Amy turned on the shower, allowing a hot sprinkle to wash over her entire body. The fatigue, frustration and simmering rage that had accumulated for weeks were instantly washed away. The floor of the bathtub was stained with a dark substance that resembled soot, courtesy of the Profanities she'd been busy slaying.As she washed up, her mind drifted to a few moments ago. Micheal. Of all the people she would've expected to see, she never once would've thought of him. Not that she didn't care, quite the contrary, in fact. But because she had long thought him to be dead. Yet, now, fate had somehow reunited her with the person she once had a huge crush on. Still do, apparently. Naturally, due to her personality, she did a good job of hiding it, back before the apocalypse. Whenever he was being bullied by the other class members, she would have the grinding desire to stand up for him. To do something. However, she never had the courage. Amy had been a big coward in the past. So, the only

The next day, Micheal had the team head over to a store that sold gear. If they were going to be heading to upper floors, he needed to prepare them. Cassandra already possessed an Epic-grade weapon, so she was good to go. Amy, on the other hand, needed good equipment. “On that note,” Micheal spoke up as they approached the shop on the intersection of the street. “What class do you belong to, Amy?”“Hm?” The girl raised her head. “Oh, uh, Paladin.”Micheal nodded tersely. “We have a stealth-based hunter, and a frontline hunter. Logically, we need a Guardian and Arcanist to have even a semblance of a party.”Cassandra glanced over at him. She asked, “What about Clerics? Clerics are very important.”Micheal responded with a slight shake of his head, “Not necessarily. The monsters drop Rune of Restoration. As long as we don't lose a limb, the tunes can work pretty fine to heal damage. So our priorities should be those classes I mentioned.”He then said to Amy, “Your rank is ‘Marked’, rig

“This guild belongs to Devon’s father.” Hearing Amy's words, Micheal did not react in an exaggerated manner. He simply reached into his inventory and counted 150 Moonstones, then handed them over to the guards. The men, garbed in full defensive armour plates, regarded him for a while, before saying;“What's with you? Trying to act all mysterious, eh?”“Matter of fact, masked figures aren't allowed in. What if you're a spy from another guild?”Micheal maintained his silence. Cassandra spoke up in his stead, “That's not fair. We already paid. And, why would we be spies if two of us aren't covering our faces? “Doesn't matter!” The guard bellowed. “The person either takes off their mask, or only the two of you will be allowed inside the fort. Out here, our word is law! If you don't like it, you can find your way to another fort.”“Good luck doing that.” The other guard snickered, and both of them burst out laughing.Micheal watched the men with disdainful eyes. ‘It's this same pride. T

After a good night's rest, the trio set out to slay Profanities. Outside, the moon was almost five times brighter than it had been when they arrived prior. Micheal felt that since the tower floors were usually stuck in a certain time, the moon’s brightness was an indication of night and day.That was his guess, at least. The radiance of the moon bathed the city, giving it a faint glimmer that contrasted with the glowing lanterns littering the city streets. Micheal, Cassandra and Amy followed the same path through the ever-crowded Bazaar and returned to the gate. The guards from last night weren't present there, so they did not encounter any hassle when leaving. “How far away is the nearest monster zone?” Cassandra asked. Amy checked the map on the system’s interface. She glanced north and said, “Not that far, actually. There are a couple of spawn points in the Whispering Forest.”The Whispering Forest surrounded the Fort of Sand, making up one of the regions of the 30th floor. Mi

Micheal awoke to the sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling a strange weight pressing on him. When he tried sitting up, he hit his head on a sturdy object.“Ouch,” Micheal groaned on reflex even if the pain was little to none. He blinked multiple times, sending back the last veils of fatigue over his head. It was then that he looked around at where he was. He was laying underneath a tree root that somehow twisted to form something of a protective layer over him. Not only that, but he was entirely naked, his dignity merely protected by what seemed to be Amy's hoodie. His mask lay close to him, carefully placed on leaves. He heard the voices of the girl just then, “Hey…”Micheal raised his head. The girl was seated atop a tree branch, her legs swinging freely, as she overlooked him. “Hey…” Micheal chuckled and dryly. He rubbed the back of his head, feeling a throbbing pain, and asked, “Where's Cassandra? What happened?”Amy seemed to hesitate