[Congratulations on Achieving 100% Of Blood Wild Chronicles]

[You have done what 99% of Players could not do]

[Thank You For Playing, Player MobyDick69]

"Yeah, get these suckers!" Leon shouted at his computer screen, leaning back in his expensive gaming chair.

Playing this game for five years straight yielded an adrenaline rush that was impossible to put into proper words.

His eyes darted to the side monitor where his livestream chat was going crazy.

’These bastards thought I was joking,’ he thought, smirking at the rapidly scrolling text.

[YourMom: Holy shit!!!!!]

[ILoveDicks: Yo developers suck his dick]

[Booblord: He actually did it]

[MobyHater: Bro has no life outside this game]

’That’s too much, but I get their excitement,’ he thought, leaning closer to his microphone.

"What’d I tell you mouth-breathers? Unbeatable my ass. I bent that boss over and made it my bitch. Hit that sub button if you wanna worship the dick that rules this game."

For some reason, his audience liked seeing him talk like that.

Gifts started pouring in nonstop.

There is a reason this game was special.

The new VRMMO was advertised as unbeatable.

It featured multiple bosses designed to break players, and if you skipped them, your progression went stale, which made many casuals ragequit.

Well, not him.

Leon was a professional ragebaiter who would do anything for clout. For a nameless streamer trying to make it big, this punishing game was a stairway to heaven, and he had finally climbed it.

This was also an open-world sandbox where you could hunt other players.

Leon thrived in that environment because he was the toxic type.

He was a notorious trash-talker in voice chat, a guild destroyer, a professional griefer, and a shameless try-hard who ruined the experience for anyone trying to roleplay peacefully.

And he didn’t give a fuck about others’ feelings.

Anyway, just when he was about to sign off and go to sleep, something weird happened.

[System Initialising...]

[10%]

[25%]

[75%]

’What the hell?’ Leon thought, blinking his eyes.

This blue screen was not on his computer monitor.

It was floating directly in front of his face in the physical room.

He waved his hand to wipe it away, which caused his livestream chat to mock him relentlessly.

[Booblord: This guy went crazy]

[MobyHater: He is an AI, I told y’all]

[-100%]

[Welcome To BloodWild Chronicles, Player MobyDick69]

The world around him dissolved into a white light. He felt a weird drop in his stomach before his senses slammed back into his body.

’Ah fuck.’

He woke up face down in the dirt.

The smell of trees and fresh blood filled his nose.

Leon groaned and pushed himself up onto his knees, looking down at his hands.

They were huge, calloused, and covered in tribal tattoos. He was wearing ragged leather armor that smelled like shit.

’This cannot be real,’ he thought, looking around the forest.

’Was this the so-called transmigration?’

He recognized the starting zone immediately.

This was the No-Life Woods.

He spent three months farming this spawn point for rare drops during his early playthroughs.

The realization hit him quickly.

’Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit.’

Please be a knight, a mage, or a swordsman.

But Leon knew no swordsman had any tattoos in this game.

Only one of the races was half naked, bulked up, and had weird drawings on their body.

Barbarians were the weakest faction in the entire lore of BloodWild Chronicles, and they were canonically wiped out in the first expansion to set up the main villain’s threat level.

"Fuck this," Leon muttered, his deep voice rumbling in his new chest.

"I am not dying as a tutorial mob."

He retained full meta-knowledge of the game world. He knew every single future event, hidden quest, and boss weakness.

Most importantly, he knew the conquest mechanics and the hidden system reward paths that normal players could only dream of unlocking.

There were no rules, and everyone else was just an NPC waiting to be exploited.

’Open Status,’ he commanded in his mind.

A transparent blue window flared to life in the forest air.

’It worked?’

