[Advancent Quest: Have 50 Rank 2 Undead – Progress: 51/50]
[Special circumstances have been observed regarding your Rank Advancent Quest.]
[You have exceeded the limit.]
[Creating a one-ti Limit Break quest based on the conditions t.]
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[Advancent Quest: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead – Progress: 90/100{MAX}]
Ti Limit: One Week
Reward: Extra levels and other rewards depending on the overall situation surrounding the advanced undead.
[Do you wish to advance to Master Necromancer now?]
[Y/N]
Michael stared at the series of cascading notifications, eyes wide with disbelief. Panel after panel flickered before him like a slot machine gone mad—quests and system alerts faster than he could register.
A strange silence filled the vine do, the echo of undead evolution fading. But within Michael’s chest, his heart pounded like a war drum.
"...Did I just break the system?"
The thought ca unbidden, and yet he couldn’t dismiss it.
It was almost comical—he hadn’t even advanced to Master Necromancer yet, and the system was already throwing everything it had at him like it was panicking, scrambling to respond to a situation it hadn’t been designed to handle.
The last ti he triggered a one-ti Limit Break quest, it was for exceeding a normal advancent requirent. Just one special quest.
And the reward?
Three random skills.
A few attribute points in all stats.
Five bonus levels—because he’d hit a perfect rating.
But this... this was different.
This wasn’t one Limit Break quest.
This was four.
No—five.
Each one stacking on top of the other like a tower built far beyond its foundation.
Michael exhaled slowly, his breath fogging slightly in the do’s still air.
"...Surely," he muttered, voice low, "even if there’s no rating above Perfect, this has to be sothing far beyond what most people have done before."
He wasn’t boasting.
He wasn’t even trying to convince himself.
It was just logic.
The quests didn’t even overlap—each one was based on a new bracket he’d shattered. 10 Rank 2 undead. Then 20. Then 30. Then 50. And now... more than 50.
It was absurd.
Michael chuckled, the sound dry and faintly disbelieving.
He could only imagine the backend of the world itself glitching like a machine pushed past its design specs.
Still... a slow grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
He felt a chill—not of fear, but anticipation.
And now, staring at the twin prompts blinking at him—
[Do you wish to advance to Master Necromancer now?]
[Y/N]
He felt sothing else.
Excitent.
Like a spark had caught dry tinder in his chest.
Michael’s fingers twitched at his side.
With five special quests lined up, each with increasing difficulty and compressed ti limits, the rewards would only scale accordingly. They had to.
But first...
He looked around at the evolved undead, many of whom were still adapting to their new forms—so with elongated limbs, armored hides, and so on.
Each one stronger.
And all of them his.
His army was evolving.
And so was he.
Michael stared at the blinking prompt.
But he didn’t press it just yet.
Not now.
Not while five Limit Break quests were active.
Not when completing them would make his rise even more explosive.
He lowered his hand and took a breath.
"...Not yet."
A short laugh escaped him.
"I’m going to break you even more first," he told the system softly, almost affectionately.
Then he turned his eyes toward the forest beyond the do.
So many monsters.
And only seven days for the final Limit Break.
His grin widened.
Michael turned his attention back to the quest panel.
[Advancent Quest: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead – Progress: 90/100 {MAX}]
Ti Limit: One Week
He exhaled through his nose.
"Ninety out of a hundred..."
The number lood in his mind.
So close.
Just ten more undead to push the limit one final ti. Maybe then the system would finally stop throwing quests at him like a panicked gambler doubling down.
Michael rubbed his temples.
Still, there was one small relief.
Having ten more undead to complete the quest wasn’t going to be an issue.
His expression relaxed slightly.
Then again, what would happen if he exceeded the "maximum"? Would the system finally collapse under its own logic? Would another secret quest appear?
Michael didn’t know.
But it excited him.
His lips curved into a thoughtful grin as he closed the panel.
Michael reached into his storage space and pulled out sothing he often forgot was even there—a sealed jar filled with dead insects.
It was the sa set he’d originally used to create Fade and Ghost.
Before all the recent chaos—before his advancent quests spiraled into sothing far greater—Michael had once believed he wouldn’t need that many undead to et his requirents. Now, looking back, he realized how naive that assumption had been.
He glanced at the jar, then sighed.
