On a desolate wasteland, a youth ran alone. *How long have I been walking without seeing a single soul?* he grumbled inwardly. *Is this world empty except for me? What’s the point of having insane power if there’s no one to show off to?*

His name was Qin Jun. One moment he’d been gaming; the next, he’d dropped dead and woken up here. Upon arrival, he’d discovered level indicators glowing on his body—999—and two floating panels: one for attributes, another for skills. Every stat maxed out. Every skill point at MAX.

He’d nearly shattered boulders just by brushing them lightly. Terrified, he’d stopped touching anything. Then he’d tested magic. A single fireball spell? Obliterated an entire mountainside. *Holy crap, I’m actually OP as hell!* he realized. *With this power, I can do whatever I want!* His imagination ran wild: beautiful women would be *so* within easy reach. *Heh. Time to become this world’s big bad. All the pretty girls will be mine.*

Memories of his past life surfaced—he’d been neither saint nor sinner, just a nobody scraping by on a meager salary. Orphaned young, average in strength and smarts, he’d drowned his boredom in games… until his heart gave out. *Life’s so damn short.* Nothing tied him to that world now. Well… except maybe *her*. The girl he’d thought would be his wife. She’d left with another man. Just a ghost now.

*But here?* He could finally live without limits.

The power was too overwhelming, though. So he’d forged a seal ring using his maxed Smithing skill. Even top-tier enchantments could only suppress him to Level 99. *Good enough. Way easier to control.* He tested a fireball again—now it merely cratered the earth. Still devastating, but manageable. Next, he crafted clothes: a simple shirt and shorts that were secretly max-tier enchanted armor. Satisfied, he checked his gear. *Time to find civilization.*

He tried to teleport. No such spell. The panel flickered: *"Spatial Leap requires Divine Ascension."*

*Divine? So gods exist here? Guess I can’t go full tyrant yet. Better scout first.*

Flight magic? Also locked. *"Basic movement spells must be learned externally. This panel provides only high-tier combat magic."*

*Fine. Running it is.* With his agility, he’d reach people soon.

Hours passed. No villages. No monsters. Just endless desert. Boredom gnawed at him. *Is this world… empty? Am I the only living thing here?*

(Qin Jun didn’t know he’d sprinted deeper into the Great Wasteland. Monstrous Beasts lurked nearby—but his unshielded aura, radiating Level 99 power, kept them trembling in their burrows. Without detection skills, he remained oblivious.)

Then—a miracle. A girl riding a camel, leisurely crossing the dunes.

Qin Jun sprinted toward her, shouting, "Hey! Stop right there!"

*Sounded like a bandit,* he realized too late. The girl didn’t think twice.

Her lips curled into a cold smirk. *Dark Sanctum scum? Not even hiding your aura?* She chanted swiftly, ending with: "**Inferno Cyclone!**"

Five hundred meters away, Qin Jun felt the air sear. He looked up. A second sun blazed in the sky—plummeting straight at him.

*What the—?!* Panic shot through him. *That psycho just nuked me for no reason! If I weren’t OP, I’d be ash!*

He scrolled frantically through water spells. *Tidal Wave? Too destructive. Flood? Might drown the whole desert…* He settled on the safest option: "**Hormone Water Gun!**"

A magic circle flared beside him. A colossal jet of water erupted, colliding with the fireball. Steam hissed into the sky. *Not bad. At full power, this spell might’ve caused a flood…*

Echilia’s eyes widened. *How did he cancel my Level 86 spell so easily? Dark Sanctum never had anyone this strong!* Her mission flashed in her mind—the letter for her master. *I have to escape!*

Qin Jun landed, furious. *Time to teach this brat a lesson.* Before she could finish her next chant, he blurred forward. "**Restraint!**"

Her magic choked off mid-syllable. The spell bound both body and mana.

"You Dark Sanctum dog!" she spat, eyes burning with hatred. "The Light will purge you!"

Qin Jun loomed over her. "You attacked me over *that*?"

"Hmph! You’re here for the letter. I’d rather die than hand it over!"

He chuckled. "Wrong. I don’t care about your letter. I just wanted to teach you not to shoot first and ask questions later."

"Go ahead and torture me," she hissed. "I’ll never talk."

He leaned close, whispering in her ear: "Torture? No. You’re too pretty for that. Be my woman. You know… what men and women *do*."

Her body stiffened. She’d rescued girls from monsters like him. Now she was one of them. Tears welled in her fifteen-year-old eyes. "If you touch me… I’ll haunt you as a ghost!"

*Shit. Went too far.* He hated making girls cry. Stepping back, he waved dismissively. "Relax. Joking. I’m not from the Dark Sanctum—I just wanted to talk! You attacked *me* first. Consider this a warning: next time, pick your fights wisely."

He copied her magic memories via his panel—basic spells instantly maxed out. Now he sensed danger: Monstrous Beasts burrowing beneath the sand. Level 60s. *So that’s where they were.*

"**Earth Spikes.**"

Giant lizard-like beasts impaled mid-emergence, roasting under the sun like skewered meat.

Echilia stared, stunned. *I’d need a high-tier spell to handle them… He did it with a flick.*

Qin Jun dusted off his hands, then paused. "How did you know I was strong?"

"Your aura," she muttered. "You didn’t hide it."

"Strongest person you’ve met?"

"You said you’d free me after one answer!"

He released the spell. Her strength flooded back—but so did despair. *He’s untouchable.*

"My master. Level 109. A legend."

"So you’re strong too?"

Her glare could’ve melted steel. *Mocking me after what you did?* "Compared to you? No."

Qin Jun adjusted his aura to Level 20. *Time for some undercover fun.* He grinned. "Well then—back to your moms, kiddo. One last gift."

Before she could react, he kissed her. Then, with maxed Flight Magic, he shot into the sky and vanished.

The little girl gaped in shock, seething with rage. She wanted to chase after him but couldn't catch up. Standing there, she made a vow: "Someday, I, Echilia, will pin you down and give you a thorough thrashing to avenge today's humiliation."