Note: You could consider this chapter as filler, read for supplementary information.
Puff.
Ray took a puff of his cigarette and looked out of his window with a slight smile on his face. This was happening every day since he came on the news, at every single point in time there was always someone staring up, trying to see whether the legend; Magic Lord was outside.
Lucky and patient people got a glimpse of his face while others at least saw where he lived.
'Hehe, those bastards from the USSO tried to get me to move into some fancy-schmancy house, but I like to stick to my roots. Hehe, I'm so humble even though I'm so strong.'
...
A few days ago (What really happened).
"Mister Ray, how are you doing?" A voice spoke out through the phone that rung just a few seconds ago.
"Ah, Deputy head, from your voice I take It you're doing well?"
"Haha, all is well."
After a few more minutes of pretentious greetings, the deputy head went straight to the point.
"You want me to live in one of the government assigned mansions?"
"Yes."
"Hmm."
Ray thought for a few minutes and came to a decision.
"I'm sorry but I must decline your request."
The deputy head didn't try pushing the issue and just rode the flow.
"I figured you'd want some privacy, thanks for considering it anyway." His voice didn't sound disheartened at all, in fact, it was almost like he'd experienced this several times already.
"I truly am sorry. It's not only for privacy reasons though. Through my extensive research, I've found that various types of dangerous monsters are mostly found in dirty environments like the one I am living in. So I've decided to take responsibility for the surrounding areas and make sure it's always safe!"
Even Ray couldn't help but admire his bullshitting ability. This was true power, the ability to make the truth exaggerated!
"Ah, you are very courageous and brave Mr Ray, I look forward to seeing more of your feats, good luck!" (This is what Ray heard)
"Oh... I guess I can't argue with that." (What really happened)
. . .
'Hehe, who wouldn't want to see me be more awesome than I already am. Even those freaking internet haters couldn't keep up, humph, how could they? If anything, I value not my magic skills but the sect I made on the internet even before I gained the system!'
What our somehow idiot main character is referring to is the sect in his name that is headed by the world's best flamers all from different countries, he calls this the 'Flame God EXP Sect'.
'With the Flame God EXP Sect, which little flamer thinks they can stop me?!'
Ray cackled to himself and pulled out another cigarette.
"I wonder how those people are doing, the ones that asked for my signature."
. . .
The moment he left the station, various questions, loud yells and requests for autographs bombarded him.
'Damn. I'm handsome and all, but this is too much!'
[Don't flatter yourself.]
"I'm sorry, maybe another day."
"Please excuse me, I'm a bit tired."
Ray dodged most of this with shoddy excuses, but he couldn't completely leave the crowd.
'Sigh, there are too many people around me. I can't use the Machine Lord Transformation here. Dammit, I guess I'll be walking home today then.'
Ray groaned inwardly and used his drones to protect and cover his body from anyone who wanted near.
As he did that, he could've sworn that he heard the system mumble about he being stupid.
[You constantly forget that you now have an Aero-Mechanical Physiology. You can literally fly away without harming any bystanders!]
Ray realized this and commanded his drones to return to his inventory, all the while activating the physiology.
"Wind, carry me and protect people around from flying away!"
His unspoken command to the air did wonders. The people hounding him suddenly found themselves unable to get near, and the man called Magic Lord being enveloped by a mystical wind.
"Rise!"
Ray rose up from the ground, carried by the wind and the people near him were also protected from flying away.
. . .
Ray laughed loudly, and after a while, took a puff of his cigarette.
"Mission: Achieve strenght that surpasses nations, travel to another country and garner fame!"
Reward: +100 fame, unknown reward.
Time Limit: None.
Note: All additional fame gained on this mission is separate from the mission reward."
Just as he was getting to feel the good mood, the system ruined it by sending a mission command.
"I'm beginning to think you're doing this intentionally. Whatever, since there's no time limit, I can take my time to do this. Heh, I can even not do it at all!"
Since Ray decided to procastinate a bit he threw his cigarette away in a showy fashion and turned away from the window.
The onlookers below clamoured at his sudden movemet after sitting near the window for a few hours already.
Just as he was about to go have his bath and prepare for the mission afterwards, the system alerted him with another notification.
"Ding. Missions without time limits are only so because of the penalty the user has to undergo."
Ray stopped in his tracks and asked a question to the system who was meant to be dormant.
"So, what does that mean?
"Ding. It means that if the user wants to continue a no-time limit mission without failing it, he/she will have to undergo a set penalty for a non-specified period of time."
After that last notification, they system did not respond to any more of his questions.
He swept his hands across his hair and laughed slightly.
"Well... this is a change of pace."
'I guess I'll be going on a little trip. Let's see... I pick China!'
He walked over to his phone lying on his bedside tabletop and picked it up to call a number.
"Hello, deputy head. We speak sooner than I thought."
"Hmm, anything I neeed? Well, of course. I wish you would publicize my information for a while. What information you say?... Leak the news that I'll be heading to China for a while."
Ray cut the call off and threw the phone onto his bed.