Ashe hid in a corner of the cafeteria. Watching the confident white-haired hunter in the crowd, his mind filled with unease. "Three-Winged Sacred Realm Swordmaster, Bloodrage Hunter Gerard…"

He was no longer the clueless newcomer who had just crossed into this world. He understood exactly what that name represented. This was the man who had given him a hellish welcome on his first day here, and one of the most influential figures in the city.

One-Winged Silver, Two-Winged Gold, Three-Winged Sacred Realm, and Four-Winged Legend.

At least within the circles Ashe could currently reach, Legendary sorcerers represented the absolute limit of individual combat power. They stood at the apex of every faction he knew, so far removed that Ashe could neither reach nor challenge them. Below them, Three-Winged Sacred Realm sorcerers formed the backbone of the system. When Four-Winged Legends buried themselves in research, technique refinement, or exploration of the Virtual World, it was up to the Three-Winged Sacred Realm to handle critical affairs, wield real secular authority, and represent the highest standard of frontline combat...