excitement surging through him. However, his excitement was tempered by a growing sense of caution. "If anyone finds out about this class," Adam murmured, "I¡¯ll be in danger¡ªnot just in the game, but in real life too." Memories of his previous life flashed before him. He recalled stories of players who had acquired unique items or rewards, only to be targeted in the real world. Some were robbed, others injured¡ªor worse. "I can¡¯t let that happen to me," Adam resolved. "I¡¯ll keep my identity hidden and only introduce myself as AlphaBoss. No one can know who I really am." His decision made, Adam closed the system window and looked around the forest. The dense foliage and the sounds of rustling leaves created an eerie yet calming ambiance. He knew this was the perfect place to test his abilities without drawing attention. Adam took a deep breath and focused on his new skill: Reality Manipulation (Level 1). He wasn¡¯t entirely sure how it worked, but he was eager to find out. "I¡¯ll need to level up and increase my stamina if I want to use it effectively." Despite the limitation, Adam felt a surge of confidence. This skill had immense potential, and he was only scratching the surface. He knew that with practice, he could unlock even greater abilities. As he stood in the forest, the sounds of nature surrounding him, Adam felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was no longer just a player in Row Online¡ªhe was an Administrator, a master of the game¡¯s mechanics. The chapter concluded with Adam standing tall, his eyes scanning the mysterious forest around him, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The journey had just begun, and he was more than ready to embrace it. Chapter 6: Reality Manipulation Adam stood still amidst the dense forest, the eerie silence enveloping him. His sharp gaze scanned his surroundings, the towering trees and thick underbrush forming a near-impenetrable canopy. The air was thick with anticipation as he shifted his focus back to the glowing blue window floating in front of him. The system window displayed the detailed description of his Reality Manipulation skill. Adam closed the class description with a wave of his hand and muttered, "Status window." Instantly, another blue interface materialized, showing his basic details. Adam has read about his class, now he has to read about his skill which is the most unique and he has to see what his skill can do, Is his skill just for show or is his skill really a monster skill? Adam is very excited to see his reality manipulation skill and many explanations are going on in his mind while he has not read much about this skill yet. But Adam¡¯s attention was not on his stats. His eyes were locked on the skill section, particularly on the line that read: Reality Manipulation: Level 1. A mix of curiosity and excitement flickered across his face. "I¡¯ve never seen a skill like this before," he murmured. Taking a deep breath, he tapped on the skill name. A new window appeared, detailing the skill: Reality Manipulation This skill allows the player to manipulate reality to their will. Adam is very surprised to see that the description of this skill is so small, but despite the description being small, it has told everything that Adam knew. Adam¡¯s lips curled into a smile, but his excitement was short-lived. His eyes darted to the warning below, written in glaring red text: Warning: This skill is currently at Level 1 and can only be used twice a day. Once both uses are exhausted, the skill will not activate again for 24 hours. Additionally, the player can only manipulate small aspects of reality. Adam let out a frustrated sigh, his initial enthusiasm dampened. "So, it¡¯s limited," he muttered, shaking his head. But he quickly composed himself, a determined look replacing his disappointment. Adam knew how he could get such a powerful skill at the beginning of the game. Now Adam understands why that limitation was used but it does not matter to Adam because this skill is beyond imitation. "At least I have a skill," he said aloud, his voice filled with resolve. "Most players start with nothing. I even have a class." Adam has something right now that no other player in the game has at the beginning. Adam feels like everyone else is just starting to walk, whereas Adam has been given wings.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. As Adam thought about his unique situation, memories from his past life surfaced. He recalled how players had to reach Level 10 before unlocking their first class. But here he was, starting the game with an already unlocked class¡ªone that was rare and powerful. He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I can¡¯t afford to give up so easily," he said, his voice firm. Closing the system window, Adam glanced around. