In the later stages, it was even revealed by the government that one can take out the items they had from the game to reality.
Of course, at this time, only the upper echelons know this. The majority of players only knew this time that Magic Art Online would become the trend that dominates all games and that they could earn and become worldwide popular. Beyond that, they're still in the dark.
Dylan sighed as he thought of conspiracies in his past life. 'If items can be taken out? Can NPCs go to the real world? I need to investigate this once I have strong enough strength. Maybe the two worlds are actually connected and the various government of Earth hides it through the pretense of it being a game.'
Dylan had to admit that he might be an idiot, a fool, but he has a rich imagination.
After this, he summoned Jericho:
"Go back to the Windset Sect and do the things I've told you to do. The more wind spells you learn the better. Use the sect's resources to make yourself stronger. Lastly, every time the sect receives important information, don't forget to relay it to me. You'll act as a spy for me in the Windset Sect."
"With your innate talents effects, the Sect would surely prioritize the majority of the resources for you instead of those mediocre disciples."
"It's not like that. The sect prioritizes competition. Even if I showed my talents, I still need to compete." Jericho smiled helplessly.
"Well just do your best. That's enough." Dylan smiled.
Just like that, Jericho left Dylan's abode and headed back to the Windset Sect.
'Three less upgrade points daily.' Dylan clicked his tongue with regret.
But he must send him off. Keeping Jericho, who has three purple innate talents inside the space is a waste of his talents. He would find another way to have a stable source of upgrade points.
'I need 1,000 points to upgrade a blue innate talent to a purple innate talent. With an additional purple Innate talent, my foundation and accumulation would increase tremendously.'
With that in mind, Dylan came out of his abode. What greeted him was the hustle and bustle of the city of Congyun Mirror.
Dylan looked at the panels of every warrior. Most of them are 5th to 6th grade Awakened with few 8th to 9th grade. As for Noble Experts? They can only be counted with two hands.
He couldn't help but be emotional as he realized how far he had come in just merely two years in this world. 'I heard that the Pavilion Master of Warrior Alliance in this Branch is only at the Saint Realm. Doesn't this mean I have the qualifications to stand at the same level as him?'
They're both Saints after all. Although Dylan had just stepped into this realm. His mammoth body and other innate talents gave him a solid foundation. He doesn't fear warriors in the same realm at all.
"Hello, Fellow Dylan."
"Greetings Fellow Warrior Dylan."
Dylan snapped out of his daze as the warriors greeted him.
"Hi," Dylan nodded at them with a benevolent smile. He was forced to tilt his head down to them because of how tall he was now.
He had to admit he wasn't used to looking at people at high vantage points. After all, he was just 5'9 in his past life on Earth. Now, he was 7'0. He felt a little unaccustomed to this.
The warriors inside this city usually greet each other even if they're not acquainted. Such a good environment made Dylan reluctant to part here.
One after another, warriors greeted Dylan and walked past him.
One of the warriors acquainted with Dylan, Sylvia, looked up at Dylan with a complicatedly envious expression. "So tall... How did you grow up so much in a short span of time?"
Hearing this, Dylan scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I've had a fortuitous encounter and swallowed a medicinal plant that affected my height."
The warriors nodded one after another. They looked up at Dylan and Dylan looked down on them. This situation made Dylan feel an illusion of superiority even though he doesn't have a big ego or superiority complex. 'Is this how 7 footers on Earth feel? No wonder most tall people are subtly arrogant. They look down on people physically and mentally.'
He heard about tall people's privilege and pretty privilege concepts on Earth. Now, he vaguely realized why. But Dylan found such a thing superficial. Beauty and something? They're just flesh and bones at the end of the day. What matters the most is strength!
However, since being tall and pretty is beneficial. If he has such a bonus, why not? It doesn't conflict with his two simple principles.
Just like that, Dylan strolled around until he arrived at a skeletal gate with red flower embellishments. 'I will try to seize a player's body after this.'
He promptly knocked on the skeletal gate. Once his hand made contact with the gate, he felt a cold prickly sensation along with slight buzzing numbness. He hurriedly retracted his hand. He didn't know what materials the skeletal gate was made to give such a strange feeling. "This gate must be of mysterious origin. I'm already a Saint yet it gives me a bad omen. It's made of bones. Maybe it's from the skeleton of the Ancestor Rank creature?"
At this time, the gate opened. Gradually, it revealed the path inside. Dylan counted three seconds in his mind before he entered.
Around him, there were verdant trees that gave a smoky feeling. A lake in the east displayed lotus floating on the clear water surface. Toads jump everywhere harmoniously coexisting with fish.
A bunch of colorful butterflies, black, blue white, yellow, and green flew around. Dylan went past the river and saw ahead of him a faint outline structure of a small temple.
Dylan arrived in front of the temple and waited quietly.
"Hmm... Come in. I've already known of your arrival. Dylan, joined the Alliance recently. One that causes the upheaval in the market of Tiger Grasses, right?"
"Come in young man..."
An old voice beckoned Dylan to move forward.
Dylan frowned. 'He knew I was behind that matter? As expected of the Pavilion Master of Warrior Alliance. He was able to see through clouds and smokes. Still, he got no evidence hehe...'
"Greetings, I won't be rude then." Dylan swaggered on the temple.
Yellow aged walls surrounded the four sides. Stones filled with scriptures and marking of ancientness revealed itself to Dylan's eyes.
At the center, an old man sat cross-legged with meditative expression, as still as an ancient well.
Dylan looked at the panel of the old man.
[Name]: Dao Jin
[Level]: 287 (8th Grade of the Saint Realm)
[Race]: Human
[Profession]: Buddhist
[Danger Level]: Low Threat
-[Innate Talents]-
Buddha's Golden Body (Purple), Heaven Rewards Hard Work (Blue), Virtuous Heart (Green)
*HISS!!!*