Aiden walked with a loosened stride, fully aware that the average player standing in front of him now wouldn't dare raise their voice. One fireball from his hand would have them donating half their blood volume to the pavement. A Beastmaster hitting this hard practically felt illegal. Anyone expecting more might as well be asking for a chauffeured trip to the ER. Time to see what this "Beastmaster's Will" really does. His Divine Beastmaster class didn't stop at inflated stats. It came with an entire library of beastcraft blueprints. He had no clue what their numbers looked like, yet after the madness he had witnessed earlier, there was zero chance any of them turned out to be weak. Aiden cracked open his inventory. A single scroll rested in the bottom slot like it knew it was royalty. The blueprint displayed the name "Divine Beastclaw Gauntlet," a growth-type item classified as Legendary-level equipment. "Legendary from the jump?" His pulse kicked higher.He had downed dozens of bosses, not one dropping even a whiff of Legendary. Beastmaster gear ran rarer than honest politicians. Crafting it was the only route, and Legendary-level schematics felt closer to museum antiques than obtainable items. Even silver-level designs were considered collector's pieces. Materials and blacksmith requirements made the whole thing an even bigger headache. "At least I've got a direction. Rare materials or not, a blueprint means there's a path." He memorized the ingredient list, then closed his inventory. Once the Divine Beastclaw Gauntlet gets made, Gray's strength is going ballistic. His hits will be so powerful that NPCs from three towns away will complain about the noise. Momentum? Yeah, it finally remembered I exist. Aiden stretched his shoulders, cleared his mind, and headed toward the door. Only then did Steven and Sienna snap out of their stunned haze, wearing expressions that couldn't decide between awe and confusion. Steven opened his mouth, though his outline flickered like a weak hologram. He had only been a phantom created through special means. The moment he completed Aiden's class advancement, his time ran out. Raw frustration gripped his features before he dissolved into thin air. "Nighthale, you never stop blindsiding me." Sienna pressed a hand over her chest, excitement shimmering in her eyes. She thought, Even the Royal Chief Beastmaster couldn't reach this level, yet this man—this ridiculously young man—pulls it off as the universe handed him a VIP pass. Aiden hesitated a beat. "Is there something unusual about unlocking a hidden class?" He sensed there was more weight behind the ritual than he understood. Sienna's voice brightened. "If Uncle Steven's reading was accurate, you've stepped into the threshold of divinity." Aiden frowned. "Divinity? As in gods?" "That's right..." Sienna walked him through the entire process—the crystal balls, the overflow, and the impossible results. Aiden's eyebrows crept upward. "Three crystal balls are the human limit, yet five couldn't even contain mine?" He drifted into thought. Does all of this trace back to my rebirth? Everyone else only carries one soul's worth of energy. Mine got split into two. If three crystal balls cap a normal soul, then doubling it should push the limit to six. The idea was crude, little more than a guess, though Aiden felt a quiet certainty beneath it. Some part of him recognized a link between the two. "Relax. Don't cook your brain over this. I can ask Steven once I make it to Crownspire City." He pushed the theory aside, concluding that the class advancement was finished. Ruminating over it wouldn't change anything. The next milestone stood clear: the Level 20 Tier Advancement Trial. Forging the Divine Beastclaw Gauntlet could wait. The materials were rare, and that blueprint was worth enough to make blacksmiths throw elbows to study it. He could sell it to a blacksmith guild for a mountain of marks, though money barely ranked among his concerns anymore. Holding onto it made more sense. One day, when he built his own workshop, the blueprint would attract elite NPC smiths like moths to wildfire. ... Aiden exited the duke's estate and went to the trial grounds. Meanwhile, the nine-hour limit finally expired. Every player in Grendola, except Aiden, was forcibly logged out. Engines that had frozen mid-cycle suddenly roared back to life. Machines spun up. The world snapped into motion as if someone flicked a cosmic light switch. Reality resumed, though the consequences remained brutal. Players who had died too many times inside Doomsday never woke up. Bus drivers slumped over their wheels. Factory workers lay motionless near conveyor lines. CEOs and government officials collapsed mid-task. Many held roles critical to the city's daily functions. Accidents erupted across Grendola in a chain reaction. People left the game only to collide with a new wave of disaster waiting outside. There was no doubt about it. In the midst of loss, panic, and unanswered questions, Doomsday became the blazing center of every conversation on the planet.