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, its overwhelming presence both intimidating and thrilling. "I need to level up," Adam decided. "The stronger I get, the more I can unlock the potential of my Administrator class." As he began walking deeper into the forest, a sudden thought struck him. "Why not hide my true strength?" he whispered, his eyes narrowing. A plan started forming in his mind. "I¡¯ll keep my abilities secret and grow stronger quietly. No one needs to know what I¡¯m capable of." Satisfied with his strategy, Adam found a spot on the rough, uneven ground and sat down. The coarse earth beneath him scratched at his legs, but he ignored the discomfort, his focus entirely on testing his skill. "Reality Manipulation," Adam said firmly. His skill activated, and the air around him seemed to ripple. A new system window popped up with the words:Reality Manipulation Skill Activated. Suddenly, a calm, mechanical voice echoed: "Reality Manipulation skill activated. Please specify command." Adam noticed that there is a microphone sign in the middle of the blue window and on both sides of it, there are two new icons on the top left and top right sides. A small microphone icon appeared on the screen. Adam blinked in surprise but quickly grasped the concept. "I have to say what I want to change," he realized. After a moment of thought, he spoke clearly, "Change the level-up system. Don¡¯t let me level up unless I give explicit consent." The system responded immediately, another window materializing in front of him: Level-Up Consent is now required for this player to upgrade levels. Adam is very surprised to see that it is so easy, in this way Adam can do anything he wants. Adam smiled, impressed by the skill¡¯s capabilities. But before he could revel in his success, a red warning window appeared: Error: This change exceeds the limits of Reality Manipulation Level 1. Adam¡¯s excitement turned to concern as he read further: Exception granted. Since Since the user is an admin, all exceptions are being ignored... The system administrator is actively looking into the game''s code to see if there is a problem. As soon as Adam reads the message, he gets a little worried. He thought that if the system administrator is activated, it means that he will face some problem, but after standing like this for a few minutes, Adam notices that he hasn''t received any new messages yet and that all the changes he made to his system window have been applied. Adam exhaled in relief, but the gravity of the warning wasn¡¯t lost on him. "So, even my skill has limits," he thought, his mind racing with possibilities and potential risks. He sat there for a moment, processing what had just happened. The skill was powerful, but it wasn¡¯t without its constraints. He couldn¡¯t just change anything he wanted¡ªat least, not yet. Adam¡¯s thoughts turned to the future. "If I can level up this skill, maybe I can remove some of these restrictions," he mused. "But for now, I need to be careful. I can¡¯t afford to waste my limited uses." He stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. The forest around him was still and quiet, but Adam knew it wouldn¡¯t stay that way for long. Monsters lurked in the shadows, and other players could appear at any moment. "I need to find a safe place to train," Adam decided. "Somewhere I can test my abilities without drawing attention." As he walked deeper into the forest, Adam¡¯s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He thought about his class, his skill, and the challenges that lay ahead. He knew he had a long way to go, but he was determined to make the most of his unique abilities. The chapter ended with Adam sitting in the forest, surrounded by towering trees and the stillness of nature, pondering the immense power and responsibility of his newfound ability. The journey ahead was uncertain, but Adam was ready to face it head-on. Chapter 7: Mark and Attack Adam read the exception notice, a wide smile spreading across his face. ¡°I thought my attempt had failed,¡± he muttered to himself, the corners of his lips curving upward, ¡°but this... this is perfect.¡± The holographic blue interface before him pulsed faintly, and another notification popped up: [Congratulations! You have successfully modified the system] Whenever your experience meets the requirements for leveling up, a consent message will now prompt you before proceeding. Adam¡¯s grin widened as his eyes scanned the text. He had done it. He had exploited a loophole in the rigid system¡ªsomething he knew no ordinary person could have even considered. It was a gamble, but it had paid off. If the system had denied his modification, he would¡¯ve been forced to adhere to the rules, leveling up like everyone else. Now, he held the reins of his progress. ¡°This gives me such a huge advantage,¡± Adam thought, his fingers flexing slightly with excitement. ¡°I¡¯ll surpass everyone before they even realize what¡¯s happening.