With my ability to manipulate probabilities, getting money was unexpectedly easy. I reached an area where all monsters had a small chance of leaving a gold ingot behind when they died. Naturally, I found a gold ingot in every enemy I killed. The ingot could be sold for ten gold coins, so in just half an hour I was able to earn almost a thousand gold coins. In comparison to killing players, it was much more profitable.

I decided to use a teleport to get back to the city. There was a real chance that groups of elite opponents were waiting for me there, and if I died, I could lose a lot of money and make my enemies happy. After that, the whole server would definitely hunt me down.

In town, I sold ingots to NPCs, got my rightful gold, and went on mini-quests to create equipment. There was nothing complicated about it. I just had to run back and forth through the city and bring in the right amount of resources and money. After another hour, I dressed up in golden outfits. The issue with weapons remained unresolved, but I decided to leave it for later.

I was definitely stronger than the level 10 players at this time, so it made sense to take the level up exam. After paying the fee, I entered the arena. To my surprise, I was facing the same opponent I had beaten in the last exam. Even his health, damage, and skills were the same. But as soon as the fight started, I realized that this time there would be no relaxation. Also, it became clear that all of the previous exams had been just fun.

I was being confronted by a stone troll who only had a million health points. But this time he didn't just go back and forth, swinging his club from time to time. No, the troll had turned into a real death machine, actively attacking me, dodging, and using its skills at the most appropriate moments. This time my opponent resembled not a dumb bot, but a professional player who was very familiar with his character, and who did not hesitate to anticipate my movements and the skills I was using.

Although I won this battle fairly quickly, it was not an easy victory. In fact, I won because my opponent had too little health. For me, a million was nothing. Fox could do that much damage in three seconds. But it required me not three seconds, but all thirty, because the troll was actively dodging and healing himself.

When I got level 11, I immediately began to take the exam for level 12. Here my opponent had eight million health points, and I had to work hard to cut him down. It''s a good thing that I was opposed by a giant mantis that specialized in dealing physical damage and couldn't heal itself.

I was already shuddering in my gut when I took the level 13 exam. I had seen level 13 players, and I didn't know how they could pass the exam if even I had problems with it. However, after trying to figure it out with psionics, I found out what kind of a trick the players were doing here. As a rule, there were only a few sets of elite equipment in the guild. Those who wished to take the level 13 exam simply 'rented' them.

Of course, it didn't allow them to use other people's talismans, but the guilds' equipment was much cooler than the one I had now. Plus, the strongest buffs and expensive elixirs were given to the player before he would take the exam. All of this was enough to pass the exam, where you had to take it in turns to fight ten opponents. My kind of exam of fighting 'fat' bosses was considered as the most difficult. Well, we're not looking for the easy way out.

The battle for level 13 lasted only ten minutes, but wore me out like I had been fighting to the last drop of blood for at least three days. My opponent was simply too strong. His one hit did a million damage, plus he was constantly trying to stun me, poison me, burn me, or just drown me in lava. The last item on the list was due to the fact that this arena was right inside an erupting volcano.

After a little rest, I paid to take the level 14 exam. But here I was completely devastated. I managed to survive for only 20 seconds before my pet and I were smeared all over the arena as bloody mincemeat. Changing the type of exam to a sequential fight against multiple opponents, I only achieved that I died after a minute.

Well, it clearly requires more than just good talismans and a cool pet. So I decided to temporarily hold off on leveling up and collect more dungeon records first. If I accumulate enough bonuses, it might strengthen me considerably. After all, there was an increase in attack, health bonuses, and trivial damage absorption, armor, and damage resistance. Anyway, I should have started collecting bonuses so that I could use them to reach the next point of my ingenious, but somewhat naïve plan for world enslavement.

I decided to start setting records at Crab Island. It was a noobie zone, and the dungeons there were fairly easy. With my current abilities, clearing the entire island wouldn't be a problem. Of course, the same was true for the other level 13 players. Only, I had an important advantage over them. Once a player left Crab Island, he could not simply go back. To do this, he had to fulfill a special quest, plus pay fifty gold. In other words, it was unlikely that guilds would send a full raid to set records there. It was too expensive, while the bonuses for completing these dungeons weren't so great themselves.

I had the class cheat of all Air Adepts-I could teleport to the terrain scanners I'd set up. I couldn't teleport into personal dungeons or elemental worlds, but in the main world there were no barriers. After setting up a few scanners around the capital on the continent, I headed to Star Forest on Crab Island.

Here I went to the teleporter and teleported to Crab City, and from there I went to clear all the dungeons, starting with the lowest levels. After the relatively deserted streets of the Imperial Capital, the crowds in Crab City were impressive. While the continent was struggling for territory and access to dungeons, here everyone was boiling under the same lid, and most of the animosity between the guilds manifested itself only in the form of hostile glances.

With my Deadly Chaos Scolopendra, I shocked the entire population of the city. Imagine the streets so crowded that it's hard to just walk through the crowd. And then, a long-armored body, forty meters long, bursts into a narrow street and scatters people in different directions, turning the crowd into liquid, which tries to splash into the neighboring streets through the roofs of houses. And on top of this horrible monster sits a figure surrounded by the Aura of a Massacre God.

Anyway, after a bit of public outrage, I headed for the nearest dungeon. It was very easy to clear. In fact, all I had to do was ride with the speed of a racing car up to the main boss, planting bushes that attacked the enemies on their own. The boss died from a single sneeze of my pet, after which I got a record that exceeded the previous one by as much as... three seconds. Well... well... A record is a record.

After the first dungeon, there was a second, a third, a tenth, and a hundredth. I spent two days running all over the island, setting one record after another. At the same time, in eight dungeons, I never managed to surpass the existing record. After all, I was alone, and I didn't have the massive spells that could kill hundreds of enemies per second. But I was able to set records in six dungeons where no one had ever been before me. These were hidden dungeons that required a whole chain of quests to get into. At the same time, the NPCs didn't tell me about the continuation of their quests, so no one could think of doing them.

By the end of the second day, the people' envy rating for me had skyrocketed to unimaginable heights. Usually, the records were more or less evenly distributed among the strongest guilds. But here I had it all for myself. What's more, I wasn't a member of any guild, so no one could pressure me to stop collecting records with threats. And in order to put pressure on me personally, first they' d have to find me and catch up me.

After returning to the continent, I continued my tour of the dungeons. But here the results were not so rosy. There were plenty of strong level 13 players who didn't shy from setting records in simple dungeons. On average, I managed to set a record in one dungeon out of five. Some of these dungeons were the 'property' of some guilds, and I had to clear a crowd of 'guards' before I got to the entrance. And once I had completed a dungeon, I often used the Teleport, because at the exit the crowd waits for me, hungry for my blood.

The more time passed, the more I was hated by the top guilds. But among the 'common people' my 'heroic activities', on the contrary, grew in fame. They considered me a fighter for the rights of the oppressed, although, in general, I was even more oppressive than the most tyrannical guilds. However, fighting with other players was not really interesting to me. Either they were too weak so that I could take out a hundred or two crabs by myself, or they were too strong and would attack me in a ‘hundred to one’ mode. So, I had to run and hide.

Nobody ever came up to me and asked me to fight one-on-one. That wasn't because there weren't that many strong players. There were. But they considered themselves 'elite' and could not agree to have a fair fight with me. After all, they were important and revered guild leaders, and I was just a vagrant. If they lost, it would mean the collapse of their reputation and prestige. Whereas I, from their point of view, was not risking anything at all.