Started with a 10,000x Multiplier in a Game World

The Iron-tier chest dissolved into a burst of blue light. It left three items sitting on the muddy ground of the alleyway.

Dante crouched down. His eyes scanned the loot.

The first item was a pair of heavy gauntlets. They were forged from the same jagged and dark-gray metal as the fur of the Ironfang Alpha.

[Item Appraised: Ironfang Grips]

[Tier: Silver]

[Stats: +15 Strength, +10 Defense. Passive: Unarmed strikes have a 10% chance to cause Bleed.]

It was a solid piece of gear.

He immediately equipped it. He watched the bulky metal gauntlets seamlessly attach to his forearms.

The second item was a small leather pouch.

Dante opened it and found fifty shiny silver coins. It was a massive influx of cash for a beginner zone.

He tossed the pouch into his inventory without a second thought.

The third item was what caught his attention.

It wasn’t a weapon or a piece of armor.

It was a small and incredibly tarnished silver locket attached to a broken chain.

It looked completely mundane. It looked like something you would find at a cheap pawn shop on Veridia.

Dante picked it up. The metal was cold.

[Item Appraised: Tarnished Locket]

[Tier: Lore Item (Unique)]

[Description: A heavily oxidized locket bearing the crest of the old kingdom. It pulses with a faint and corrupted energy. Return it to someone who remembers the old days.]

"A lore item," Dante muttered. He turned the locket over in his hand.

In the Zenith Protocol, lore items were the keys to the kingdom. They didn’t offer raw stats or damage boosts.

Instead, they unlocked hidden quests, secret dungeons, and unique class advancements that the general player base would never even see.

Finding one this early off a World Boss meant it was tied to something massive.

Someone who remembers the old days.

Dante didn’t hesitate. He knew exactly who to talk to.

He walked out of the alley and navigated his way back to the bustling central square.

The floating crystal monolith was still surrounded by a massive line of players waiting to draw their talents.

Standing next to it and completely ignored by the frantic crowd was the Outpost Elder in his flowing gray robes.

Dante bypassed the queue entirely. He ignored the angry shouts of players telling him to wait his turn.

He walked right up to the platform and held out the tarnished locket.

"I found this in the woods," Dante said simply.

The head of the Outpost Elder snapped toward Dante. The blank and scripted look in the glowing white eyes of the NPC instantly vanished.

For a second, the NPC looked entirely human.

The Elder reached out with a trembling hand and took the locket. He ran his thumb over the oxidized crest.

"The crest of the Silver Vanguard," the Elder whispered. His voice was thick with an emotion that shouldn’t exist in a beginner-zone guide NPC.

"I have not seen this in decades. Where did you uncover this, Outworlder?"

"It dropped from an Ironfang Alpha," Dante replied.

The eyes of the Elder widened. "The Alpha... it has returned. The corruption is spreading faster than the scouts reported."

[Hidden Quest Triggered: The Whispering Chasm (Part 1)]

A massive and golden prompt appeared in the vision of Dante.

[Description: The Outpost Elder recognizes the locket as belonging to a lost scout squad that ventured into a sealed and corrupted zone known as the Whispering Chasm. The corruption is leaking.]

[Objective: Investigate the Whispering Chasm and retrieve the primary report of the lost squad.]

[Recommended Level: 20+]

"You possess a strength unusual for your kind, Outworlder," the Elder said. He looked up from the locket. His glowing eyes bore into Dante.

"If you are to brave the Chasm, you will need more than raw steel. The corruption feeds on the physical. You must cleanse it with the elements."

The Elder reached into the folds of his gray robes and pulled out a small and leather-bound book.

The cover was hot to the touch. It was embossed with the symbol of a roaring flame.

He pressed the book into the hands of Dante.

[Item Received: Skillbook - Ember Strike]

"May the flames guide your path," the Elder said solemnly.

He turned away and returned to his rigid and blank-faced posture to assist the next player in the talent queue. The interaction was over.