¡± With a newfound confidence radiating from him, Adam whispered to himself, ¡°Time for phase two of my plan.¡± Despite his triumph, a flicker of doubt crossed Adam¡¯s face. "What if the system rejects this one?" he wondered. His heart raced for a moment, the uncertainty gnawing at the edge of his confidence. But then, as if to silence his doubts, he straightened his posture, his resolve hardening. ¡°It¡¯s worth a try,¡± he said aloud, his voice firm. Steeling himself, Adam raised his hand slightly and commanded, ¡°Reality Manipulation: Activate.¡± The familiar blue glow of the system appeared before him, its text shimmering faintly: Reality Manipulation skill activated. His eyes lit up with a mixture of awe and determination. He knew this skill was powerful when he first acquired it, but only now was he beginning to grasp its true potential. ¡°This skill...¡± he whispered, his voice tinged with reverence. ¡°It¡¯s more powerful than I imagined.¡± A new interface popped up, clearer and more responsive than before: System active. Reality Manipulation mode enabled. The microphone icon blinked steadily, waiting for his input. Adam spoke with a calm yet commanding voice. ¡°Listen, system. I want to create a new skill. I¡¯ll call it ¡®Mark and Attack.¡¯¡± For a moment, the interface flickered, as if processing his request, before a new prompt appeared: Define skill parameters. Adam exhaled, his mind racing. He had to articulate his vision with precision. This was no ordinary game mechanic¡ªevery word mattered.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Defining the Skill: Mark Adam¡¯s voice was measured as he began, each word carefully chosen. ¡°The first phase is the mark. It will allow me to place a glowing red mark on any target using the power of my gaze.¡± He paused briefly, visualizing the effect in his mind. His tone grew more assertive as he added, ¡°This mark should only be removable by my command. No one else should have the power to erase it¡ªnot the target, not other players, no one.¡± The system¡¯s interface shimmered, recording his instructions in real time. Each word seemed to carry weight, bending the system to his will. Moments later, a soft chime sounded, and a notification appeared: Mark parameters accepted. Target-locking mechanism enabled. Adam smirked, his confidence growing. ¡°Perfect,¡± he muttered under his breath. ¡°Now, onto the next phase.¡± Defining the Skill: Attack Without missing a beat, Adam refocused his attention on the system. Another window popped up, its microphone icon glowing in readiness. ¡°The second phase is the attack,¡± Adam began, his voice steady but laced with anticipation. He paused for a moment, carefully structuring his next sentence. ¡°Once a target is marked, I can command any object¡ªbe it a knife, sword, stone, or anything else¡ªto attack the marked target.¡± As the words left his mouth, Adam felt a rush of exhilaration. He was creating something unprecedented, something that could tip the scales in his favor. ¡°The object,¡± he continued, his tone more animated now, ¡°will relentlessly follow the target until it hits. Once the attack is complete, the mark will disappear automatically.¡± The system interface pulsed as it processed his input. It seemed to take longer this time, as though the complexity of the instructions required more effort to integrate. Finally, another notification appeared: Attack parameters accepted. Tracking mechanism integrated. Adam¡¯s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. ¡°This is even better than I hoped,¡± he said, his voice barely above a whisper, though the excitement was unmistakable. Finalizing the Skill... Adam leaned closer to the glowing interface, his mind already racing with possibilities. ¡°Is the skill ready?¡± he asked, his tone sharp and impatient. The system responded immediately, but its reply wasn¡¯t what Adam expected. A red warning window appeared: Skill status: Partially complete. High energy consumption detected. Warning: Overuse may cause exhaustion. Frustration flashed across Adam¡¯s face, his jaw tightening. He despised limitations. But as quickly as the frustration arose, he pushed it aside. ¡°I don¡¯t care about the risks,¡± he said firmly, his voice resolute. ¡°Complete the skill. Do it now.¡± The system seemed to hesitate for a split second, as though weighing the consequences of his demand. Then, with a faint chime, a new notification appeared: Skill successfully created: Mark and Attack. The final description materialized before Adam: [You can mark any living or non-living object using your gaze. Once marked, any object you command will attack the target with precision, tracking it until the task is completed] Adam read the description carefully, his heart pounding with exhilaration. He could almost feel the power coursing through his veins, the possibilities of his creation unfurling in his mind. A victorious smile spread across his face. He whispered to himself, ¡°Let the game truly begin.