“Everyone, watch those flames falling off the Flame Elemental,” Aunt Amelia snapped. “Don’t step on them—no excuses.”Her eyes swept across the group, sharp and serious. “They may look harmless, but one slip and you take fifty points of damage, just like that. And when the Elemental stops moving? Step back. Immediately.”Amelia was the most experienced dungeon runner here. She went over every detail, every trick and trap this boss could throw at them, leaving nothing to chance.“I’m going in,” Kaelen said, nodding. Calm. Focused.With that, he dashed forward, Charge propelling him straight toward the Flame Elemental. The stun wouldn’t work on this boss, of course, but it got him in close instantly.Then a deep rumble echoed behind them. The tunnel they’d used to enter collapsed in an instant, sealed by a massive boulder. Their escape route? Gone.No going back now.Kaelen raised his axe and slammed it down with Heavy Strike instead of Thunder Strike, pouring every ounce of power into i

Kaelen sank deeper into the warm pool, letting the heat soak through his muscles. Ripples spread lazily around him, tapping against the stone edge in soft, rhythmic waves. Beside him sat a crystal vial—clear, flawless, and empty. Brand new. Just earned. Waiting to be put to the test.With a small flick of his wrist, a bundle of herbs appeared in his hand. The familiar papery crackle sounded as he tore open the wrapping and laid the contents out neatly on the edge—Hemp Root, Greenleaf Grass, and a little bottle of Active Water that shimmered faintly in the light.He took a breath, steadied himself, and gripped the vial. Time to see if he still had the touch. The air hummed as he triggered his Alchemy skill. A faint glow crept across the surface of the glass, green and hazy, like fog lit from within. He grabbed the Hemp Root, shoved it toward the mouth of the vial—way too big to fit, but somehow it just… slid inside. Like the light had swallowed it whole.He couldn’t see what was happen

Morning in Faust City had been calm, a soft breeze brushing through the streets. By afternoon, though? The wind had turned wild, whipping through the air with a sharp bite, as if it were echoing the tense, serious mood outside the Flame Cavern.“Begin,” Archbishop Aurelia’s voice rang out, calm but commanding, cutting through the gusts.Theron shot a confident glance at Kaelen, then stepped forward, leading the charge into the Flame Cavern dungeon.“Let’s go! We’re coming in too,” Kaelen said, low and steady, slipping in right behind him.“Charge!” The moment they stepped in, Kaelen didn’t waste a second. He launched forward like a human cannonball, Amelia and the others following close behind.This wasn’t a casual dungeon run. Every step demanded focus, speed, and precision. Survival was the only rule.He threw the Demon Spear—a throwing weapon, neither strictly one-handed nor two-handed. It flew perfectly, struck hard, and returned to his grip automatically.Kaelen unleashed Thunder

The air in Faust Cathedral was thick, heavy with tension. You could almost feel it pressing down, weighing on everyone in the room. Even before Archbishop Aurelia spoke, Kaelen and his companions knew this wasn’t going to be good news.“Archbishop Aurelia… are you saying the record we just set has already been broken?” the hunter blurted out, eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face. He stared at her like she’d just told him the sky was falling. “I’m not doubting you… but the record we just made… only a few hours ago… gone already? That’s… that’s insane!”Finn shook his head slowly, frowning. “Look. With the strength of our squad, each of us has talent. In Faust, the only team that could even touch us is Theron’s. And when we left, they were still inside the dungeon. Nobody else could have broken our record that fast.”“Exactly,” the warrior said firmly, almost stubbornly. “We’re not being arrogant. Sure, there are some talented adventurers under level ten. But even if they all

The main hall of Faust Cathedral glowed with divine light, golden rays spilling from above, making every surface shimmer as if the walls themselves were alive. The place felt magnificent, almost sacred, and faintly… untouchable.Once Amelia, Finn, and the others left, the hall’s chatter vanished. It was just Kaelen and Archbishop Aurelia now. The emptiness stretched the space, amplifying every movement, every footstep, until it felt as if the cathedral itself was watching.“Archbishop Aurelia… is there something else you wanted to discuss?” Kaelen asked, calm, measured.“I’ve always believed in you, Kaelen,” she said casually, though her words carried weight that pressed against him. “As a God-tier adventurer, a child of the gods… this is the moment that will truly test you.”She produced a thin sheet of tin, holding it out carefully. “I know leveling a God-tier adventurer takes twice the experience of a normal one.”She spoke first of the perks—power, prestige, standing above ordinar