Two hundred years ago, a sudden cataclysm merged the world with a game, ushering in an era where everyone could choose a class. Everyone became a player in the game, and Bai Ye was no exception.
One hundred and sixty-three years ago, Bai Ye established countless laws to keep the human world safe from invasions from other realms.
Now, beneath the peaceful facade, Bai Ye, the strongest level-100 player, the [Creator], was ambushed and killed. But at the last moment, he transferred his soul into one of his backup bodies.
For humanity, and for the people he cared about, he would take his level-100 player privileges and experience, start over as a humble [Artisan], and climb back to the top.
“What? He’s only a level-10 artisan. How could he possibly make a level-30 weapon?”
Bai Ye said, “Uh... If I say it’s because I love learning, would you believe me?”
“He’s only a level-10 artisan. How could he possibly clear a level-30 dungeon?”
Bai Ye said, “Luck, just luck. Everything in the dungeon is fake, not real.”
“He’s not even level 30 yet. How could he open the chest the [Creator] left behind for players above level 90?”
Bai Ye said, “Is it so strange that I have the key to my own chest?”
