Gray Chronicle

On the continent of Veridias, numerous kingdoms stand side by side, and gods coexist. Here, mortals become professionals without divine pronouncements, bloodlines, or the need to kneel and wait before temples. They only need to master three skills, and the world's will will bestow its judgment. A mastery of drawing the bow, aiming, and releasing makes one a sharpshooter; a thorough understanding of blocking, pushing, and ramming makes one a guardian. The boundaries of mastery are undefined, and the path ahead after achieving perfection in these three skills remains shrouded in mystery. Without mentors to guide and enlighten, all the hidden paths to professional advancement are firmly sealed off by guilds, temples, and mercenary groups. Lynn's transmigration brought with him a pale blue crystal slice that could precisely pinpoint the proficiency of each of his abilities to a percentage, and then, when he truly mastered a particular action, it would "translate" it for him, inputting the world's rules. While others toil in vain to understand their own limitations, he saw them clearly; while others spent vast sums on rituals to barely glimpse the hidden characteristics of a profession, he could analyze them at a glance; while countless others spent years risking their lives trying and failing to change professions, he could deduce and compare countless paths, proceeding steadily and surely. From his first wielding of a weapon in the cooper's workshop in Graymist City to compiling the Multiverse Atlas, spanning twelve eras and containing over ten thousand profession paths—he spent three thousand years. When he ascended to the highest point, wielding the ultimate authority to set the rules, he chose to dismantle this authority and distribute it to all who were willing to record. "Record completed: How a civilization learns to understand itself. Next page: Blank. Status: Observation continues."