Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

Sora took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. "I accept your challenge," he said, his voice carrying across the gathered captains. "But let me make a request. If I lose today, I'll want a rematch in three days, before the war resumes."

A murmur of surprise spread through the crowd. A level 62 challenging a level 95 player and claiming he could surpass them him in just three days? It sounded like arrogance, or maybe just ignorance. The captains exchanged glances, wondering whether Sora was bold or simply delusional.

But Richard wasn't laughing. He had seen that look in Sora's eyes before. It was the same look he had worn when he was 13 years old, telling his parents and friends he would be the strongest player in their city. He had been mocked, dismissed as a kid with impossible goals, but he had fought and clawed his way to the top of Europe. Now, as he stood before this man with that same fire in his eyes, Richard couldn't bring himself to mock him.

He nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "When I win, there'll be a rematch in three days. And I'll win again."

There was no doubt in Richard's mind. He was a genius who had fought above his level many times, but the gap between him and Sora was immense. Level suppression was crushing, and the difference in their strength was too great for Sora to overcome in just three days. Still, Richard respected the ambition he saw in Sora.

The crowd parted, creating a circle around the two. Sora prepared himself mentally, knowing this would be one of the toughest battles he had ever faced.