Forbidden: Max level warrior

Feldrath's morning haze rolled slowly over cobblestone streets, shrouding rooftops in soft gold. Inside the inn, the world was quiet. A rare peace.

Ann leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, eyes half-closed. Across the table, Lilly nibbled the edge of her toast, eyeing him curiously.

"You're going somewhere?" she asked, noticing him reach for his coat.

"Yeah. Something I want to buy," he said casually.

She tilted her head. "Something dangerous?"

"A house."

She blinked. "Oh."

He smirked and stood. "Don't wait up. I'll be back before long."

Outside, the streets were stirring with life. Vendors opened their stalls, guards stretched against the cold, and distant church bells rang through the mist. Ann walked with unhurried confidence, boots clicking softly against stone as he made his way through the administrative quarter toward a wide, domed building flanked by pillars and bronze statues.

A sign above read: "The Sovereign Register of Landed Holdings."

Inside, marble floors reflected torchlight. A long counter stretched across the hall, behind which scribes and stewards bustled between parchment scrolls and glowing crystal ledgers. The scent of old ink and mana-treated paper filled the air.

Ann stepped up to the desk.

"I want to buy a manor."

The clerk glanced up, then down at Ann's clothing, and then back up again with polite doubt. "May I ask… are you affiliated with any noble house?"

"No."

"Then I'm afraid properties listed under noble domain are reserved for—"

"I didn't ask if it was allowed," Ann said calmly. "I said I wanted to buy one. Something spacious. Manor class. Estate-tier. Quiet. Isolated. Preferably near the eastern hills."

The clerk shifted uncomfortably. Another scribe looked over his shoulder, then leaned in to whisper. They conferred in hushed tones.

"Well," the first clerk said finally, forcing a tight smile, "if you're not a noble, I'm afraid that kind of estate isn't available to you under crown charter—"

Ann raised a hand.

"Let me clarify. Do you sell property to nobles, or to people who can pay for it?"

The clerk paused.

"…Technically, either. If the sum is substantial enough."

"Good." Ann reached into his coat and pulled out a heavy pouch, letting it drop on the marble counter with a thud. Gold spilled out—coins gleaming, stamped with rare markings. The scent of untouched wealth filled the air.

The clerks froze.

"That's… is that five hundred?" one of them whispered.

"Count it," Ann said. "I don't haggle."

Whispers spread like fire across the office. Scribes rushed from the back, murmuring to one another. The manager emerged—a man in high-collared robes with trembling fingers—and gawked at the pile.

"This is… a full noble estate's price," the manager stammered. "But you're not even registered with any house…"

Ann looked him in the eye.

"I'll pay. But there's something I'll like you help me do, I'm sure with your Noble connection you could make rumors spread!"

The man blinked. "You want us… to lie about something? I don't think we might be able comply!"

A frown etched across Ann's face as he continued to talk. "You're not lying, all I want is for my name to be known far and wide, I have other methods but I want it to be smooth and natural a possible!"

"Let everyone know about the demon lord of infinity and even where he lives!" As those words left Ann's mouth they froze instantly, they've heard about the person going around claiming to be a demonlord and opposing anybody quicky regained their composure as one of them chipped in. "So all you want is for info about your whereabouts to be leaked?"

Ann smiled. "That's the deal."

The manager looked down at the gold again—then back at Ann. He didn't hesitate long.

"…Done."

Two hours later, a velvet-draped carriage rolled into a private valley overlooking the eastern border. Pine trees walled the outer edges, and a marble road led to a weathered but grand estate: three floors, a balcony tower, and wide outer gardens.

It stood only a few miles from House Vaelthorn's own estate.

Ann stepped out, hands in his pockets, gazing at the home that now belonged to him. A cold wind tugged at his coat as he smiled faintly.

Perfect.

He returned to the inn before dusk. Lilly looked up in surprise when he entered.

"Come on," he said. "We're moving."

"Moving?"

"To something a little less drafty."

They rode back in silence, the city fading behind them as hills turned to forest and forest gave way to estate walls.

When they arrived, her eyes widened.

"You bought this?"

"of course, I own it," Ann said. "But it needs... work."

They stepped inside. Dust lined the floors. Furniture creaked. The walls were old stone and the lighting dim.

"Let's see, how about I summon items from my former world to make this place more grand, I'm sure by the time I'm done it'll be the most luxurious house in the entire low Earth!" Ann thought to himself as he looked at the 100 infinity points, it was a pitty it wasn't infinite but atleast a hundred was more than enough for now.

Ann took a deep breath as he imagined the things he wanted, with a snap of his finger, the entire manor was transformed. All at the cost of three infinity points.

Chandeliers of tempered crystal lit the halls. The walls gleamed with modern polish. Floors were lined with black marble. The bedrooms held silken sheets and temperature-adjustable beds. Bathrooms featured heated water, pressure-controlled taps, and self-cleaning toilets—technology from a world no one here could dream of.

Lilly walked the halls like someone in a dream, whispering under her breath as she touched the padded arm of a leather couch.

"This isn't a house," she murmured. "It's... magic."

Ann grinned. "Close."

From the system, he summoned more.

A luxury black-gold carriage, sleek and enchantment-fortified, rolled into the courtyard—capable of flying if needed.

Then, he bought something rarer.

From the high-tier Summoning Shop, he selected a sealed egg: SS-rank class, level 150 potential. It pulsed with dormant lightning, veins of silver light flickering under the shell. The race: a Voidstorm Direwolf—a creature of storm and spatial manipulation, known for bending distances and hunting thunder.

He held the egg in one hand, then crafted a spell.

Time Delete.

A localized chronomancy spell that erased temporal wait—forcing evolution or change instantly. With a whisper, he erased incubation time.

The egg cracked.

A surge of energy burst forth as a silver-furred wolf, the size of a warhorse, emerged. Its eyes glowed faint violet. Lightning arced along its spine.

It bowed low at Ann's feet.

He named it Skarn.

From his hand, Ann cast another spell—writing light into air. A glowing script burned above the estate's main gate, visible from far across the valley.

"Fortress of the Demon Lord of Infinity."

Two hours passed.

At sunset, a knock came.

Ann stood at the upper balcony, watching the distant hills. He felt the pulse of mana before he even looked.

B-rank warriors. Five of them.

He descended and opened the gates.

The knights knelt the moment they saw Skarn—its gaze alone reduced them to trembling.

Ann stepped into view.

"Is my pet frightening you?" he asked lightly.

They couldn't meet his eyes.

"We—we come on behalf of the Warden of House Vaelthorn. He requests an audience."

Ann looked at the fading sun.

"Tell him I'll come," he said, "when it's convenient for me."

They hesitated.

Skarn growled once—soft but thunderous.

They fled.

Ann turned back toward the house. Lilly stood at the door, arms crossed, worry on her face.

"This must be bad it seems the Warden is finally taking action"

Ann looked at her, smile calm.

"There's nothing wrong with him taking action, he's just a small fish in the big ocean, get ready you're accompanying me as well!" Ann said but as soon as Lilly heard that fear creepd down her spine, by now she had already knew the type of person Ann was, he was doing it on purpose to proveje the warden even more.

"I told you," he said. "No one touches a hair on your head."

She hesitated, then nodded, stepping beside him.

They climbed into the carriage.

And rolled out beneath a silver sky.