¡± Adam¡¯s gaze lingered on the glowing interface for a moment longer before he closed it with a swipe of his hand. Around him, the forest was silent. The tall trees loomed overhead, their leaves rustling faintly in the cool breeze. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, and the faint chirping of crickets provided a soft, almost rhythmic background hum. But Adam paid no attention to the serene beauty of his surroundings. His mind was consumed by thoughts of his next move. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of energy ripple through his body. ¡°This skill...¡± he thought, his eyes narrowing. ¡°It¡¯s not just a tool. It¡¯s a weapon. And I¡¯ll make sure it becomes the most feared weapon in existence.¡± The forest seemed to hold its breath, as though sensing the gravity of the moment. Adam stood there, his black outfit blending with the shadows, his presence exuding an almost palpable intensity. For the first time, he felt like he wasn¡¯t just playing the game¡ªhe was rewriting its very rules. And as the moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the ground, Adam¡¯s journey took a monumental leap forward. The creation of ¡°Mark and Attack¡± was just the beginning. Chapter - 8: New Skill Adam stared at the glowing blue window floating before him, the message on it confirming the successful creation of his skill, Mark and Attack. A sense of triumph filled his chest. He had done something remarkable¡ªsomething that should have been impossible. The system had allowed such a significant modification without rejecting it outright. Adam can''t believe that he got his work done through Mighty System which will in a way control the lives of many players in the future and now Adam is controlling that system himself. But before he could fully relish his achievement, a new notification popped up, this time in bold red text: Warning: Skill Creation at this level is not permitted. Adam¡¯s brows furrowed. His moment of pride vanished, replaced by growing unease. Not permitted? Then why did it go through? Before he could ponder further, another window appeared: Error: The game system has no record of an Administrative Class. This warning is being bypassed. Adam¡¯s lips parted slightly in shock. His heart pounded. The game had no record of his class? That could only mean one thing¡ªhis class was something entirely outside the system¡¯s established rules. More notifications followed in rapid succession, overwhelming him with information: Congratulations! Your skill, Mark and Attack, has been successfully created. Then came another: An abnormal class has been detected. Adjustments are being made to the game system. Adam¡¯s grip on reality seemed to waver. Adjustments? The game was actually changing because of his existence? And then: Patch 201 is being released to address game system changes. His gaze darted across the notifications, his thoughts racing. A patch was being implemented? That meant his actions had fundamentally altered the game. Finally, the most concerning message of all appeared: The Administrative Class has been registered into the game system. Certain bypass abilities have been restricted. A deep frown settled on Adam¡¯s face. This wasn¡¯t just a minor change¡ªthe entire system had been updated to recognize his class. And worse, it had placed restrictions on his abilities. His fingers clenched into fists. ¡°So, they¡¯re rebalancing the system¡­ but why now? Did my class trigger all this?¡± Taking a deep breath, Adam steadied himself. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter,¡± he muttered, regaining his composure. ¡°I got what I needed.¡±Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Even if the system had adjusted, he had already secured a major advantage. The Mark and Attack skill was now his, and as long as he played smart, he could still make use of his Administrative Class. His gaze flickered back to the hovering messages. Another blue window appeared in front of him: Reality Manipulation has been fully utilized. This skill is now on cooldown. Below the message, a countdown timer ticked away: 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 40 seconds remaining. Adam let out a slow sigh. ¡°So, I won¡¯t be able to use it again until tomorrow.¡± With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the notification. No point worrying about it now. Instead, he called up his status window for a final check. --- Name: AlphaBoss Species: Human Class: Administrator Level: 1 Experience: 0/100 HP: 100/100 MP: 100/100 Physical Stats: Stamina: 5 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 5 Strength: 5 Agility: 5 Luck: 3 Skills: Reality Manipulation (Level 1) Mark and Attack --- At the bottom of the window, a special note caught his eye: When AlphaBoss meets the experience requirements for a level upgrade, system consent will be required to proceed. A smirk crossed Adam¡¯s lips. They¡¯re trying to control me, but it¡¯s too late. He had already created a skill beyond normal limits. The system might restrict some aspects of his power, but he still had the greatest advantage¡ªknowledge. Quietly, he murmured, ¡°My plan worked perfectly. Now, nothing can stop me from achieving my goal.