The walls and floor started moving in all directions—like pieces of a giant Rubik's Cube.
I didn't dare move, afraid that if I did, I would be crushed flat. So, I did the only thing that made sense at the time: I shut my eyes tight and prepared for death.
No amount of environmental awareness could stop something like this — not even my newly acquired skill.
The rumbling grew louder and louder until it felt like the entire castle was collapsing around me. Grinding walls closed in, inches away now, and the image of being crushed into meat paste kept flashing in my mind.
Then out of nowhere...it stopped.
I opened my eyes, and a glowing window popped up.
[Congratulations! You passed the test of composure]
[By not moving an inch, you showed an indomitable will to stay calm despite overwhelming odds.]
[You have earned B Rank . Would you like to accept it, or go for A Rank?]
A bitter laugh slipped out of me. Who would've thought that doing nothing would actually help me for once?
