Poverty makes me capable of anything.

of course not.

Reaching the maximum level is just the beginning; this is no exaggeration.

The new version features several times more small-scale faction wars than the previous version, and this "Age of Freedom" provides players with a huge advantage in grinding reputation.

The update announcement states that—

When one's reputation accumulates to a certain level, there is a possibility of being promoted by the faction one belongs to.

The newly released dungeon pushes the story of the Pirate Princess forward quite a bit, followed by a dungeon that fills in the gaps in the Omnic Horde storyline—

[Mysterious Origins]

This is a dungeon divided into three phases.

Only by achieving an S-rank rating in the first stage can you unlock the next stage.

This instance transports players back over 900 years, which, if Anran remembers correctly, is the time when Tan, the founder of the Mechanic Church, went to the Mechanic Tribe for exchanges.

We'll have to wait until the official release to find out the specifics of the dungeon's content.

As more ancient gods awaken, the likelihood of players unlocking new classes increases significantly.

Each ancient god corresponds to an ancient god ruin, which is of no use to Anran, but is a treasure to players.

Once you reach the maximum level, even if you do nothing, just traveling is enough to pass the time in the game.

[Freedom] [Building on the Past and Ushering in the Future] [New Era] [Setting Sail] [Professional League]

These are the keywords that appeared in version 2.3.

What players really regret is probably the lack of new races.

This is understandable, as other races don't have an easy time in this human-dominated civilized world.

"Once the map of the neighboring star system is released, the game environment will undergo a dramatic change."

On January 1, 8108, Anran had been in the game world for six years. It was still 1 a.m. when the players returned on time.

Many factions had already been preparing for battle, and began integrating their forces and starting combat as soon as players returned.

An Ran wasn't idle either; she had been waiting for this day to arrive.

"The main battlefield will still be handled by the reorganized Royal Guard, while I will lead the Chrono Fleet to contain them from the flanks."

"May you achieve a resounding victory and return in triumph!"

Orina clasped her hands together, looking expectantly into Anran's eyes.

Although her blood-red pupils, after activating True Sight, exuded an unyielding and domineering aura, she still preferred the tranquility of her blue eyes.

An Ran turned to leave when Olena suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

She said shyly, "Don't you expect anything in return from me?"

To be honest, at first she was just simply dependent on An Ran and didn't think about any deeper feelings.

Because An Ran is strong enough, she can do things that the Imperials cannot.

Anran could make her the empress of the empire, suppress dissenting voices, and drive away the monsters that plagued the empire.

But as time went by, Orina heard more and more people around her whispering that there was an ambiguous relationship between her and Anran, and as they talked, her feelings really changed.

She is not prejudiced against the same sex.

Moreover, if she and An Ran really do get together as the outside world says, it would be the best choice, both in the short term and in the long run.

There was some consideration for personal gain, a dozen or so parts of guilt from the bottom of my heart, and over seventy parts of the emotion that had been accumulated through one “imperial joke” after another that “helped improve the country’s governance” and through stepping forward at critical moments time and time again.

This could have been a pure friendship, but it changed because of all the gossip.

Princess, Empress.

In any case, it's an incredibly exciting way to play.

If I were to reply now with "That's you," it would probably trigger a prohibited scene that gets reported.

An Ran turned around and said, "I've already received the reward I wanted, so you don't need to feel any burden."

Look bravely forward; the future is still long.

No one knows what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps one day Anran will decide to settle down and will take root in the Empire.

But not now, at least not.

Ella can never be truly safe unless the Omnic Tribe's delusions are exposed.

"Wait for me to come back. What you need to do now is to be the best version of yourself."

Orina watched An Ran walk away into the distance.

She felt that something was drifting away, but it wasn't completely gone; there was just a distance in between that couldn't be covered in just a few steps.

How can I become stronger?

"If you can pass the Holy Land Trial, you will have a chance to gain power. However, given your current status, entering the trial rashly is tantamount to playing with the entire country."

"I understand."

I was not in control of my own life, and I had no choice but to comply.

……

Anran will never forget those early days in the game.

And what I can't let go of during this time is the story with Ella.

"So, wherever you go, Ella, I will follow. Whoever tries to take you away, I will stop her. I can give up the entire transdimensional world, but I will never give up on you, Ella."

On the way to the Nagorya border region.

On the horizontal bar of the spaceship's outer deck, An Ran's baseball cap was hanging nearby.

Her legs were dangling outside, while Ella sat in Anran's lap, letting Anran hold her with both hands.

This temperature is what we usually call warm.

It felt like the whole world was moving backward, but they were still moving forward together.

An Ran's gaze grew even more resolute.

If her previous goal was to change her predetermined fate, now that the gears of fate have started turning again, what she needs to do now is find a way to stay together with Ella.

You must take good care of yourself.

In early November.

Friction between the Omnic Horde and the Covenant escalated into war.

The Republic was attacked by several ancient gods and had no choice but to seek help from the Star Circle to fight the enemy. The reason why the Empire was not invited was because the Empire had now broken ties with the Star Alliance. If the Empire's army did not pass through the Star Alliance's territory, it would take more than half a year to get there.

A distant solution cannot quench an immediate fire; we can only wait until the Empire recovers its lost territories and reconnects with the star system.

Afterwards, they arrived safely and smoothly in the Nagorno-Karabakh border region.

The minor skirmishes here were easily quelled by the intervention of the Time-Space Fleet. After gaining some experience, the players returned to Baplo, a planet they hadn't visited for half a year.

The framework of the ring world outside Bapulo has been completed. From a distance, it looks like Bapulo suddenly has an extra cold blue star ring, while the countless bases built on the surface give the earthy yellow Bapulo a touch of technological creation.

“The transformation plan can’t stop,” Anran said to Juliana. “By the way, I met your aunt, her name is Dolores, she should be your aunt, right?”

"what?"

Juliana was stunned for a moment. It took her a while to come back to her senses.

"It's definitely my aunt."

"She asked me to give her my regards to you."

Juliana calmly replied, "Thank you."

His face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

Indeed, there is no trace of resentment. As for any closeness, it has probably faded with time.

"Ah."

An Ran nodded, then there was nothing more to mention.

Everyone has the right to make their own choices.

“I’m back this time to target Operation Night Owl,” An Ran explained her intentions.

Juliana naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

Then she brought En along: "He said he wanted to learn from the time traveler."

"My Lord, please give me this opportunity."

En bowed deeply and sincerely.

"The Crystal Civilization will fully support the reconstruction of the Empire. We see something different in Her Majesty the Empress."

"emmm..."

After a moment's thought, An Ran nodded: "Then you can come along."

Ibn had been complaining about working every day without getting a day off, so Anran just dumped En on Ibn as well.

Want to take a vacation?

An Ran said in a seductive tone.

Ibn nodded rapidly.

"Yes, of course I want to."

“That makes things easier. Teach him how to do the work, and you can take ten days off. From then on, he will be your assistant.”

Ibn was overjoyed.

He once suspected that An Ran had been possessed, otherwise how could this unscrupulous capitalist offer such generous terms?

En showed no dissatisfaction at being assigned to work under Ibn.

Then An Ran went to Dolphin Star again and handed over the captured ancient god to Erin, the "Miss" in charge of the Dolphin Research Institute.

"This is an ancient god!?"