In the realm of MythCraft Online, reality was nothing but a suggestion. Players wielded mountains like pebbles and summoned gods for lunch. And still, power was ranked—because gamers needed tiers, stats, and big numbers to flex.
The tiering system? Straight from the power scalers. Yeah, that one. It started at Street-Level and ended somewhere past Outerversal-High-God-God-Eater-Tier. Nobody read past "Multiversal" anyway. Wang Kagenou, Level 100 Sorcerer, was proud to be on the humble end of the food chain: Continental level.
"Yeah, I'm weak," Wang said, sitting cross-legged in a floating lava crater. "But at least I'm humble."
He had just hit the max level. One year of grinding. One year of killing pixel dragons, petting polygon bears, and dodging unpaid bills in real life. All for this moment.
[LEVEL 100 REACHED. INITIATING CLASS AWAKENING.]
A blue screen opened before his avatar, flickering with magical fonts.
CLASS AWAKENING INITIATED
Current Class: Sorcerer
Max Potential: Continental-Tier
Do you wish to reclass?
Warning: Reclass roll chances:
85% Common
10% Rare
3% Epic
1% Legendary
0.1% Mythical
(Unknown: Hidden Class Not Listed)
[Y/N]
Wang blinked.
"85% chance of staying trash," he muttered. "That's... honestly on brand."
He looked at the [Yes] button. Then at the [No]. He hovered his hand over [No]. But fate? Fate had other plans. Or maybe the server lagged.
CLICK.
"…wait. I didn't mean to—"
[ROLLING…]
A roulette wheel burst out of the system menu, spinning faster than his will to live. Colors blurred into madness. Lights flashed. Drumrolls sounded like someone banging pots inside his skull.
Then, a ding.
CLASS OBTAINED: ??? - APERION ASCENDANT
Class Rarity: Not Found
Potential Tier: [ERROR: VALUE TOO HIGH]
Class Traits: [UNDEFINED]
Warning: Unknown anomaly detected in class assignment
"…uh," Wang muttered, squinting at the screen. "Aperion? Sounds like a shampoo brand."
He checked the class registry. No Aperion. Not in Common, not Rare, not anywhere. Just tens of thousands of entries and no sign of this… whatever-it-was.
He scratched his head. "Guess I got a bugged Common class. Huh. That's my luck."
Just then, a roar echoed across the dimensional rift he was chilling in. A giant beast—Chrono-Wyrm Lv. 745—descended from the skies. Its wings were made of ticking clocks, and its eyes glowed like a broken hard drive.
"Oh sh—"
CRASH!
The beast lunged at him.
Out of reflex, Wang swung his staff.
He didn't even aim.
The moment his staff moved, the sky cracked. Time stuttered. The entire dimension bent inward like a crushed soda can.
Half the map just… vanished.
The Chrono-Wyrm? Gone. Vaporized. Deleted.
Silence.
The only thing left was Wang, floating midair, blinking at the crater the size of a small moon.
"...what?"
[LEVEL UP! YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 2.]
[MAX LEVEL REACHED.]
[???]
Wang stood there. "...excuse me?"
He checked his stats.
LEVEL: 2 (MAX)
CLASS: Aperion Ascendant
STATS: [ABSOLUTE]
Then more popups.
You have unlocked the following passive skills:
Absolute Omnipotence
Absolute Omniscience
Absolute Omnipresence
Absolute Stats
Absolute Control
Transcendence of Narrative Flow
Extra Stats When Eating Noodles or Smell Money
"What. The. Hell."
Wang took a deep breath, and the breath created a new star system by accident. "I hit a monster once. One time."
He waved his hand to dismiss the menus, but even that seemed to warp space around him.
Then he heard it—his own voice, narrating his actions from some unseen speaker.
"Wang Kagenou, newly reborn as an Aperion, stood at the edge of existence—"
"OKAY NOPE. Stop. Stop that." He slapped the air, trying to shut off the narration.
But it kept going.
"—his thoughts rippling across dimensions, each breath a miracle, each blink a cosmic rebirth—"
He screamed. "SHUT UP, NARRATION GUY!"
The narration stopped.
"…oh god I can control the narration," Wang muttered. "I am the narration."
He sat back down, or tried to, but he wasn't on the ground anymore. He was just floating outside space. Not in space. Outside it. No stars. No darkness. Just… nothing. Like the game devs forgot to texture the universe.
"…right. Absolute omnipresence," he said. "Can't even sit like a normal failure."
He blinked again. With omniscience, he instantly knew everything about his class.
The 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% chance.
The hidden developer Easter egg.
The system override.
The narrative authority.
The fact that his character was now a secret final boss.
"I'm a glitch," Wang muttered. "A divine, broken, cosmic glitch."
And worse? He couldn't even control it.
He tried walking. Just walking. Like a normal guy.
Instead, he slipped between dimensions, tripped through three timelines, and accidentally rewrote the backstory of an entire raid boss.
A notification appeared:
[You have rewritten the origin of The God-King Razel. He is now a frog merchant.]
"…I'm never touching anything again," he muttered, holding his hands up.
After what felt like hours (but was precisely zero time due to his omnipresence), he centered himself. Focused.
"Okay. Omniscience. Show me how to nerf myself."
Immediately, the knowledge flooded in. He could simulate being his old self. Level 100 Wang. Continental Tier. Mediocre. Weak. Completely unimpressive.
Perfect.
"Okay. I can do this," he said, breathing deeply. "Just act like a normal overworked loser with a big sword."
He tapped a menu.
[Simulation Mode Activated: Stats Adjusted to Level 100 Sorcerer]
The power vanished like fog. He could still feel it—but it sat behind a sealed gate now, quiet, waiting.
Wang cracked his knuckles and grinned.
"Back to being weak," he muttered. "Let's keep it that way."
As he floated down to the ruined battlefield, players in the distance began arriving. High-level veterans, all multiversal monsters, gods, and abstract concepts wearing anime skins. They sensed the dimensional collapse.
"Was there a raid event here?" one asked.
"Someone nuked the map," said another.
Wang shrugged, stepped forward, and gave the most level 100 energy possible.
"Yo," he said. "Anyone see a Chrono-Wyrm? I think I got its attention."
They all turned to him.
A few narrowed their eyes.
"…is that a Continental-tier walking around here?"
"Yeah, lol. What's he doing in a place like this?"
"Probably roleplaying. These scrubs always do that."
Wang Kagenou smiled.
Just a weakling, trying to survive in a broken world.
And no one—not even the devs—had any idea what he really was.