Edward stepped into Formula Questoria, eyes wide as the sky pulsed with light. The air shimmered with Glowing energies. Buildings curved with ancient architecture, yet floated with crystalline grace and it was Glowing in Crystal radiance.
In this realm of endless learning, Tyson, green-haired elf and a 5-million-quest (first cleared ) not reached 100 million to become god , greeted him.
"Welcome, Edward. I'm your overseer here."
The First Class-
He guided the boy into a massive training hall. Inside, students—75 in all—practiced skills without pause. Fire danced, gusts roared, spears bent midair, and herbs bloomed where none were planted.
Edward stood stunned.
"This… is training?"
Tyson smiled.
"This is becoming."
They entered Beginner Quest Class, where rows of desks stood beside enchanted maps. Tyson gestured for Edward to sit, then addressed the class:
"Beginner quests aren't about glory. They're about foundation. For example—your first quest might be to dig 2 meters using a basic shovel. From that, you earn two core skills:
Dig — lets you use any tool to excavate terrain. Proficiency — with repeated use, any skill strengthens in efficiency and effect."
He paced the room.
"Why dig? Because someday, you'll plant something. Sometimes life asks you to clear roots before you see growth."
A student raised a hand.
"Who gives quests?"
Tyson replied without pause:
"The land itself. From Primary Lovara to Mythical Questoria, every location grants quests based on your presence. They appear in your private status board. No one sees yours but you. A message appears, and the trial begins."
Tyson continued:
"Questoria doesn't follow traditional calendars. Our world runs on Quest Land Time:
35 hours in a day 75,000 hours in a month 7.5 million hours in a year
Time flows endlessly—no seasons, no holidays—only challenges."
"Each quest comes with a timer. If you fail, you may retry—a million times, even infinity. But mastery... mastery is earned through patience and grit."
He clapped his hands.
"Tomorrow at 8:00, we begin your Clearance Protocols. Pack your resolve. What looks simple… will shape gods."
Edward nodded, absorbing each word. A seed had been planted in him—not by shovel, but by destiny. And under Tyson's watch, it had begun to sprout.