I read that book from front to back several times. Each time, I felt like I understood the message in it a little better.“I wanted to understand it....I wanted to find someone who knew what it all meant and could explain some of the parts to me. I knew that was impossible. Talking about religion with another person was a crime, and it was virtually impossible to bribe one’s way out of it.“Months passed and I kept returning to that book. One night, I looked up at the ceiling and said, ‘God, help. .Someone else thought so too. An old hand reached out gingerly to the hem of her skirt and gently pulled at it. He could not believe what he was seeing; the old man beside his wife was trying to look up her skirt! As half awake as he was, he couldn't get his head around it. He watched, paralyzed. Should he cough, make a noise, interrupt this little intrusion? He pretended to sleep, letting his eyelids narrow. His wife stirred gently and the hand retreated. Good..... Maybe that was as bold. Upon inspection, my worse fears were realized.I had become a [Level 1 Priestess].Just a few seconds ago I was a level 999 primordial dragon. At first I wanted to bellow in rage, but then I read the rest of my status screen, and slowly calmed down. My feelings were ... mixed. Yes, I had lost a great many skills and abilities, and I was undeniably far weaker than I had been. However, my potential had never been higher.This world may have levels, but it’s abilities and stats that truly determine. Mr. Johnsonencouraged him, saying he had an aptitude for coding. The best part wasthat he simply emailed his work to the teacher and the teacher wrote back.Nothing was ever said in class about his progress, so Brian didn't worryabout the high grades that might draw the attention and the wrath of theother students.Brian visited Mr. Johnson after school in his lab. He thanked him for notmaking a fuss over his progress and explained that he wasn't comfortablein the spotlight. Mr. Johnson smiled.