After the boy restored his health and vitality, he wasn't frustrated or angry. No, he simply was a little serious but in good humor.

[It's possible; their numbers are a problem, but fortunately, they are bruter than an animal and don't have any weapon.]

[So, if I simply manage to maintain more goblins, surely I can manage to complete this floor easily.]

The boy calculated with optimism.

And after taking a long sigh, once again, he gave himself over to the pain of the training, wishing that the safe zone's healing function would work constantly, not only when you enter it.

But unfortunately for him, he knew that this tutorial are cold and ruthless.

Nothing of taking refuge or training forever, because in six months the food will run out.

Nothing of eating monsters, because they will disappear in a matter of seconds.

Still, the day has not come of nobody has found water or food to eat in the floor's biomes.

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Although here you can overpass your mortal limits and also can buy skills to become stronger, The tower adjusts its difficulty on each floor.

All skills have limits, and although the system assists you, it will make you feel their prices one way or another.

Although here you can surpass your mortal limits with training, your body will still recover at a normal rhythm.

Leaving and entering the safe zone will not activate the healing function. as if someone were watching you, this function will only activate when necessary.

There wasn't an easy escape, only a hard path where your blood would spring hopelessly from your body, either due to injuries or over effort.

How is the boy case, who blood constantly flows from his nose and his red eyes during each training session, all for the sake of taking advantage of every second.

And so, second by second, hour by hour, week by week, and month by month, the boy managed to maintain eight goblins at the same time permanently by the sixth month.

Even with these numbers, the boy couldn't block all the corridors, but he was sure that he would still pass this floor.

And so he did. Taking advantage of their poor intelligence, the boy advanced calmly while goblin batches changed direction towards the wall with lances, like moths heading toward a flame.

They were more numerous and stronger than the boy's group, and on many occasions, they surpassed the defenses. However, they were brutes, and without any weapons or armor in their possession, they easily fell under the practice weapons of the boy's group.

So, despite being tired and with many injuries, the boy arrived at the fourth floor with a smile on his face.