The path to their destination was filled with numerous exotic red plants. It felt quite magical when one walked through it. Like all good things, it had to come to an end. The both of them arrived at their destination where nine different doors stood erect
These doors stood on top of a seemingly created marble platform out in the woods. There was a medical clinic there where a sleeping teenager was residing. Right beside it, tons of carts and wagons lined up as far as the eye could see.
There were a lot more people waiting around here than one would expect. A few were conversing without a care in the world, even being a little mischievous. As for all these people, they all had a specific brand marked on their foreheads signifying their status.
The Trials were all grouped into three, separated by their difficulty. Arin immediately went up to start checking all the Trials available to him. It appears that among all the Maze Trials, half of them required multiple people and the other half had a few other odd restrictions.
Comparing his choices for what he needed to do first, he weighed the ones that had the battle-oriented solutions higher and those that required him to think about it lower. From the three solo Trials, he couldn’t pinpoint anything too specific.
Trial: Traveler’s Dilemma
Difficulty: Maze
Participants: 1
Restrictions: No Speaking
Goal: Contemplate the Truth
Rewards: Inferior Essence
Sephirah: -62
̷̙̤̥̊͑́Ꞡ̸̛̥̖̱̯̈́͜ꝸ̴̦͐̏̿̕Ꙟ̵̤̰̲̤̈́̀͊̾ꓶ̸̨̠̫̰̘̽̋͌̑ⱴ̵̗͈͙̥̑̈́̋̃͗ꭁ̷̩̪̽̒̄͒̔ͅꭁ̸͇̜̀ἒ̴̹̲̳̺̥́̂̆͘͝ễ̴͔̞͂̅̎̀ج̵̻̇̒̀͊ݨ̸̗̺̪͗͒̽̿̕ڠ̸̬̖͊̊ջ̷̴̹͈̫̮͈̏͛̂͋̍̔͊͂̒͝ͅ
֍̸̰̫̮͖̇̇͐́̈́̂́̔۩̴͍͖̮̙͙͑̑̇͌́̓̎̒̾̉͋̆͝ͅڠ̶̡̰̞̩̟̬̪̭̫̬͖̹͈̋̅̃̅̈́̈͝Ⴟ̸̰̜̮̋͌̄̀̿͘ڀ̴̧̛̥̻̟̟̮̣̈́̂́̏̌͛̍̐͐͝ͅᴥ̶̨̢̯͙̪͙͓̬͔̿͛̍ﮮ̷͇̟̻̰͇͌̿͌͋͒́̋͊̐̊̈̌̚ͅﯚ̵̛̜̣̬̎͊͒͆̌̎̾̍̅ﺹ̸̢͖͚͉̤̖͉̬̟̭̈́̅ჭ̷̡͔̤͎͐̆͌́͗̄̅̍̚Ⴕ̵̼̱̘̫͙͆̆̈́̍͝֍̵̢͎̥̻̯͐̊̈́̿̽͆́̅́͝
Ѻ̴̢̭̪͔̤͈̳̩͍̥̥͓͙͛̃͝ԩ̶̧̱̟̣̣̻͖̖̹̭̗̇̈́̓́͝₰̴̤͍̰̦͕̲̬̐̐̇̅̈́́͂̕͝͝ꙮ̸̡̱͓̦̇͐̉̒͠͠ͅⴊ̷̛͓̟͍̗̼̟̯̦̪͓͇̇͛̀͋̀͛̓̈́̌̕ⴆ̴̢̨͈͕̩̙̮̳̳͖̀̾̄͘ᾈ̸̣̙̼̏͝Ꚍ̵̨̧̼̖̮͎͕̲̘̃͂͋͐̾͛̈́͛̕͝ﬨ̶̯̬̥̮̥̳͙͛̓͛͒́͆͒ﷺ̵̢̧̜͚̫̼͓̭̥̣̞̌̑́̐̿͜͜ﮃ̶̢̻̮̓̿ꜳ̶̢̣̜͇͎͙̣̰͚͓̱̱̙͒̒͒̀̊̍̊̏̆̅̒̔͠א̶ָ̧̳̣̼̗̘̒̉͜ﮋ̸̨̧̢̗͎͖͕̹̲̙̞͕́̌̚ͅპ̷̡̦̻̱̘̪̘̰͎̙͚̬͐̏̚̚͝Ჱ̵̡̢̻̲͔͙̿͋̈́́͋̆́ڄ̴̢̆̾͌̏Ყ̶̧̞͎̫̭̞̜̱͚̩͗͆̈́̊̆͆͐̑͂Ჱ̴̡̖͚̜͇͍̓̄͒͂̾Ә̵̛̛̟̹̭̙͔̣̟̲̬̽̀́̈̐̿̇͗͠Ԗ̷̨̪̻͉̯̮̻̉̈́ǂ̵͉̩̜̔̉̀̌ʢ̶̨̺͔͓̮͔̞͚͕̻̮́̇͌ͅ҉̷̡̢̯̩͓̖̘̫̦͍͎͚͋̃́̀̄̀͑͆̒̾͆͠
Trial: Arcane Truth
Difficulty: Maze
Participants: 1
Restrictions: Unable to Use Malum
Goal: Take the Treasure
Rewards: Malum
Sephirah: -33
̷̙̤̥̊͑́Ꞡ̸̛̥̖̱̯̈́͜ꝸ̴̦͐̏̿̕Ꙟ̵̤̰̲̤̈́̀͊̾ꓶ̸̨̠̫̰̘̽̋͌̑ⱴ̵̗͈͙̥̑̈́̋̃͗ꭁ̷̩̪̽̒̄͒̔ͅꭁ̸͇̜̀ἒ̴̹̲̳̺̥́̂̆͘͝ễ̴͔̞͂̅̎̀ج̵̻̇̒̀͊ݨ̸̗̺̪͗͒̽̿̕ڠ̸̬̖͊̊ջ̷̴̹͈̫̮͈̏͛̂͋̍̔͊͂̒͝ͅ
֍̸̰̫̮͖̇̇͐́̈́̂́̔۩̴͍͖̮̙͙͑̑̇͌́̓̎̒̾̉͋̆͝ͅڠ̶̡̰̞̩̟̬̪̭̫̬͖̹͈̋̅̃̅̈́̈͝Ⴟ̸̰̜̮̋͌̄̀̿͘ڀ̴̧̛̥̻̟̟̮̣̈́̂́̏̌͛̍̐͐͝ͅᴥ̶̨̢̯͙̪͙͓̬͔̿͛̍ﮮ̷͇̟̻̰͇͌̿͌͋͒́̋͊̐̊̈̌̚ͅﯚ̵̛̜̣̬̎͊͒͆̌̎̾̍̅ﺹ̸̢͖͚͉̤̖͉̬̟̭̈́̅ჭ̷̡͔̤͎͐̆͌́͗̄̅̍̚Ⴕ̵̼̱̘̫͙͆̆̈́̍͝֍̵̢͎̥̻̯͐̊̈́̿̽͆́̅́͝
