as risen by 100 , your Mana capacity at increase

sage popped up

muttered to myself, my voice

not dying tod

action was far from typical; rather than fear, I felt a surge of defiance and resolve. The demon observed me with a mix

en you mad," the demon remarked, its

esence just saved my life," I retorted firmly, gesturing towards the lurking

the demon responded dismis

hat," I acknowledged, "but nonet

lly for a moment, then uttered

oved forward with menacing intent

ared. With a swift motion, I channeled my newfound strength into a skill, invoking "

rapped in the dungeon," I thought, my mind

he demon asked, its voice betraying

eet in hell," I replied crypticall

d under my breath, prepari

ed, almost to myself, before everything

esent as the system messag

student

ning

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g bone a

. . . . . 40% . . . . . . 70%

scrutinized the data presented before me. Adjusting to the rapid changes, I carefully reviewed the details and without

current technological landscape, impersonation was as simple as activating a pho

xtensive genetic modifications upon forging a pact with a demon. These alterations were necess

less as their bodies could contain the power given to them by the devils they made a pact with, like Professor Ga

villains. The consequences of not checking whether someone was an imposter could potentially be disastrous. Imagine what would happen if a

l system, he/she could suddenly discharge all of the electrical power inside o

strict checks and procedures getting installed by the company creatin

ride the system and kill everyone present, right? Actually,

ntial heroes into villains. He was what was called a 'manager' or an 'agent'. His main responsibility was to turn s

psules. Especially if this was happening inside of the lock, where several highly ranked heroes resided. They

orm such a high-risk maneuver to kill an individual a

the demon he made a contract with to get rid of Vincent, he wou

denly got rid of the mini-boss, Vincent would never go through an

transform, enveloped in a blinding lig

from beneath my feet, their roots delving into soft, crumbly soil that gradually swallowed my steps. To

n that greeted my fingertips. The bark felt weathered, akin to the lines and wrinkles of an elderly visage. Its su

y real, defying the typical digital

d, captivated by the immersiv

Roy White -

shing realism of the trees around me, a no

tification with a swipe,

ted with one point, and every teammate lost a point upon deat

ttered across the map. At the test's conclusion, a ranking

ates. Though the professor hadn't explicitly mentioned it du

d crafted this

apparent simplicity, I understood the challenge it posed. With minimal information

based on their initial academy registration. For me, it

ed in approval. The katana felt identical to those provided by the

its scabbard, I cast a wary g

e rule: survival. He deliberately omitted specifics about

," I muttere

ted the sun's rays, illuminating vibrant green vegetation encircling the serene

ters. Carelessness could lead to injury or worse, a game-ending demise. Yet any wounds incurred here wouldn

d. From this vantage point, I could see black, opaque water suddenly surging and seeth

drop-off leading to a narrow gorge below. Jagged rocks jutted out from the walls of the gorge, and a smal

f awe at the power of nature. I paused, absorbing the serenity