Why was he reviving more undead here instead of simply returning to Aurora and evolving the ones stationed there?
The answer was simple.
Those undead were all high humans—already evolved once. And while none of them had yet reached Rank 2, the nature of "limitless" races ant that evolution granted potential, not imdiate power. It didn’t add strength in the way evolving others did.
Which ant they weren’t enough.
Michael had no choice but to create more undead.
Thankfully, he had the ans.
He didn’t waste ti.
He popped the jar open and poured the contents onto the ground. Dozens of insect corpses scattered across the forest floor.
Michael picked them at random.
A spell was cast.
Dark mana surged from his fingertips, wrapping around the lifeless bodies. Compared to the other undead he’d worked on recently, these creatures were simple. Weak. Reviving them was as effortless as breathing.
Monts later, eleven new undead crawled to life—legs clicking, wings twitching, mandibles scraping as they awaited command.
Without hesitation, Michael triggered their evolution.
Once.
Then again.
He felt his evolution points drop slightly, but not enough to concern him.
The process was quick—these creatures were small, and their growth paths were straightforward. Their forms twisted, changed, grew stronger with each surge of light.
And then, as the last of them finished transforming, the panel appeared.
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[Advancent Quest: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead – Progress: 100/100{MAX}]
[Rank Advancent Quest has been completed.]
[Rating...]
And then it ca.
[Rank Advancent Quest]
[Type: Special/Ti Limited/Limit Break]
[Status: Completed]
[Rating: Transcendent]
Followed by another long familiar sight.
The summary.
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[Summary]
{Average Rating Quest}
Objective: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead in a week
Reward: 10 Level Up, 10 Attribute Point to all stats, One skill mastery advance ticket
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{Hidden: Excellent Rating Quest}
Objective: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead in a week
Hidden Requirent: Ten Two-Star Rare Rank, Rank 2 Undead
Reward: 10 Level Up, 15 Attribute Point to all stats, Two skill mastery advance tickets
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{Hidden: Exceptional Rating Quest}
Objective: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead in a week
Hidden Requirent: Thirty Three-Star Rare Rank, Rank 2 Undead, Seventy Rank 2 Undead
Reward: 15 Level Up, 30 Attribute Point to all stats, Three skill mastery advance ticket
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{Hidden: Perfect Rating Quest}
Objective: Have more than 50 Rank 2 Undead in a week
Hidden Requirent: Forty Three-Star Rare Rank, Rank 2 Undead, One One-Star Extraordinary Rank, Rank 2 Undead
Reward: 15 Level Up, 30 Attribute Point to all stats, Three skill mastery advance ticket, One random rare grade treasure
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{Hidden: Transcendent Rating Quest}
Objective: Have 100 Rank 2 Undead in a week
Hidden Requirent: Fifty Three-Star Rare Rank, Rank 2 Undead, Five One-Star Extraordinary Rank, Rank 2 Undead
Reward: 15 Level Up, 50 Attribute Point to all stats, Five skill mastery advance ticket, One random Epic grade treasure, A Title
[Do you wish to advance now?]
Michael blinked.
Then blinked again.
"...Transcendent?"
He stared at the glowing panel, mouth slightly ajar. The word didn’t even register at first. He’d been expecting Perfect. After all, it was the highest rating he knew existed.
But this... this was new.
"...You’re kidding ."
[Rating: Transcendent]
His heart thudded like a war drum.
The rewards weren’t just generous. They were absurd.
Ten levels. No—fifteen.
Fifty attribute points across the board.
Five skill mastery tickets.
And an Epic-grade treasure?
Michael ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the system as if it might suddenly take it all back.
"This isn’t just beyond perfect," he murmured. "It’s... legendary."
No—transcendent.
The word echoed in his head.
His undead shuffled lightly behind him, the faint clicking and groaning sounds grounding him in reality. Dozens of creatures—armored, fanged, and silent—stood awaiting his next move. Creatures that he had raised. That he had evolved.
And the system had taken notice.
Michael swallowed hard.
The panel flickered once more.
[Do you wish to advance now?]
[Y/N]
Michael stared.
His hand hovered.
He wanted to press it. Gods, he wanted to press it.
And he did.
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A/N: I had planned a mass release for today, but I noticed a glaring plot hole back in the third Chapter and had to scrap everything. Still, what do you guys think of this Chapter?
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