¡± Adam rose from the ground, brushing off dirt from his black outfit. The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting scattered rays of light across the forest floor. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of damp leaves and wood. The sound of rustling leaves filled the silence as a soft breeze moved through the trees. Adam took a deep breath, feeling the cool air energize him. It¡¯s time to gather experience points. With renewed determination, he ventured deeper into the forest. The terrain grew more rugged, with twisted roots and jagged rocks making the path uneven. Shadows stretched long across the ground, the towering trees forming a natural labyrinth around him. After walking for some time, Adam froze. His ears caught a faint noise¡ªa rhythmic slashing sound, followed by a wet squelch. He slowed his pace, moving cautiously toward the source of the noise. Peering from behind a thick tree trunk, he spotted a small clearing. In the center, a lone player was locked in battle with a group of slimes. The name floating above the player¡¯s head read: BlockHead Adam observed him carefully. BlockHead held a simple iron sword, his posture steady as he faced three gelatinous creatures. With a swift swing, he sliced the first slime cleanly in half. The creature burst into bright light, leaving behind nothing but fading particles. Not hesitating, BlockHead pivoted on his heel, delivering another precise strike. His sword cut through the second slime, which quickly dissolved in a similar fashion. Only one remained. With a confident thrust, BlockHead lunged forward, stabbing his weapon directly into the final slime¡¯s core. The monster shuddered for a brief second before it too disintegrated into glowing particles, leaving behind a small red crystal. Raising his arms in triumph, BlockHead grinned. ¡°Man, these graphics are amazing! Just 30 more slimes, and I¡¯ll level up!¡± Adam remained hidden behind the tree, his eyes sharp as he analyzed the scene. So, this is how players grind experience? He watched as BlockHead picked up the red crystal, inspecting it curiously before storing it in his inventory. For a moment, Adam considered stepping out and interacting with the player. But then, he hesitated. No. Not yet. He wasn¡¯t ready to reveal himself. Not until he had a full understanding of how players operated. Instead, he continued to observe in silence, his mind rapidly forming a strategy for what came next. If I want to level up, I need to understand the best way to farm experience. Watching others might give me the edge I need. Hidden in the shadows, Adam¡¯s eyes gleamed with quiet determination. The next phase of his journey was about to begin. Chapter - 9: First hunting Adam lingered in the shadows of the thick foliage, his sharp gaze fixed on BlockHead, the player he had been observing. The way BlockHead fought the slimes¡ªbasic, efficient, predictable¡ªonly reinforced Adam''s belief that he had transcended ordinary gameplay. His Mark and Attack skill ensured he could achieve far more in a shorter time. There was no reason for him to waste time grinding on such weak creatures. "Slimes are just stepping stones," Adam thought, stepping away from the scene. His real targets lay deeper in the forest. The forest itself seemed to welcome his decision. The deeper he ventured, the denser the vegetation became. Towering trees stretched skyward, their branches intertwining like a natural canopy, filtering the sunlight into dappled golden patches on the forest floor. The air was rich with the earthy scent of damp wood and fresh leaves, the sound of rustling foliage filling the silence. Adam moved swiftly but cautiously, his footsteps light on the ground. His black outfit, designed for stealth, blended into the shadows. Unlike other players who were still adjusting to VR movement, Adam''s actions were fluid, precise¡ªa result of his real-life experience and his past knowledge of the game. As he walked, Adam reviewed what he knew about the creatures inhabiting this area. Unlike new players who had to discover these details the hard way, he had the advantage of knowledge. Slimes (Level 1-2): The easiest monsters to hunt. Slow, weak, and predictable, they were perfect for beginners. Occasionally, a Slime Boss would appear, giving extra stat rewards. Fang Rabbits (Level 3-5): A step up from slimes, Fang Rabbits were known for their speed and agility. Unlike