Rules for fights had always been simple.
The stronger one wins.
That was the unspoken law carved into every battlefield, every dungeon, every clash of steel and fang.
But even the simplest rule was never without its hidden edges.
Strength alone was rarely enough.
There were always conditions—terrain, stamina, timing, skill, even luck—that determined whether one lived or died.
The same principles applied to leveling.
At its core, it was about dominance: crush the foe, reap the reward.
But the gains never came as easily as one would hope.
"Fuck…"
SSWWWISSSHHHH!!!
My blade carved through the air, cleaving cleanly into the [Para Abyss] in front of me.
The monster shrieked, its inhuman voice gurgling as ichor splattered across the cracked stone.
Its grotesque frame—roughly the size of a warhorse—shuddered, its many limbs thrashing.
Its body bore twisted humanlike features, its eyeless face splitting open into a maw lined with shadowy teeth.
