A month has passed since my UI turned into a person. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but I’m the one who made it happen. Since then, Daoz and I have been training together. The first few days were a struggle, figuring out how to work with her being... real. But after a while, it felt normal.

In between hunting goblins, Daoz and I sparred daily. At first, it was awkward, getting used to her movements. She was fast—unnaturally so—and I had to adapt quickly. But soon enough, I started to pick up on her rhythm. Every day, the sparring sessions became more intense. Daoz would switch between defensive and aggressive stances, pushing me to think on my feet, to react and improvise. Her calm demeanor made it hard to read her intentions, but that’s what made the sparring challenging.

I’ve been using goblins to level up. Every day, right before sunset, they show up, and I fight them. It’s the same thing every time: they charge, I dodge, and I strike. Combat’s all about patterns—reading movements and predicting the next strike. My body’s stronger, faster than it was a month ago, and the lessons from Daoz carried over. I can feel myself improving with every fight.

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I’ve leveled up more than I expected. My strength is higher, my stamina is better. Even my agility’s gotten sharper.

For now, the goblins are my training ground. It’s simple, repetitive, but every kill means I’m getting better. And with each day, I can feel the power building inside me.

Well, all of the training, but I’ve never actually held a sword before. I’ve been using my toothpick for everything. Ever since I hit level 10, I’ve been able to transfigure the toothpick into any weapon I want. Sword, spear, shield, bow—it’s all there. But right now, I’m most used to the sword. It’s what I’ve spent the most time practicing with.

Now, I'm finally ready to head out of this cave. To find that Knight who tortured me and destroyed my house... my house.

I step out of the cave into the morning light. The cool air hits my skin, and for a moment, I just stand there, letting the breeze wash over me.

The Knight’s out there, and I’m coming for him.

My grip tightens around the toothpick, now transfigured into a sword.

I take one last look at the cave that’s been my sanctuary. Then, without another thought, I turn and begin my journey. Every step forward is a step closer to vengeance, to reclaiming everything I lost.

No more running. No more hiding.

I’m coming for you, Knight.