Soon, I found myself closely observing Seraphina's journey as she grew into a leader. She took the small village and led it to unimaginable heights, transforming it into a city, and eventually an empire that stretched far and wide. It took her around fifty years, but she accomplished it. Yet, despite all her achievements, she never had the chance to live longer. She became stuck at level 99, unable to reach the demigod level. It was only then, I believed, that one would be able to gain extra years of life.
In the end, I realized the massive flaw in the system: it could not extend a person's lifespan as much as the soul energy that reigned supreme. Or perhaps, it was all part of the Creator's plan? That thought lodged itself in my heart, and it never left me.
Another twenty years passed. Now, a total of eighty years had gone by since I first began observing this place. I had become like a god, watching from above while those below were trapped in the endless cycle of life and death.