Dante walked away from the platform. He stared down at the skillbook.

He tapped the cover. The book dissolved into a stream of red light that flowed directly into his chest.

[Skill Learned: Ember Strike (Novice)]

[Description: Coats your weapon in basic fire magic for a single strike. Deals 150% physical damage + 50 fire damage.]

It was a standard elemental attack. Good for dealing with low-level monsters weak to fire, but otherwise unimpressive.

But Dante didn’t care about the base stats. He cared about the math.

He needed to test it immediately!

He walked past the crowded merchant stalls and headed for the eastern gate of the outpost. It led to the designated training yard.

It was a large and fenced-in dirt lot filled with heavily armored wooden training dummies.

A few dozen players were currently in the yard. They awkwardly swung swords and practiced their newly drawn talents.

Dante found an empty dummy in the far corner. It was away from the immediate cluster of players.

He drew the [Crimson Edge]. The red blade hummed slightly in the air.

He took a deep breath and planted his feet. He activated the skill.

[Skill Executed: Ember Strike.]

The moment the command registered, the 10,000x Multiplier kicked in.

[Talent Activated: 10,000x Multiplier.]

[Registering 10,000 flawless executions.]

The rush of enlightenment was violently different this time.

It wasn’t just physical physics and muscle memory. It was the fundamental understanding of combustion.

Dante felt the exact temperature required to ignite oxygen.

He understood the flow of thermal dynamics. He knew the way heat expands and devours.

His mind was flooded with ten thousand instances of manipulating raw and elemental fire.

[Ember Strike has reached Adept tier.]

[Ember Strike has reached Master tier.]

[Ember Strike has reached Grandmaster tier.]

The [Crimson Edge] in his hand didn’t just catch fire. It erupted!

A blinding and white-hot pillar of flame shot out from the blade. It radiated an intense heat that instantly scorched the grass at the feet of Dante.

[Ember Strike has reached Zenith tier.]

[Skill Evolution Triggered.]

[Ember Strike has evolved into: Wrath of the Firebird.]

Dante swung the blade horizontally at the wooden dummy.

He didn’t make contact. He was standing ten feet away.

The white-hot flames detached from the blade. They expanded outward in a massive and shrieking projection.

The fire took the distinct shape of a colossal and burning phoenix with a wingspan of forty feet!

The heat wave was so intense it warped the air itself and created a localized mirage effect.

The Firebird projection slammed into the training dummy.

There was no explosion. Just instant and absolute vaporization.

The heavy and iron-reinforced wooden dummy didn’t splinter. It just ceased to exist.

It turned into a cloud of fine gray ash that drifted lazily in the wind.

The projection didn’t stop. It shrieked and washed over the heavy wooden wall behind the dummy.

It instantly turned a twenty-foot section of the reinforced defense wall into smoking cinders!

The entire training yard fell dead silent.

Players stopped mid-swing.

A guy who had been practicing casting a tiny candle-sized fireball dropped to his knees. He stared at the massive hole in the defensive wall of the outpost in sheer terror.

Dante lowered the sword.

The blade was smoking, but the high-grade metal of the [Crimson Edge] easily survived the thermal shock.

He checked the new skill description.

[Wrath of the Firebird (Zenith)]

[Description: Unleashes a devastating projection of primordial flame. Deals 1,000% of the Attack Power of the user as Fire Damage in a 50-foot frontal cone. Possesses a 5% chance to trigger ’Ash’, inflicting Instant Death regardless of target HP. Cooldown: 15 seconds.]

Dante stared at the text.

A five percent chance to instantly delete whatever he hit, attached to a massive attack.

"Hey! What the hell did you do?!" a guard NPC yelled. He sprinted across the yard toward the massive hole in the wall.

Dante casually sheathed the [Crimson Edge].

"Just practicing," Dante called out.

He didn’t wait for the guard to reach him. He turned and walked casually toward the main gate.

He had his health pool. He had his massive attack. He had his target.

It was time to find the Whispering Chasm.