After the Three Elven Kings, the other Transcendent Saints, the Main Gods, and countless living beings acknowledged William as the Elves' sole king.
Ding-dong.
[Notice: You have become the Elven King. You are the Lord of Dawn, and more than one hundred million Professionals under your command acknowledge you as their king. Your Transcendent Saint Class Advancement Quest has been completed!]
That was right.
Since William had already reached Saint Rank Peak—level 359, as it was known—there was no reason for him to be held back from entering the Transcendent Saint Realm by just one level's worth of experience.
Unfortunately, yet also fortunately.
His Class Advancement Quest was ridiculously awful.
It did not require him to clash head-on with a Transcendent Saint for several minutes, nor did it require him to consecutively slay multiple Saints. Instead, it was a lord-type quest capable of driving Players insane, demanding that he have more than one hundred million Professionals under his command.
It had to be said.
As the only Saint Realm Player in both his past and present lives, William had been thoroughly beaten down by the Mainframe's damnable quest designs.
So, if he wanted to complete this quest.
Given his circumstances, he could only become the Elven King.
Because Dawn City had long since developed to its limit. Its population was eighty million, with thirty to fifty million Professionals. Its Regular Army had once numbered over ten million, though now only a few million remained.
If things developed normally, even if William shamelessly gathered people at a frenzied pace, he would still need seven or eight years to complete this quest. That was only possible because he had the Player quest system and an NPC panel. An ordinary Player would probably have been completely stuck.
But as luck would