[Name: Kane]

[Title: Rage Sovereign, Barbarian Warlord, First Conqueror, Defiler of Thrones]

[Race: Human (Barbarian Bloodline Awakened)]

[Class: Rage Sovereign (Legendary)]

[Subclass: Harem Conqueror]

[Level: 21]

[HP: 4850 / 4850]

[Rage: 0 / 1000]

[Stamina: 3920 / 3920]

[Mana: 680 / 680]

[Basic Stats]

[Strength: 142 (+68 from items/titles)]

[Vitality: 118]

[Agility: 67]

[Dexterity: 54]

[Intelligence: 41]

[Wisdom: 38]

[Charisma: 94]

Leon stared at the numbers, and a slow grin spread across his face.

’Wait a minute,’ he thought, tracing the floating text with a large finger.

’These are not the stats of a random outcast. The system merged my final endgame titles and subclasses with this level twenty-eight body.’

"FUCK YES!"

He had the Charisma stat of a noble diplomat and the Strength of an endgame boss, all packed into the physical frame of a starting zone barbarian.

The Harem Conqueror subclass alone meant he had passive charm buffs that would break the AI of any female character in a ten-mile radius, allowing him to manipulate the narrative however he saw fit.

A sound came from the bushes to his left. Leon turned his head, his high Agility making the movement lightning fast.

A group of three low-level goblin scouts stepped out of the foliage. They held rusted daggers and sneered at him, clearly expecting an easy kill against a lone barbarian.

"You lost, meatbag? We carve you good, kekeke," the lead goblin snickered, stepping forward.

Leon now Kane cracked his knuckles.

"I was just thinking I needed some target practice to test these stats," Leon smiled, his blood already heating up with the familiar thrill of the game.

"You guys are just in time."

"Kill him and take his loot," the second goblin ordered, charging forward with his blade raised high.

"His flesh belongs to the chieftain!"

Leon did not even bother drawing a weapon or shifting into a defensive stance.

He just stepped inside the goblin’s guard and backhanded the creature across the jaw.

Bam.

The goblin spun through the air and crashed into a large tree. A red damage number popped over its head, and its health bar dropped to zero in a single hit.

’I’m OP as fuck.’

The body dissolved into digital ash a second later, leaving behind a small pouch of copper coins.

The other two goblins stopped in their tracks.

Their arrogant sneers vanished, replaced by genuine terror as they stared at the floating ash.

"What are you?" the leader gasped, taking a slow step backward and lowering his rusted dagger.

He grabbed its throat, lifting it, kicking. Squeezed till eyes bulged, then slammed it skull-first into a tree trunk.

’You see, this is usually the part where the low-level protagonist struggles and learns a valuable lesson about hardship and survival. But I already beat this game, and I have zero patience for tutorial fights.’

The leader tried to run, but Leon closed the distance in a blink.

"Please! Mercy, big lord!" it whimpered, shitting itself.

"Mercy?" Kane wrenched its head back by the ear.

"I don’t do mercy. Tell me where your main base is."

"I will never tell you," the goblin spat, kicking its short legs in the air.

"Suit yourself."

Snap.

"I already memorized the map anyway. I just wanted to see if the dialogue tree changed."

He finished off the remaining scouts in a matter of seconds.

[You’ve acquired 100 Gold Coins!]

[You’ve acquired 100 Gold Coins!]

[You’ve acquired 100 Gold Coins!]

[You’ve acquired 100 Gold Coins!]

[Gold Coins can be used to upgrade your stats, purchase abilities, or weapons]

’Sweet.’

The combat felt very smooth and responsive, far better than the VR headset ever provided.

He wiped a smudge of goblin blood off his cheek and looked around the clearing.

’The Elven Kingdom is about a three-day walk north of here,’ he thought, mentally plotting his optimal route.

’They have the highest concentration of rare magic items, and the Elven Princess is the key to unlocking the regional conquest rewards.’

Back in the real world, unlocking her romance path required a convoluted series of fetch quests and dialogue choices that took weeks of grinding.

’With this Charisma stat and the Harem Conqueror subclass, I can skip the entire courtship phase,’ he thought, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction.

’I can just walk right into her royal court, trigger the hidden affection flags, and have the entire elven military eating out of the palm of my hand by next Tuesday.’

And I will eat her out, too, like who cares.

Being a barbarian, his cock was itching to fuck someone right now.