slimes, which moved sluggishly, these creatures darted around unpredictably, forcing players to react quickly. Red Wolves (Level 5-10): The real predators of the Beginner Village. Fierce, fast, and highly aggressive, they were far beyond the capabilities of most new players. Experienced adventurers avoided them unless they were in a party. Adam smirked. "I''m not an ordinary player." Unlike others who hesitated or sought safer hunting grounds, he would go straight for the most dangerous prey. If he wanted to level up quickly, he had to take risks. As he moved deeper into the woods, memories of his past life resurfaced. He hadn''t just struggled against monsters¡ªhe had struggled against the system itself. In this game''s early days, powerful guilds had monopolized everything. Even in beginner zones, they controlled hunting areas, charging "fees" for weaker players to farm monsters. If a player refused to comply, they would be hunted down and forced to quit. Adam had once been one of those weak players, forced to grind under their oppressive rules. He clenched his fist. "Never again." This time, he would turn the tables. The guilds thought they controlled the game, but they had never accounted for someone like him¡ªan Administrator. He adjusted his hood, feeling the smooth fabric against his fingertips. His stealth ability was an unexpected boon¡ªone the game hadn''t stripped from his transferred character. If the guilds tried to track him, they would fail. Adam moved deeper into the forest, his steps measured, his body alert. The towering trees stretched endlessly into the sky, their thick canopy blocking out most of the sunlight, allowing only streaks of golden light to pierce through.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, fresh leaves, and the occasional whiff of wildflowers growing between the thick roots of the trees. "This place feels familiar," Adam thought as he walked. "Like I''ve been here a thousand times before." It wasn''t just the environment¡ªit was the game itself. He had lived through this world once before, struggling, learning, and ultimately dominating it. But this time, things were different. He wasn''t a clueless beginner anymore. He had knowledge that no one else possessed. He moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly where he was going, his sharp eyes scanning the dense foliage for any sign of movement. Birds chirped above, small insects buzzed near the undergrowth, and a faint rustling noise echoed in the distance. Adam''s lips curled into a smirk. He wasn''t alone. His fingers instinctively brushed against the hilt of his knife, his muscles tensing slightly. He crouched low behind a massive tree trunk, his breathing steady and controlled. The rustling noise grew louder. A low growl followed. Adam peered past the thick bark, his sharp gaze settling on a pack of Fang Wolves a few meters ahead. There were five of them. Their sleek, muscular bodies moved in perfect unison, their sharp fangs glistening under the filtered sunlight. Their fur was a mix of dark gray and silver, blending almost seamlessly with the forest shadows. At the front of the pack stood the leader¡ªa striking female wolf with deep yellow eyes. Her body was slightly larger than the others, and her posture exuded dominance. Adam''s smirk widened. "That''s the one," he whispered. He had encountered Fang Wolves before in his previous life. He knew their patterns, their weaknesses, and the best way to take them down. In a direct fight, a Level 1 player wouldn''t stand a chance against a pack. But Adam wasn''t just any player¡ªhe was someone who had already conquered this game once. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his knife. The stealth properties of his outfit allowed him to remain hidden, but he had to be careful. If the pack sensed him before he struck, they would tear him apart in seconds. He activated Mark and Attack. A faint glow surrounded the female wolf, invisible to everyone except Adam. His skill had locked onto her, ensuring his attack would land with precision. Adam exhaled slowly, steadying his aim. "One shot," he thought. "I have to make it count." With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled his arm back and launched the knife. The blade sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, its speed almost unnatural. The knife embedded itself deep into the female wolf''s skull. Blood splattered onto the forest floor as the wolf let out a sharp, guttural cry. Its body staggered for a brief moment before collapsing into a lifeless heap. A system notification appeared before Adam: [Critical Hit! 100 Damage. Level 5 Fang Wolf defeated] Adam let out a breath, his expression calm. But he wasn''t done yet. The remaining wolves froze for a second, shocked by the sudden death of their leader. Their ears perked up, their bodies tensing. Then, as if responding