At the YGGDRASIL operations department, it was already the final hour.
Watching the server closing time draw nearer, everyone waited for the end with mixed emotions.
Just then, a notification appeared on the computers in front of them, sparking a discussion.
“At a time like this, someone used the world-class item [ring of the eternal serpent] to request that their level cap be increased to infinity?”
“It’s normal.
After all, if they don’t use it now, it’ll be useless in an hour.
Might as well make a random wish.”
“So, should we approve it?”
“I think we can.
He won’t be able to gain many levels in an hour anyway.
He might not even manage to farm enough experience for a single level.”
“Well, true.
The server’s closing soon regardless.”
“Then it’s approved!”
“But if we approve it, we’ll need to modify the code, right?
Besides, we haven’t even considered how experience points should be calculated after level 100.”
“That’s simple.
Since the player can’t see the required experience for future levels anyway, we only need to code the part from level 100 to 110.”
“I suggest using the experience required to go from level 90 to 100 as one unit.
Level 100 to 101 will take one unit, 101 to 102 will take two units, and so on.
What does everyone think?”
“I agree!
This makes the coding much easier.”
“Alright, then it’s decided!
Tell the programmers to hurry up.
Don’t make the person wait until the server closes before approving it.”
In the game YGGDRASIL, a message appeared before Makoto’s eyes—
Player [Amon.尼古拉]’s level cap has been increased to—Infinity.
May your memories be equally eternal.”
As the system prompt sounded, the world-class item [ring of the eternal serpent] in his hand vanished after emitting a burst of light—
According to the game rules, a world-class item of ‘The Twenty’ would disappear after a single use, only to reappear in some corner of the world.
Makoto looked at the system prompt, unaware that the YGGDRASIL developers had actually dug a hole for him; he was currently so excited he could hardly breathe.
It was only because game characters couldn’t make expressions; otherwise, he would have been jumping for joy!
“Hehe—Haha—Hahahaha—”
“This Great One truly is the chosen one!”
“What Bone King?
What True Dragon Lord?
They’re all trash!”
“They’d better know their place, or once I raise my level past 200, I’ll treat them all like mere minions and finish them off!”
0:00:00…
1, 2, 3…
Amidst extreme excitement and anticipation, time ticked past midnight.
As the pre-set alarm went off, everything changed in an instant.
He extended his palm before his eyes, his five fingers flexibly forming a fist and then opening, followed by a jumping bolt of lightning emerging from his palm—
This was the prelude to the fifth-tier magic, [Dragon Lightning].
Then, as he closed his open palm, the lightning dispersed into wisps of magical aura.
In the next moment, a spear made of golden light appeared in his hand.
[Holy Spear], originally a faith-based magic meant to be thrown directly, could now be held and toyed with in his hand.
There was no doubt that this ability to use and dispel magic as if by instinct was something absolutely impossible to do in the game!
He then tried to call the GM, and as expected, that function had completely lost its effect.
[Flight]
As the magic was cast, Makoto’s body broke free from the shackles of gravity, realizing a long-held dream of humanity.
After flying freely for a while in the bedroom, which could only be described as massive, he landed in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Unsurprisingly, what was reflected in the mirror was not the ordinary handsome guy with black hair and black eyes from before his transmigration, nor was it the corporate slave in the cyberpunk world who had started going bald at a young age.
Instead, it was a perfect body specifically designed using AI software with keywords like [Perfect], [Human], [Handsome], [White Hair and Gold Eyes], and so on!
He struck a few narcissistic poses and felt his perfect muscles, which he had never possessed before, especially those beautiful abs.
“Ha, if nothing else, if I had this body before I transmigrated, wouldn’t making a living off my face be simple?”
Knock, knock, knock—
Just then, after a steady and unhurried knock on the door, a slightly cold yet Gentle female voice drifted in from outside.
“Lord Amon.
Nicholas, the Guardian have discovered an anomalous situation and require your instructions.”
Makoto rose from the bed and sat at a nearby tea table.
After a quick check of his appearance, he took an item called [Infinite Black Tea] from his inventory, filled two cups, and then responded.
“Enter.”
“Pardon me.”
As the voice came again, the door was opened.
Walking in was a petite girl with golden curly hair, wearing a magnificent backless pink short dress paired with bracelets and a jewel necklace, giving off an impression almost like a hostess.
Gokusai Kaibi, a character from the anime A Certain Magical Index that he had watched in his past life, or rather, the life before that.
In the original work, her identity was an employee of the dark side, possessing an esper power called [Measure Heart], and her rank was “Great Ability User” (Level 4).
Of course, none of that was very important.
The reason Makoto chose to use her image was simple—she was beautiful!
Compared to the original protagonists Index or Mikoto Misaka, Gokusai Kaibi was the one in this anime who best suited Makoto’s aesthetic.
After all, he wasn’t truly summoning the anime character; if he were, he might have to consider their personality and history.
When creating an NPC, the most important thing was definitely that they catered to his own preferences.
If he really didn’t like their personality, he could just change it; modifying the settings only took a few words.
Of course, in most cases, he roughly followed the original circumstances.
After all, the personalities of characters that people truly liked were usually not too bad.
Moreover, Makoto didn’t intend for her personality to be exactly the same as the original.
A person’s character is composed of memories, experiences, and so on, and cannot be summarized by simple words like [Tsundere], [Loser Heroine], [Two-faced], [Little Devil], or [Gentle].
(A quick disclaimer: the NPCs only borrow the images, names, and the general personalities in Makoto’s mind; they will not be exactly the same as in the original works.)
The girl walked up to Makoto, lowered her head slightly, and then knelt on one knee.
Her right hand was placed on her left knee, her snowy-white right leg sinking into the carpet.
“Lord Amon, your loyal subordinate, Gokusai Kaibi, seeks an audience—”