Ѻ̴̢̭̪͔̤͈̳̩͍̥̥͓͙͛̃͝ԩ̶̧̱̟̣̣̻͖̖̹̭̗̇̈́̓́͝₰̴̤͍̰̦͕̲̬̐̐̇̅̈́́͂̕͝͝ꙮ̸̡̱͓̦̇͐̉̒͠͠ͅⴊ̷̛͓̟͍̗̼̟̯̦̪͓͇̇͛̀͋̀͛̓̈́̌̕ⴆ̴̢̨͈͕̩̙̮̳̳͖̀̾̄͘ᾈ̸̣̙̼̏͝Ꚍ̵̨̧̼̖̮͎͕̲̘̃͂͋͐̾͛̈́͛̕͝ﬨ̶̯̬̥̮̥̳͙͛̓͛͒́͆͒ﷺ̵̢̧̜͚̫̼͓̭̥̣̞̌̑́̐̿͜͜ﮃ̶̢̻̮̓̿ꜳ̶̢̣̜͇͎͙̣̰͚͓̱̱̙͒̒͒̀̊̍̊̏̆̅̒̔͠א̶ָ̧̳̣̼̗̘̒̉͜ﮋ̸̨̧̢̗͎͖͕̹̲̙̞͕́̌̚ͅპ̷̡̦̻̱̘̪̘̰͎̙͚̬͐̏̚̚͝Ჱ̵̡̢̻̲͔͙̿͋̈́́͋̆́ڄ̴̢̆̾͌̏Ყ̶̧̞͎̫̭̞̜̱͚̩͗͆̈́̊̆͆͐̑͂Ჱ̴̡̖͚̜͇͍̓̄͒͂̾Ә̵̛̛̟̹̭̙͔̣̟̲̬̽̀́̈̐̿̇͗͠Ԗ̷̨̪̻͉̯̮̻̉̈́ǂ̵͉̩̜̔̉̀̌ʢ̶̨̺͔͓̮͔̞͚͕̻̮́̇͌ͅ҉̷̡̢̯̩͓̖̘̫̦͍͎͚͋̃́̀̄̀͑͆̒̾͆͠
Trial: Insightful Oak Tree
Difficulty: Maze
Participants: 1
Restrictions: None
Goal: Listen to the tale
Rewards: Wood
Sephirah: -10
̷̙̤̥̊͑́Ꞡ̸̛̥̖̱̯̈́͜ꝸ̴̦͐̏̿̕Ꙟ̵̤̰̲̤̈́̀͊̾ꓶ̸̨̠̫̰̘̽̋͌̑ⱴ̵̗͈͙̥̑̈́̋̃͗ꭁ̷̩̪̽̒̄͒̔ͅꭁ̸͇̜̀ἒ̴̹̲̳̺̥́̂̆͘͝ễ̴͔̞͂̅̎̀ج̵̻̇̒̀͊ݨ̸̗̺̪͗͒̽̿̕ڠ̸̬̖͊̊ջ̷̴̹͈̫̮͈̏͛̂͋̍̔͊͂̒͝ͅ
֍̸̰̫̮͖̇̇͐́̈́̂́̔۩̴͍͖̮̙͙͑̑̇͌́̓̎̒̾̉͋̆͝ͅڠ̶̡̰̞̩̟̬̪̭̫̬͖̹͈̋̅̃̅̈́̈͝Ⴟ̸̰̜̮̋͌̄̀̿͘ڀ̴̧̛̥̻̟̟̮̣̈́̂́̏̌͛̍̐͐͝ͅᴥ̶̨̢̯͙̪͙͓̬͔̿͛̍ﮮ̷͇̟̻̰͇͌̿͌͋͒́̋͊̐̊̈̌̚ͅﯚ̵̛̜̣̬̎͊͒͆̌̎̾̍̅ﺹ̸̢͖͚͉̤̖͉̬̟̭̈́̅ჭ̷̡͔̤͎͐̆͌́͗̄̅̍̚Ⴕ̵̼̱̘̫͙͆̆̈́̍͝֍̵̢͎̥̻̯͐̊̈́̿̽͆́̅́͝
Ѻ̴̢̭̪͔̤͈̳̩͍̥̥͓͙͛̃͝ԩ̶̧̱̟̣̣̻͖̖̹̭̗̇̈́̓́͝₰̴̤͍̰̦͕̲̬̐̐̇̅̈́́͂̕͝͝ꙮ̸̡̱͓̦̇͐̉̒͠͠ͅⴊ̷̛͓̟͍̗̼̟̯̦̪͓͇̇͛̀͋̀͛̓̈́̌̕ⴆ̴̢̨͈͕̩̙̮̳̳͖̀̾̄͘ᾈ̸̣̙̼̏͝Ꚍ̵̨̧̼̖̮͎͕̲̘̃͂͋͐̾͛̈́͛̕͝ﬨ̶̯̬̥̮̥̳͙͛̓͛͒́͆͒ﷺ̵̢̧̜͚̫̼͓̭̥̣̞̌̑́̐̿͜͜ﮃ̶̢̻̮̓̿ꜳ̶̢̣̜͇͎͙̣̰͚͓̱̱̙͒̒͒̀̊̍̊̏̆̅̒̔͠א̶ָ̧̳̣̼̗̘̒̉͜ﮋ̸̨̧̢̗͎͖͕̹̲̙̞͕́̌̚ͅპ̷̡̦̻̱̘̪̘̰͎̙͚̬͐̏̚̚͝Ჱ̵̡̢̻̲͔͙̿͋̈́́͋̆́ڄ̴̢̆̾͌̏Ყ̶̧̞͎̫̭̞̜̱͚̩͗͆̈́̊̆͆͐̑͂Ჱ̴̡̖͚̜͇͍̓̄͒͂̾Ә̵̛̛̟̹̭̙͔̣̟̲̬̽̀́̈̐̿̇͗͠Ԗ̷̨̪̻͉̯̮̻̉̈́ǂ̵͉̩̜̔̉̀̌ʢ̶̨̺͔͓̮͔̞͚͕̻̮́̇͌ͅ҉̷̡̢̯̩͓̖̘̫̦͍͎͚͋̃́̀̄̀͑͆̒̾͆͠
Seeing the rewards, Arin was genuinely surprised. He didn’t think that one could receive Malum or Inferior Essence like this. As the name suggested, Inferior Essence also increased a person’s constitution and affinity with Malum yet at a weaker boost. Even so, the appeal of this was insane.
