In a world where the gods have given every creature a System, where the strength of the intelligent is determined by the value of the Parameters, a modest Merchant of the hundredth level lives in a distant, dense outback. This is a huge achievement for that distant area, but in more populated places such people are not far removed from the grey-legged, helpless peasants. But why does the blow of this elderly man’s fist blow the mighty Monsters to pieces? Why does the old man's skin sparkle with the dazzling radiance of a diamond? What does the past of Bran Huntris hide, hidden in the Shroud of Secrets? From the author: Cover by Desmond ( To him and Molfar ( my gratitude and appreciation for your help.