The ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE SYSTEM
Chapter 47: THE GAME BEGIN

Chapter 47: THE GAME BEGIN

I sat on the balcony of my mansion, the city lights flickering beneath the dark night sky. The cool breeze whispered of change—of the chaos to come.

Behind me, Hui stood silently, arms crossed, her gaze as cold and watchful as ever.

Inside the villa, Meiyun and Ruxue were still trying to digest everything I’d told them.

Well—almost everything.

I didn’t mention the system. Or the fact that I was a regressor.

Some truths were better left buried. For now.

What mattered was action.

The world thought the Trials were over. That peace had returned.

They were dead wrong.

The Trials were merely the opening act. A prelude.

What’s coming next would shatter the very foundation of this world.

I had lived through it once already. I’d seen the skies split open, watched as Earth was forcefully merged with two entirely different planets—one a realm of demonic corruption, and the other a spiritual beast world of raw power and ancient hierarchies.

Back then, no one was prepared. Not a single soul.

Governments fell. Order crumbled. Humanity, the weakest of the three races, was pushed to the brink of extinction.

Monsters were no longer just fantasy—they became reality.

This time, I won’t let history repeat itself.

I stood and opened my system panel.

[Ultimate Experience System]

Active

Class: Lawrenderer

Subclass: Trait Holder (Ultra-Rare)

Challenges Cleared: 10

Title: Trial Conqueror (Temporary)

I smirked.

Lawrenderer. A class that could manipulate rules themselves.

And the Trait Holder subclass... that was the true wildcard.

Its potential was still untapped. Traits could define destiny. And I could collect, modify, and wield them freely.

But before I began changing the world...

Step one: Capital.

Influence.

A foothold.

It didn’t matter how powerful I was—without wealth, infrastructure, and networks, I’d be nothing more than a lone powerhouse in a world ruled by factions and empires.

Money could buy awakened gear before it reached black markets.

Money could secure land—dungeon zones, ley lines, spiritual convergence points.

Money could create private forces, train elites, and build alliances while the world still thought everything was fine.

I pulled out my tablet and began listing names. Companies that were nobodies now but would become titans of industry after the fusion. Biotech firms that would discover mana compatibility. Weapon R&D labs that would develop soulbound arms. Investment firms that would fund the first awakened mercenary corps.

I knew all their names.

I knew their rise, their fall, their betrayals and their breakthroughs.

And this time—I would be the one standing on top.

But before I could finish typing, Hui stepped beside me, arms still folded.

"You look like a villain," she said flatly.

I glanced at her. "Not a villain. Just... prepared."

Her eyes narrowed. "And those two inside? What will you do if they become burdens?"

"I’ll protect them," I said without hesitation. "No matter what."

She studied me for a long second, then looked away. "You’d better. Because if you ever fall again, I’ll tear this world apart."

...That sounded a little too serious.

Yandere flag? Probably.

Still, I couldn’t afford distractions now.

In less than a month, the skies would turn red.

The first signs of planetary fusion would begin. Spatial rifts. Inexplicable phenomena. Wild mana fluctuations. Everyone would think it was just a side effect of the Trials.

But I knew better.

And when the merge completed...

Three worlds would become one.

Humans would be pushed to the bottom of the food chain.

Peace would vanish.

But this time...

I’ll be ready.

As I stood on the balcony, deep in thought about the coming catastrophe, the world outside was already beginning to unravel.

The aftermath of the Trials had shaken the entire planet.

Those who awakened powers—some inspired, others corrupted—began abusing their strength. Cities descended into chaos. Law and order collapsed in several regions.

Even the area around my mansion wasn’t spared. Looting. Fires. Screams.

But I was calm.

I raised my hand and invoked my authority.

With my Lawrenderer class, casting a high-grade defensive barrier around the entire mansion was as simple as breathing. The moment I willed it, an invisible dome of order formed—locking out violence, mana fluctuations, and even surveillance.

This class... it was absurdly powerful.

I could bend reality within my domain. Enforce rules. Break them. Rewrite them.

But I knew this peace was temporary.

Soon... they would show up.

The so-called "5S"—a group of five humans who would rise as the first major resistance to the emerging chaos. They would fight crime, help civilians, and act as unofficial guardians of humanity.