The Sephirah count negatively rose. I can’t say for certain what it means but it has to mean something. I might be able to figure it out after I try everything out.
Arin still saw the other rows of undecipherable text and decided to ignore it. The time for him to know about this hasn’t come yet.
As Arin was examining the Maze-level Trials, the rest of the people here immediately stood in their posts awaiting his orders. They had been taking it easier than most but now that Arin had come, the pressure was oppressive. They knew that Arin wasn’t as cruel as Kian but he still had his own quirks that they needed to avoid if they wanted to live.
Taking a peek at Daine, her bruised neck and dirty dress showed all they needed to know about Arin’s personality. Like father like son. Even the sleeping teenager woke up after feeling the chill in his spine.
Daine clasped her hands together and stood right behind Arin. She didn’t say anything as her throat was still hurting. Since Arin had already told her he would find out what happened to her family, until the time he figured it out, she should be safe. Not that it matters in the end.
Arin immediately decided what he should do. Out of the three Trials, one that gave out Malum was unusable since he couldn’t control Malum without a Fragment. Now that Arin recalled it, he threw the pen he used back at Fiona’s place. He shook his head and ignored whatever happened to it. It didn’t react to Fiona at all which meant that she wasn’t as special as he thought she was.
But considering that this should suppress Fiona’s Malum, this was the most appealing option. At the very least, this gave way for him to act freely.
The other two seemed quite equal in value in his eyes. He didn’t particularly eye Inferior Essence at all since he was aiming for the purer and more complete version. Choosing between them, Arin flipped a coin and let it decide what he should do.
“Tails, Insightful Oak Tree.” Arin took the results and immediately acted upon it. He unhesitatingly entered the door without consulting anyone at all.
“Sir Arin…” Daine coughed out, unable to finish her sentence. She had wanted to warn him first about what people had already figured out due to some outside influence but never did she expect for Arin to be this impulsive.
The ever-familiar white void greeted him.
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As always, after seeing a fully white void, the Trial would slowly place in the decorations. Mounds of dirt would grow below him as grass immediately sprouted from within it. The white void above him turned blue as clouds and the sun started to fill the skies.
The most noticeable object being formed here was a gigantic tree standing in the middle, surrounded by an entire forest. From Arin’s perspective, the trees were so densely packed that it was essentially a barricade.
“As always, Maze-level Trials are so small. Always an enclosed area.” From his experiences, Maze Trials were easy enough that a normal person could finish it and gain some rewards. This didn’t mean that they were suited to do this, it just meant that it was possible. The more likely result was for them to die an unjust death.
As the Trial finished being formed, Arin didn’t see any obvious symbols or runes he could use. He tried looking around but other than sticks and stones, he found nothing else. Seeing that there wasn’t anything here to be interested in, he decided to go interact with the most eye-catching thing here, a monumental oak tree as tall as the sky itself.
This oak tree had an aged face on it, full with an entire mouth and eyes. Its eyes were hollow and dark while his mouth was nothing more than an open hole bigger than his eyes. As strange as it looked, it seemed completely natural in this position.
“A visitor? Why, come here, come here, I haven’t had anyone come visit me in my twilight years…” The oak tree’s voice boomed, causing birds from the forest to fly off into the distance. Arin even instinctively covered his years.
Still trying to feel out the Trial’s tasks, he asked his question, “I’ve come to see what you’re about. Got anything to say?”
“Rude… tsk, tsk, tsk. Youngsters are so rude nowadays. But fine, I might as well entertain myself after tens of thousands of years being alone.” The oak tree’s voice still reverberated, nearly causing Arin’s years to get pierced.
It continued on, “As one of the few remaining Sage Oak Trees of this era, I’ve always been fond of knowledge. Anything to know, I desired it. Yet in exchange for the life to see the cosmos end, we are stuck in place with nothing to do but to try and reach the skies.”
“Quite tragic.” Arin mocked.