to an unspoken command, they all turned in Adam''s direction, their growls deep and menacing. Adam''s smirk didn''t falter. "You''re angry, huh?" he muttered, stepping out from behind the tree. "Good. Come at me." The largest of the remaining wolves¡ªlikely the second-in-command¡ªsnarled before lunging straight at Adam. Its sharp fangs gleamed as it closed the distance in a heartbeat. But Adam was ready. He sidestepped at the last second, his body moving with unnatural fluidity. The wolf''s attack missed by mere inches, and before it could recover, Adam struck. His fist connected with the creature''s ribs, sending a shockwave of pain through its body. [ -15 HP ] The wolf howled in agony, stumbling backward. Adam didn''t give it a chance to react. He dashed forward, his movements precise, his attacks relentless. His knife flashed as he struck again. [ -20 HP ] The second wolf collapsed. Another system notification popped up: [Level 4 Fang Wolf defeated!] Adam barely glanced at it. He was already moving toward the next target. The remaining wolves hesitated, their instincts warring between fight and flight. But Adam didn''t give them a choice. He lunged at the nearest wolf, his knife slashing through its throat. [ -18 HP ] The wolf gurgled before dropping to the ground. Within moments, only one remained. The final wolf whimpered, its ears flattening against its head. It took a step back, eyes darting toward the corpse of its pack leader. Adam tilted his head. "Running away?" he asked, his voice calm. "Can''t blame you." The wolf let out a low growl, but instead of attacking, it turned and bolted into the forest. Adam didn''t chase it. He simply watched it disappear into the distance before turning back to the fallen wolves. A system prompt appeared: [Congratulations! You have defeated a Level 5 enemy as a Level 1 player. Bonus experience awarded] Adam''s experience bar filled instantly. A new notification popped up: [Your required experience points have been met. Do you wish to level up?] [Yes/No] Adam exhaled, staring at the prompt for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he selected No. "This system is broken in all the right ways," he muttered to himself. "If I keep collecting experience without leveling up, I can stack my potential beyond normal limits." Chapter - 9: Meet New Player Adam crouched low in the bushes, his eyes fixed on the battlefield before him. The clearing was silent now except for the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. He had just fought and defeated the five Fang Wolves that had attacked him. Their wild eyes and sharp fangs were now still, and Adam felt a surge of satisfaction fill his chest. He allowed himself a small, contented smile. His heart pounded with the thrill of victory as he looked over the fallen creatures. Taking a deep breath, Adam slowly rose from his hiding spot. With careful steps, he made his way toward the group of lifeless wolves. Each step was measured, as if he did not want to disturb the strange calm that had fallen over the clearing. As he approached the bodies, something unexpected caught his eye. The bodies of the Fang Wolves began to shimmer with a faint blue light. The light was soft at first, but it grew stronger and brighter with every passing moment. Adam stood still for a moment, unsure of what he was witnessing. The blue glow spread over the dead bodies, and then, in a blink, the wolf corpses started to break apart. Tiny particles of light drifted away like sparkling dust in the air. Soon, the bodies had completely vanished, leaving behind nothing but a gentle glow that slowly faded into the surrounding forest. In their place, small piles of loot appeared neatly on the forest floor. Curiosity burned in Adam''s eyes as he moved closer to the piles. He knelt down beside one of them and carefully inspected the items. There, among the loose treasures, were 25 copper coins, two Fang Wolf fangs¡ªan item that was known to be very rare¡ªand some raw Fang Wolf meat. Adam''s heart skipped a beat with excitement; even though he had just fought for his life, the reward was well worth the effort. Not waiting for any further explanation, Adam began to check the other piles. Almost as if by magic, a blue system window appeared right before him. The window showed his progress in a neat, organized manner: [Congratulations, AlphaBoss! You have collected: 10 Fang Wolf Fangs 2.5 kg of Raw Fang Wolf Meat 125 Copper Coins.] A soft chime rang out, and the loot was automatically transferred to his inventory. Adam''s grin widened as he took in the pleasant surprise of the reward. "Not bad," he muttered quietly, proud of his accomplishment and the turn of events that had led to his current success. Adam''s steps grew lighter as he recalled each moment of the battle. He remembered the flash of the Fang Wolves'' eyes and the rush of his own adrenaline as he moved quickly to dodge their attacks. The blue light and the automatic system message made it all seem even more real. He could not help but wonder what magic or technology was behind the strange transformation of the wolf bodies into valuable items.