Everyone is equally granted eight skill slots. While a skill like [Strength Boost] might only take up one slot, rare skills can consume four or five slots, or even all eight.

Old Hinga told me this in the Orb Mine, where Skill Orbs are excavated. But we 'slaves' were unable to acquire skills due to our contract magic, and there was no future for slaves.

Then came the fated day. The noble who owned the mine—our 'master'—came to inspect the Orb Mine. The ceiling collapsed due to an earthquake. A boulder struck the noble's head directly.

The noble's death.

In that instant, our contract magic vanished.

The quick-witted slaves ran to the warehouse where the Skill Orbs were stored. Upon absorbing rare skills, they mowed down the guards with unbelievable abilities and magic, and burst out of the mine.

A riot.

I was too late; there were no orbs left for me to pick up

—It's over. I'm a slave again.

In my despair, what I saw was an 'impossible Skill Orb'.

[World Ruler], a skill that utilizes '10 slots'.

An anomalous Skill Orb that no one, except researchers, took an interest in because no one could use it.

But I was able to absorb [World Ruler]—why?

Because I was a 'reincarnator'.

Because I possessed a total of '16 slots'—a normal person's eight plus an additional eight.

The mine was surrounded, with only one exit. In my hands, the mysterious skill [World Ruler].

Now, what will I do—.