And because of that, they would gain fame.

Influence.

Eventually, the fractured governments would be forced to acknowledge them. They would become humanity’s public pillars. Heroes in the eyes of the masses. Tools in the hands of those with deeper agendas.

But I knew the truth. I had lived it.

They weren’t bad people... but they weren’t ready for what was coming either.

Still, their rise was inevitable—and I could use that.

With the knowledge I held, earning wealth wouldn’t be difficult this time. I knew which stocks to buy, which patents to steal—whose loyalty to buy before the world even realized its value.

And so, step by step, I would build a private empire—one capable of surviving the collapse.

I closed the tablet and stood.

It was time to act.

I sent a message through the system-linked communication node.

"Meiyun. Come to my room. We need to talk."

Meiyun arrived at my room promptly. I gestured for her to sit, the weight of what I was about to say settling heavily between us.

"Listen carefully," I began. "We need to establish an organization—call it the Challenger Association."

She blinked, intrigued but attentive.

"This association will be a haven for all challengers. A place where they register, receive ranks, and build their reputations. It has to grow fast, and it has to become the strongest network before anyone else even thinks about it."

I locked eyes with her. "This isn’t just about power. It’s about survival. If we control the challengers, we control the future."

Meiyun nodded firmly, a spark of determination lighting her eyes. "Understood. I’ll get started immediately."

Without hesitation, she rose and left the room, already moving to turn the plan into reality.

Chen Family Mansion – Hidden Council Hall

Within the heart of the Chen Family estate, deep beneath layers of reinforced stone and ancient formations, a quiet tension filled the chamber. Several elders stood around a long obsidian table, the flickering light of jade lanterns casting shadows across their weathered faces.

One of the younger core members spoke up, hesitantly, "Elder... the ancestor’s records spoke of a calamity that returns every thousand years. But the Trials came early. Were they... wrong?"

The room fell silent.

Then came a sharp bark from the First Elder. "Shut your mouth, brat."

The youth flinched, lowering his gaze.

"There is no such thing as absolute prophecy. Each generation faces its own catastrophe, shaped by its own hubris. Our Chen Family stood at the pinnacle of the world a thousand years ago... and yet today, we are merely one of the Great Families of China."

He paused, voice heavy with both pride and frustration.

"But that doesn’t mean our legacy ends here."

Another elder nodded. "Indeed. Young Master Gin has cleared four Challenges already. The power he wields is far beyond what we expected. He could become the cornerstone of our rise."

The First Elder’s eyes narrowed. "And what of the other one? The outcast... Chen Yu?"

There was a moment of hesitation before a reply came.

"We... we’re still investigating. He vanished during the Trials, but sources say he returned just recently."

"He was the dragon," the First Elder muttered, more to himself than the others. "That boy... our ancestors weren’t speaking of Gin. They were speaking of Chen Yu. The one born in silence, forgotten by his own bloodline."

He slammed his hand on the table.

"No matter what it takes, bring him back to us. We can’t afford to let a dragon fly free."

UNKNOWN LOCATION

Somewhere beyond realms, untouched by time.

Two elderly figures sat across from each other, an ancient chessboard resting between them. The pieces were unfamiliar—carved from bones of beasts and stones that shimmered with starlight. Every move seemed to ripple through the very fabric of space.

A gust of silence passed, broken only by the faint clink of a chess piece being moved.

One of them, cloaked in twilight threads, finally spoke.

"So... what do you think will happen this time, in that lower realm?"

The other, eyes deep as galaxies, paused for a moment. His hand hovered over the board before placing a piece down with an almost inaudible click.

"I don’t know," he said calmly. "Perhaps... after a thousand years, someone will finally grasp true power. Someone will break the cycle... and ascend."

The first man chuckled softly. "Ascend, huh? Do you think it’ll be a hero—the so-called savior of calamity? Or a villain... someone who dominates the heavens and earth beneath him?"

"Hard to say," the second man replied, leaning back slightly. "Heroes and villains... those are mortal labels. Up here, we only see moves and outcomes."

Silence fell again.

Then, with a faint gleam in his eyes, he added,

"But I do have my eyes on someone already."

The board glowed for a moment, one black piece subtly pulsing with light.

"The game has only just begun."