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Still pleased with himself, Adam decided it was time to check on his progress. "Status window," he said aloud, his voice steady. Instantly, another blue screen materialized in the air before him. This screen was familiar, a constant companion on his adventures, displaying his stats and information in clear, simple text: --- Name: AlphaBoss Species: Human Class: Administrator Level: 1 Experience: 2500/100 HP: 50/100 MP: 10/100 Physical Stats: Stamina: 5 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 5 Strength: 5 Agility: 5 Luck: 3 Skills: Reality Manipulation (Level 1) - Cooldown: 22 hours remaining Mark and Attack --- Adam studied the interface with satisfaction. The numbers and skills were a reminder of the early stages of the game. "I''ve accumulated quite a bit of experience," he whispered to himself, a hint of pride in his tone. He knew that in these early levels, it was easier to gain experience points, but that soon, the path ahead would grow tougher. His mind raced with thoughts of future battles and challenges. However, for now, his victory and the rewards made everything seem possible. After a few moments of reflection, Adam dismissed the status window and began his journey back to the Beginner Village. His mind was still buzzing with the excitement of his victory and the wonders of the blue light magic that had just taken place. He took slow, careful steps along the familiar forest path. His eyes occasionally drifted to the ground, keeping track of the trail and noting every small detail of the forest that surrounded him. Before long, a new presence in the forest caught his attention. As he walked, he noticed another figure ahead¡ªa player who, unlike the wild creatures he had just fought, looked calm and confident. The player was a young woman. Adam paused, his instincts alert as he tried to assess her. She had long, striking golden hair that shone brightly in the dappled sunlight. In her hand, she held a sword that looked both well-worn and well-cared for, an indication of her skill and experience. The moment her eyes met his, her face showed a look of surprise. For a split second, she seemed unsure, as if trying to remember something important. Then she spoke, almost as if the answer was on the tip of her tongue. "You ventured deeper into the forest, didn''t you?" she asked, her voice carrying both curiosity and a hint of caution. Adam did not reply right away. Instead, he fixed his gaze on her, trying to read her intentions. The forest around them was quiet, and the only sounds were the soft footsteps of each of them on the leaf-covered ground. After a brief silence, the young woman''s eyes traveled down to his outfit. She took in every detail¡ªthe dark fabric, the subtle enhancements that hinted at stealth and agility¡ªand her expression softened from surprise to genuine admiration. "You must be a pro player," she said, her tone warm and impressed. "To have such an advanced set of equipment right after the game''s release¡­ it''s incredible." Her voice was friendly, and a small smile began to form on her lips as she stepped closer. "Hi," she said, "My name''s Kamiko." At that moment, Adam''s eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized the name. In the back of his mind, memories from his previous life began to stir. He recalled that Kamiko was destined to become one of the top members of the Ten Petal Guild, a powerful and influential group in the game''s future. Even in the early days, her reputation was well known to those who had played for a long time. She was known for her sharp mind, her resourcefulness, and her ability to take advantage of any situation. These qualities made her a force to be reckoned with, and Adam felt a mix of respect and caution in meeting her. For a moment, Adam stood silently, his mind racing as he thought about all the possibilities this encounter might bring. He knew that meeting someone as important as Kamiko early in the game could change many things. Kamiko, noticing the slight change in his expression, tilted her head and gave him a curious look. "I''m sorry," she said softly, "did I startle you? I did not mean to catch you off guard." Her tone was gentle, and she took a step back, giving him space to think. Adam stands quietly after hearing Kamiko''s words. Kamiko''s eyes sparkled as she continued, "I have been exploring the forest and looking for hidden treasures, and I could not help but notice your equipment. It seems you know your way around." She paused, as if weighing her words, then added, "Maybe we can help each other on our journeys."