Becoming a high-level player was… almost boring.
Not because the game lacked challenge — YGGDRASIL could crush you if you weren't careful — but because I already knew all its secrets.
I knew the best items.
I knew the optimal classes.
I knew every hidden trick for leveling faster than anyone else.
And, of course, being born as one of the game directors' children didn't hurt.
I had full beta access. Exclusive content. Knowledge that would take the average player months, maybe years, to discover.
By the time Elijah, Lily, and I started seriously playing, our characters weren't just strong. They were ridiculous. Broken in every way the designers hadn't anticipated.
I looked down at my avatar for a moment — sleek, scaled, magic-infused, Rimuru-inspired perfection — mana flowing endlessly in a way that almost made me dizzy. Every spell I cast was amplified tenfold thanks to my special title that boosted all magic attacks by ten times and increased my magical capacity fifteen times over the normal limit.
I wasn't just good. I was terrifying.
Building our guild was just as effortless.
The three of us pooled our knowledge. Lily and I were both pure magic casters. She was a vampire — an elder vampire at that — built for pure damage and crowd control, elegant and deadly. Her character was based on Luminous Valentine, and her spells had synergy with mine in ways most players wouldn't even dream of.
Elijah's character was the support of the group. A versatile alchemist and potion master who could summon columns that strengthened our battles in ways that no regular summoning class could. He even had a special class the developers gave him — exclusive content — allowing him to correct golem solemn summons.
Most players just spammed summons for cheap power. Not us. Elijah carefully crafted each column using rare materials. The result? Summons that weren't just strong — they were almost sentient. They had abilities on par with high-tier NPCs and could even adapt mid-battle.
The three of us worked like a well-oiled machine. Lily would decimate anything in her path with her spells. I amplified, controlled, and demolished strategically with my magic. Elijah supported, built, and enhanced everything, creating layers of advantage most players couldn't touch.
Recruiting for the guild wasn't difficult either.
Sure, we didn't have a tank. But the game was made for clever players. A few high-level invitations here, a few promises of rare items there, and suddenly we had a small army of talented players willing to follow our lead.
Even better, our guild bank was stocked with everything money could buy. Since I was insanely rich in real life — and my family had influence and credits in-game — purchasing rare items, world items, and powerful equipment from the cash store wasn't a problem.
We were unstoppable.
Achievements piled up quickly.
World titles, unique loot, exclusive skills — they all poured in.
I had earned World Champion for winning several PVP tournaments, each granting me items, magic boosts, and rare achievements other players could only dream of.
Our guild, combining money, knowledge, and skill, became legendary almost overnight. Names whispered across servers:
"The Three Sorcerers" — a guild that dominated everything, a force no one dared challenge.
I leaned back in my chair during one late-night beta session, watching a massive siege play out across a server city.
Columns I'd designed shimmered across the battlefield.
Vampire magic arcs tore through enemy lines, Lily's laughter echoing faintly through my headset.
Elijah barked instructions, expertly rotating support buffs and column placements.
And me? I smiled, casting another spell that instantly vaporized an incoming army.
Ten times damage. Full mana pool. Perfect precision.
I didn't even break a sweat.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
This was what I lived for.
The game. The guild. The strategy. The raw, intoxicating power.
And it was just the beginning.
Later, I opened our guild vault to check our latest haul.
World items. Rare artifacts. Legendary equipment. Enough consumables to wipe out a small army multiple times.
I smirked.
"Soon," I whispered, "nothing in this world will be able to touch us."
Because with my knowledge, our three insanely powerful magic casters, and the resources at our disposal… there was no limit to what we could accomplish.
The bored god may have reincarnated us as humans in a wealthy dystopia.
But in YGGDRASIL…
We were already gods.