In this world, unless a class-changed warrior is willing to display their own stats to others, no one else can see them—this is different from in games.

However, the stats of low-level monsters are visible to everyone.

He had originally thought he could use a town portal scroll to return to the city, but after learning the price of a town portal scroll, William Carter was disappointed. A single scroll cost thirty gold coins, which was equivalent to half a year’s stipend for a class-changed warrior. At the same time, William Carter also understood why the bearded man was so eager to show off his ironwood branch—nearly two hundred gold coins, truly a fortune.

It was only after coming to the Forest Tavern that William Carter realized just how valuable gold coins were. One gold coin was equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin was equal to one hundred copper coins. A bottle of aged fruit wine cost only a few dozen silver coins, and a serving of black pepper steak sold for just a few silver coins.

Roughly, one silver coin was about ten RMB, so a gold coin was worth over a thousand. The price of gold and silver here was actually quite similar to the real world.

That meant the bearded man’s ironwood branch was worth about two hundred thousand—enough to buy half a house.

Damn, that’s expensive. In his previous world, he worried about buying a house; in this world, he’s worried about equipment... Life really is full of helplessness.

William Carter held his monthly stipend in his hand—a total of five gold coins, which was already a considerable sum. Everyone in the Forest Tavern knew that class-changed warriors had money, so even though William Carter sat in a corner, there were still some scantily clad women who would come over from time to time to strike up a conversation, sell fruit wine, or even sell themselves.

When the young women poured wine, they bent very low, intentionally or unintentionally showing off the deep cleavage of their chests. If it were before, William Carter might have already reached out his pervy hand—he was no gentleman.

But today, he just silently smoked, the ember between his fingers flickering in and out.

The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke. The bearded man was bragging to a group of drinking buddies about his ironwood branch, while a few burly warriors cleared a table and started arm wrestling, shouting and laughing.

Amid the swirling smoke, the noisy sounds drifting to William Carter in the corner seemed distant and unreal.

William Carter had always been a small-time character, living at the very bottom of society—a textbook “four-nothing” man: no house, no car, no money, no girlfriend.

Ever since his girlfriend left him, he swore he’d make something of himself. He had gotten up early and worked late, worked diligently, and had stayed up all night cramming for this or that. But no matter what he did, he always failed, failed, and failed again.

What man willingly gives up on himself? What man doesn’t want to succeed?

Numbed by cheap alcohol, William Carter felt he had long since rotted away, but now, he finally saw a new direction to strive for.

With the stipend he could get now, he could muddle through life without any problem, and even live fairly well, but William Carter didn’t want that—he didn’t want to keep sinking.

To sleep on a beauty’s lap when drunk, and to hold power over the world when sober—that was William Carter’s wish. More precisely, it was an obsession, a fixation born from his former destitution.

He stubbed out his cigarette, tossed down twenty silver coins to pay, and squeezed out of the noisy bar. He already knew where the best leveling spot for newcomers was. First, reach level 25 before the age of forty-five—no, before twenty-five—and complete the second class change, then enjoy hundreds of years of youth, and finally aim for legendary hero status.

Class-changed warriors made up only a tiny fraction of the population on the Dota Continent—about one in a thousand. Even fewer managed to reach level 25 and complete the second class change, mainly because leveling up was so difficult.

Newly class-changed warriors could get a two-slot item bag (with a capacity of two cubic meters) for free at the Class-Changer’s Guild, along with some complimentary supplies.

After William Carter collected his things, he went to the store to buy some camping essentials like a tent and insect repellent.

The general store owner was a chubby old man who enthusiastically explained the uses of various goods to William Carter. William Carter responded absentmindedly while his eyes sparkled as he gazed at the dazzling array of merchandise.

A one-star Claw of Attack +2, twelve gold coins.

A one-star Short Staff, Attack +1, Attack Speed +1%, ten gold coins.

A one-star Strength Glove, Strength +1, fifteen gold coins.

A one-star Round Shield, 60% chance to block 2 points of damage, eighteen gold coins.

Natural amethyst, a perfect ornament, ten silver coins.

A one-star Iron Sword, Attack +2...

Wait, natural amethyst? William Carter stared blankly at the purple orb on the shelf. Others might not recognize it, but William Carter could never forget it in his life.

It was the very purple Limit Orb that had brought him to this world—its full name was the Purple Limit—Dreamland.

Without a second thought, William Carter paid for the orb. The shopkeeper immediately beamed with joy—this thing was just something his grandson had picked up outside the city. “Natural amethyst,” my ass—he didn’t even know what it was himself, but he’d found a sucker.

“Haha, young man, you have a good eye! This natural amethyst has been appraised by a master jeweler—top quality! It’s the perfect gift for a girlfriend!” The shopkeeper’s grin stretched all the way to his ears.