[A unique trait has been detected.]
[Would you like to view your Special Trait?]
[Yes / No]
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Grimm stared at the glowing text, a faint smirk curving his lips.
"Of course," he whispered. "Show me everything."
The moment the words left his mouth, a new screen shimmered into existence before his eyes.
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Trait:
[Absolute Body]
Description:
Your body has been reforged by an unknown element, transcending the boundaries of logic itself.
Rank: (???)
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Effect(s):
→ Health, Stamina, and Energy naturally regenerate over time, even without rest or resources.
→ Immune to all forms of illness, poison, curse, corruption, or negative status effects.
→ Physical exertion and fatigue are significantly reduced.
→ Body automatically adapts to environmental extremes such as heat, cold, pressure, or radiation.
→ Damaged body parts regenerate naturally over time; healing resources accelerate the process.
→ Greatly increased resistance to physical and magical manipulation.
Special Effect(s):
(Locked — Requirements not met)
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Grimm's eyes widened, his gaze glued to the screen, the kind of look someone gives when the universe just slipped them a cheat code. His jaw fell open — a perfect O, as if he was trying to swallow the entire panel.
"No way," he breathed. "This… this is insane."
He knew his body had changed during that brutal reconstruction in the void — he'd felt the difference earlier — but this? This was absurd.
It was as if someone had taken his body, hit factory reset, installed every premium upgrade available, and then overclocked the processor for fun.
His mind started spinning with ridiculous fantasies: endless grinding sessions while others slept, a body that never tired, never fell ill, never said I can't. A grin spread across his face until his cheeks ached. He'd read about immortal bodies back on Earths novels — dismissed them as wishful nonsense.
Now he was living it.
And the best part? There were still locked special effects. The thought made his pulse quicken. Whatever they were, he doubted they'd be ordinary. Probably something dramatic and over-the-top — but that was a mystery for another day.
For now, he had one priority: EXP.
Of course, the Tower had impeccable timing.
A low growl rippled through the mist. Grimm's head turned sharply. Between the ferns, a lithe, wolf-like creature padded forward — its silver fur bristling, eyes gleaming like molten steel.
[Greyhound]
-Level: 1
-HP: 100%
-Skills: —
-Strength: D | Agility: C | Defense: E
Grimm's grin returned. "Perfect."
Greyhounds — apex predators of the first floor. Stealth hunters. Masters of ambush. Normally they struck from shadows, never revealing themselves until their prey was half-dead.
Yet this one charged straight out of the fog. Broad daylight. Frontal assault.
Weird… but lucky for him, he wasn't here for monster psychology. He was here to farm EXP.
"Sweet," he muttered, voice low and eager. "Come on, little EXP packet."
He didn't wait for the beast to move. Grimm shot forward, closing the distance in one explosive burst — a predator's rush meeting another's head-on.
Steel met flesh.
The Greyhound's reflexes were sharp, but not sharper than a body reforged by the impossible. Grimm's first swing carved deep across its flank, sending a spray of crimson into the air.
The beast howled, twisting to counter, but Grimm was already inside its guard. His second strike drove through the joint under its shoulder. It staggered, claws tearing at the dirt, breath rasping in agony.
One final, clean cut across the throat — and silence fell.
The wolf collapsed in a heap.
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-[You have slain: Greyhound (Lv. 1)]
-[You have received experience ×2!]
-[Would you like to devour Greyhound?]
[Yes] / [No]
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Grimm didn't hesitate. "Yes."
A ghostly maw shimmered above the corpse — massive, spectral, and silent. It devoured the remains in one sweeping motion, leaving only the faint hum of power behind.
-[You have devoured: Greyhound.]
-[+1 agility obtained.]
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A rush of heat surged through his limbs — liquid lightning spreading beneath his skin. Grimm's grin widened.
And like that, the hunt continued.
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Hours slipped by like shadows.
Before Grimm knew it, night had already swallowed the forest.
He sat high in the boughs of a colossal tree, moonlight glinting down on his battered body The moon floated above the sky, pale light spilling through the leaves.
Blood crusted on his forearms. His sword bore cracks like spiderwebs. The leather of his gear groaned with every movement. He looked exhausted — but his eyes were alive, burning with quiet satisfaction.
He'd been hunting nonstop since daybreak. The ground below was littered with proof — broken twigs, crushed ferns, and the faint metallic scent of blood.
To an outsider would've seen him from the ground they might have thought he was reckless — a rookie who broke the Tower's golden rule: don't stick around after a fight. Attracting attention was a survival no-no
But Grimm wasn't worried.
No beasts would come near him tonight — mainly because he'd already cleared everything that would've dared.
Amusingly, most of them had come running to him.
At first, he thought the sound of battle was attracting them. But then he noticed something strange — they weren't behaving like normal beasts.
The Greyhound, for example, had charged head-on instead of ambushing. Every other monster had done the same — mindlessly attacking like he'd trashed their turf.
"Floor anomaly? Hidden event? Tower glitch?" he muttered, leaning against the bark. "Who knows."
He grinned faintly. "Not that I care. As long as it keeps raining EXP, I'll take it."
He opened his status window.
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[Grimm]
-Rank: Wood
-Level: 5 [87%]
-Profession: Locked (Quest In Progress)
-Talent: S-Rank — Devour
-Innate Talent: EX-Rank — Infinite Boost
-Vitality: 100%
-Mana: 100%
Stats
Physical:
↳ [Strength: 23 | Endurance: 18 | Agility: 20]
Mental:
↳ [Intelligence: 9 | Focus: 5 | Perception: 15]
⟣ Stat Points Available: 16
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Grimm whistled softly. "Five levels in one day… not bad."
Most newbies barely reached Level 2 or 3 by nightfall — some didn't even survive that long. But for him? It was almost leisurely.
He tapped open his next objective.
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[Profession Assignment Quest — Active]
→ Hunt as many beasts as possible before day's end.
→ Performance will determine Profession Grade.
Time Left: 00:10:47
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"Ten minutes left, huh?" he muttered, stretching his neck. "Let's see what I get."
He leaned back, eyes half-closed, waiting as the final seconds bled away.
When the timer hit zero, the screen flickered again.
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[Analyzing performance…]
[Killing Efficiency: High]
[Performance Rating: EXCELLENT]
[Generating Profession — please wait…]
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Grimm smiled faintly. "Excellent, huh? Can't say I'm surprised."
Moments later, the system chimed again.
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[Congratulations!]
[Unlocked Profession: Berserk]
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Grimm blinked. "Berserk?"
He exhaled through his nose, calm."Well… that's a bit underwhelming."
Still, he didn't frown. He'd already gained more in a single day than most players would ever dream of — EX-Rank inate talent, an absurd body, and lots of Exp.
He was about to close the panel when it suddenly flashed red.
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[ERROR!]
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Grimm's expression froze. Then horror cracked across his face.
"Fuck—!"