“Yes! You understand!” The oak tree was joyful, even having the hole in its mouth slightly curved up. “It truly is tragic! I wish to tell you what happened but I might bring the mood down… Unless you wish to hear it, dear visitor.”
“I have time,” Arin remembered there being no restrictions here so he was willing to play along with it.
“Good lad! Now, let me see… where do I start? Hmm, I think I’ll start in the beginning. Like all good stories, it started when I was but a young lad.”
Arin blinked and immediately saw an entirely different scenario. He looked at his hands and body, only to see that there was nothing there. He was but a weak sapling fighting against the world.
“When I was a mere sapling, tyrannic monsters of great power wanted to enslave me to be used as their library! Of course I…” The oak tree’s loud voice no longer sounded as oppressive. It now sounded as if he was an old man recounting his story. “I… I’m sorry but it seems as if I forgot what happened.”
“I see how it is.” Arin immediately realized what was happening as soon as he saw a draconic creature with six wings flying through the air. He didn’t exactly ‘see’ it and more like sensed its presence, creating a figure of everything in his surroundings in his head.
“Now that I think about it, you seem quite familiar. Am I correct?”
Arin internally got more interested and answered, “I wasn’t just familiar, I was the one who saved you from the draconic creature.”
“Is… is that so? My memory has been failing me but you really do seem familiar. Please let me remember…”
Arin’s consciousness shifted from within the sapling and changed into his own personal body. He grinned and saw the trick to this, “I had a scythe covered in the dried blood of my countless enemies. I only used one strike to cleanly swipe the draconic creature’s head off.”
A scythe of ominous origins appeared within Arin’s hands. As soon as he touched it, the sense of familiarity enveloped him as an unknown technique entered his mind. He didn’t understand anything at all nor could he remember any single bit within it.
The draconic creature saw the sapling on the ground, nearby a human holding an ominous scythe. He maliciously grinned as he dived down, expecting to easily murder this weakling. As he flew through the air, his victorious expression was already wildly plastered on his face. He did not expect Arin to expertly take out his scythe and cleanly separate his head and body.
Up until the very end, the draconic creature did not understand why his head was rolling on the ground.
“Ah yes, I remember now! You did save me! It has been thousands of years since then, I have to ask, you look human yet… you cannot possibly be human. No human has survived thing long. What are you?” The oak tree was extremely joyful that a living being Arin could exist.
Arin furrowed his eyebrows as he understood what this Trial was playing at. He was supposed to go through this tree’s life while either playing as himself or as the tree. After that, his actions would get questioned. He needed to give a believable answer to go to the next stage.
Since this was Arin’s first attempt, he decided to try something interesting. “I’m an immortal. I’ve protected countless Sage Oak Trees like yourself, this was merely my self-imposed duty.”
Making himself an extremely interesting being while propping himself up on a pedestal. He wanted to see how this living tree would react.
“I see! Yes! I do remember now! Immortals used to roam the cosmos freely and unhindered by anything. Hahahaha! You must’ve come to save me!” The oak tree was extremely glad about the current events.
“Yes, I did.” Arin continued on with the lie.
“I’ve been stuck in this prison for so long, acting the same on a loop for an eternity. Might I ask how you managed to breach this maze?”
Arin didn’t understand. What was this oak tree talking about? Maze? It’s sentient? He didn’t understand why this was acting like that. “It’s most likely like the pen’s spirit. It looks sentient but only acts according to its programmed will.”
“We’ll talk later, let’s finish this first.” Arin casually ordered the oak tree around, feigning his true capabilities.
“I understand… I remember now… The next time we met was during the time when I bore my first fruit. You were… I forgot again…” The oak tree’s voice was weakening for some reason.
Arin blinked and he was in the next stage. All around him were countless trees, the same kind as him. All around them were countless species of different origins. Arin looked around in the tree’s body and saw that there were even a few humans among them. This scene piqued his interest in the past.
“What were you doing again?” The oak tree passively asked.
Arin wanted to test out other possibilities. “I wasn’t here at all. But I did hear the news that your fruit was highly valuable.”
“Of course! How could I forget? The fruit of a Sage Oak Tree contains the accumulated knowledge of the tree that it had until that point. Eating that fruit lets you know the answers to questions that plague your mind. Madmen searched far and wide to claim my fruit.”
