Kaelen froze for a moment. The scene before him was nothing short of shocking.“This one’s got some skill? Hah… that’s all he’s got,” one of the Beast Garden guards sneered. He turned to walk away… then came back, a massive, heavy crossbow suddenly in his hands. Even holding it looked like a struggle. He waved to a companion and barked, “Fire together. Aim at him!”Handling a heavy crossbow alone was tough, but with two people, it became manageable. Almost instantly, the enormous weapon was leveled at Kaelen. A shiver ran down his spine. This wasn’t an ordinary arrow—its size alone could seriously wound, even kill, anyone unlucky enough to be hit.A faint green glow shimmered across the crossbow, a light only visible to Player-class individuals. Green-grade, yes, but Kaelen didn’t underestimate it. Large-scale weapons like this weren’t toys—they packed real destructive power, far beyond the reach of ordinary swords or axes.Big weapons had their pros: immense power. But their cons wer

The Grass Wolf. In the lore of the Beast Garden, that name actually meant something. It was a creature that had stacked up a win streak so long it was practically a legend in this enclosed nightmare. For who knows how long, it had been tearing through the other inhabitants of the garden—beasts that ran purely on adrenaline and primal instinct. They were dumb muscle, mostly. They’d see a threat, charge a threat, and then die confused when the Grass Wolf outplayed them. It was the king of this little hill.But then came Kaelen.And let’s be honest, Kaelen wasn’t just another mob for the wolf to chew on. He was a player, a tactician, an opponent of a completely different breed. He knew the Grass Wolf was stalking him from the second he stepped into the zone. He didn’t just react; he was five steps ahead, the script already written in his head. So, when the wolf finally launched its ambush, expecting panic, it found only cold, hard preparation.“Bang!”The sound was sickeningly loud, a hea

Even the most careful plans have cracks. No matter how alert Kaelen was, he still got caught off guard.Earlier, when he had flung open the building’s doors, the noise hadn’t even stirred Baron Harvey’s personal guard. Now, though, a pair of deadly spears shot straight at him. There was no time to think. Reflexively, he lifted the Deathly Face Shield over his head.But it was too late. The shield—a massive orange-tier artifact—was impressive, but not large enough to block both attacks. One spear slammed against it, halting with a loud clang. The other, glowing faintly with gray light, slipped past the shield entirely and struck his armor with surgical precision.Luck was on his side. His blue-tier armor absorbed most of the impact, enhancing his defense and stamina. The gray glow vanished, leaving a jagged scar etched into the metal. Tiny punctures dotted the surface—Baron Harvey’s personal guard’s deadliest strike, perfected to one-hit lethality. This wasn’t a “skill” in the usual se

A thin crescent moon hooked itself over the tower’s corner, spilling this soft, hazy silver glow across the tall stone walls. For a moment, the whole battlefield looked almost peaceful—like it was holding its breath.That peace snapped the second Kaelen showed up. Shia’s face lit up instantly, and honestly, everyone else looked like they’d just been handed a lifeline. Baron Harvey was way too strong for them. With only Shia and her tiny group, “defeating” him wasn’t even on the table. They’d been doing nothing but dodging, running, praying, and hoping Harvey didn’t decide to smear them across the floor. Without Kaelen—their one real tank—they never dared meet Harvey head-on.Meanwhile, Jack and the Harry brothers were doing the only thing they could do: handle the clean-up. They weren’t suicidal enough to take on Harvey himself. No one kills a final boss by tossing random side help at it. Instead, they kept Harvey’s personal guards busy. The ones who hadn’t died yet were all locked in

A flare of brilliant light blinked across their vision, and Kaelen and his companions stepped out of the dungeon, boots hitting solid ground once more. Before them swirled a deep, throbbing purple vortex—the entrance to Purple Thorn Prison. Kaelen’s face was unreadable, calm as ever, but Shia and the others exchanged looks—curiosity, awe, a spark of something unspoken flickering in their eyes.This run through Purple Thorn Prison had left them stunned. None of them had expected it. The dungeon wasn’t stiff or predictable. It wasn’t a sequence of preset traps and patterns. No—it felt alive, like a world with its own pulse.“Too bad these eleven attribute points weren’t all in one stat,” Jeka finally said, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, almost dismissive. For him, Purple Thorn Prison wasn’t all that shocking.“Back in the day, the first adventurers were unbelievably lucky,” Antonio muttered, his expression a mix of nostalgia and envy. Eleven attribute points so easily earned