The overworld was entirely transforming under the weight of the new systemic laws, but Ren remained detached from its frantic rebuilding. From the highest peaks of the Blood Moon Temple, she watched humanity form its new foundations. High Elves trained as Wizards, Goliaths picked up the heavy shields of Juggernauts, and former corporate tycoons hammered raw ore into shape as Level 1 Blacksmiths. The newly established global economy was running entirely on class-holders, but to Ren, it was nothing more than a baseline distraction.
She swiped her slender hand, looking down at her own status panel floating in the air.
[Current Status: Level 35]
[Class: Sovereign Kitsune Deity (Phase 1)]
[Active Bloodline: Three Tails Awakened]
[Current Level Cap: 60 (Tier 2)]
To the desperate survivors and newly forged hunters below, a Level 35 Sovereign Kitsune Deity with three tails was a terrifying, unmatched god. But to Ren, her crimson eyes held no delusion. Thirty-five is a fraction of true authority, she thought, her silver fox ears twitching as she felt the lingering, dense restrictions buried within her bloodline. A true deity does not stop at the first threshold. My peak is at nine tails. Until those nine locks are broken, I am vulnerable.
She stood from her jade throne, her three magnificent silver tails settling into a tight, focused form behind her. She had built the shrines. She had automated the passive Karma intake. She had forced the old world order to its knees. Now, it was time to let the mortals manage themselves while she pursued her own absolute evolution.
"Commander Vance," Ren’s silver voice chimed through the grand hall, carrying a chilling, quiet intent.
Vance stepped out instantly, dropping to one knee. His majestic red-and-white heavy plate clanked softly against the polished marble. "Your command, High Priestess?"
"The world will do its thing," Ren decreed, walking past him toward the rear gates of the sanctum, where the unexplored, higher-tier mountainous rifts loomed into the stormy northern horizon. "The shrines are safe under the maidens, and the hunters are trapped inside my system. Keep the temple guarded. I am entering the isolated high-level hunting zones to begin my own grinding. Do not follow me unless the temple itself faces annihilation."
Vance kept his head deeply bowed, his white-hot broadsword resting against his shoulder. "Your will be done, Lady Ren. Clear the path, and return to us at your true peak."
Without another word, Ren dissolved into a streak of brilliant, white-hot fox-fire. She blurred past the massive crimson Torii gates, bypassing the lower valleys entirely as she headed deep into the Level 60+ unpurified wild zones. The hunt for her fourth tail had officially begun.