Starting at Max Level, I'd Choose the World of Freyren

Lynn woke up to find himself transported to the world of *The Burial of Frillien*. The moment he touched the statue of the Southern Hero, precognitive magic and humanity's strongest physique surged into his body. Intending to discreetly search for a way home, he was caught up in a monster riot in the northern highlands. To ensure his safe journey north, he set his sights on a carrot spirit—only to be labeled a dangerous element by Frillien. "Ms. Frillien! Stay away from this suspicious fellow!" Philon's staff pointed directly at Lynn's face, while all he could say was: "Misunderstanding! I really just wanted to plant a carrot..." His head was throbbing. I opened...