At once, Arin could see highly dangerous individuals starting to appear. As he was stuck in the tree, he couldn’t really move at all, being forced to watch what happened. There were tons of individuals popping up to the point that an entire army even showed up. They were all fighting for the fruit of the Sage Oak Tree.
Once they consumed it, they would become a sage with no equal. The power that they would hold within their hands would be unparalleled.
Arin watched the show as countless people fought against one another, in hopes of being the sole survivor to take the fruit. One man fought against an ambush of twenty people, he came out of it with one missing limb but he survived. Unfortunately, a girl from the side was waiting for an opportunity to kill him and successfully assassinated him at his weakest.
The commander of the army kept creating battle plans to optimally use his army yet he couldn’t do anything against an elite group of 5 skilled warriors aiming for him. His army fell apart as soon as the head of it was cut off, both literally and figuratively.
One of the villagers who lived under the Sage Oak Tree even had ominous plans of burning everything down so that there would be no one to take advantage of him. The night he had planned to begin, a patrolling guard from a mercenary group was mad and decided to play with him.
The guard strapped the poor villager to a tree and started throwing various objects at the villager. Ranging from small knives up to giant axes. The villager suffered a terrible fate as had numerous knives embedded on his limbs while a giant axe was lodged into his chest.
The bouts of chaos and cruelty that happened before him showed that nothing had changed at all. At the very end, the final winner of the battle wasn’t any of the fights here. It was a draconic creature that swooped from the skies to take the prize that many had desperately fought for.
The people’s rage turned from one another and placed it towards the draconic race.
“Fortunately, I wasn’t injured at all but… I don’t know why I have scorch marks at the bottom of my roots. It’s quite odd, isn’t it?” The oak tree questioned it but still moved on regardless.
Obviously, I didn’t do the correct play at all. Now that’s really interesting, I need to perfectly replicate his final condition to possibly get a Perfect Clear. That should be the most obvious method but…
Arin recalled the amount of power he held as the oak tree willed it into existence. There should be a lot more interesting interactions at this point. And as he had predicted, a few more stages had passed that gave him a lot of insight on what he needed to do.
The third stage had him speaking to another traveler about his affairs. Arin decided to watch everything unfold once more, letting the traveler give up on his journey and heading back home. Nothing interesting occurred here at all.
On the fourth stage, it was weirder than anything Arin could’ve expected. Up to this point, he had remained in the same spot for two thousand years already, letting him tower quite high up in the sky yet not quite reaching the overbearing height he had before the tale started.
Here, Arin decided to watch everything unfold once more and the oak tree’s vision dimmed. Arin wasn’t able to see anything at all as everything was static. It wasn’t a visual static but empty static, it was the kind that one’s brain blocks off something extremely dangerous. He didn’t understand what happened but one thing was for sure, the next time he opened his eyes, he was in the Trial.
He has been living here for such an extremely long time. Is this some kind of open secret? Everyone in the city knows that there’s an outside to this blasted maze but no one knows what’s out there. Did I just see the outside world?
Numerous questions plagued Arin’s mind as the world was slowly being built before his eyes. The City of Sin was merely the starting point of the maze. This was the only place where humanity had any semblance of safety. The life most people have lived through is nothing more than a prison that they have no idea they are living in.
As such, the place outside this safe room, outside into the distance was The Boundary. The place was infested with numerous Trials so difficult and Pravum that were nearly godlike that it would even make the Labyrinth Solvers in the City of Sin look like babies in comparison.
Before Arin could finish his train of thought, the oak tree’s voice echoed within his mind once more. “The tale is a bit longer than I would like it to be.”
“Keep going. I’ll let you remember everything.”
At the very end of the Trial, Arin’s choices are clearly reflected in the oak tree. The once towering figure nearly surpassing the sky was now cut in half. Arin held a gigantic saber in his hand and was sitting on the cleanly made cut he had just created.
Arin’s figure then disappeared. He had lost the power he had gained inside, merely reverting back to how he was before he entered.
As he faced Daine, looking at him with a shocked face. There were a plethora of wooden pieces, most of them were of the common variety. Oddly enough, some were considered rare and luxurious yet it was barely anything compared to the rest of the resources.
He didn’t bother conversing with her. “Deal with it.”
A certain concept invaded Arin’s mind, “Completion Rate of 47%. That sounds about right. I could push to 90% next time, or maybe it could even be a Perfect Clear. This is a good baseline for the quality of these Trials.”