Suho’s movements were nothing short of a living disaster. He had started leveling up again from scratch, but the force that moved his body now was the deeply-ingrained history of struggle, etched into his very bones through countless brushes with death.0

Before leveling up, Suho had moved like an intricate machine, striking each fanatic’s vital point with the most efficient path possible. Now, Suho was a storm, standing at the eye, tearing through his enemies. Wherever he passed, streams of black blood burst like fountains. Monsters wearing the mask of humanity fell one after another. The more death piled up in this world, the frequency of flickering, like static interference on a screen, began to increase. The peaceful campus scenery and the grotesque, mucus-covered cavern of the Outer Gods began to flash back and forth without pause.0

“Excellent! You’re doing wonderfully!” Kandiaru shouted in a voice filled with joy. “Kill more! The more of them you kill, the more experience you gain. And with each point of it, the laws sustaining this world begin to rupture! Like that, right there!”0

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