Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

Morgan looked at Salim in disbelief. "Hannah? That's impossible. She's one of the players dedicating everything to making the world a better place. And I know her personally—she's not the kind of person who would do such a thing. How did you come to that conclusion?"

Salim's voice dropped lower. "Because, I know for sure, she failed to recruit someone I know. He paid for her failure to enroll him in her private army with his life."

"I don't have proof that she's responsible for the disappearance of hundreds of other players," Salim continued, "but from what I know, they all vanished under the exact same circumstances."

Sora, sitting beside Kara, who was still recovering, focused intently on the conversation beyond the veil. He didn't know how to react.

If Salim is right, and he doesn't strike me as someone who spouts nonsense, then that woman is a vixen, just like Kara suspected… Wow. But how did she pull all of this off? Is it some kind of innate ability? She's probably working with others,' he thought, trying to piece together her motivations and actions since their first meeting.

'She's asked me to meet her after the event. Is she planning to play tricks on me?' he wondered, considering what she might have in mind. 'She probably doesn't expect how much I've grown. This is giving me ideas.'

Morgan, visibly frustrated at his inability to get Salim to reveal how he knew Hannah was behind the strange events he described, eventually gave up. "I need to verify this information and investigate further before I can bring it up to the Board of Elders of [Gods]. If what you're saying is true, this could become a nightmare for us. Hannah holds a enormous amount of power."

As the fight in the arena concluded, Morgan stood. It was his turn to fight.

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While Sora and Kara were climbing the tower, six months passed in the real world. As they were fighting for their ranking on the 16th floor, something was happening to one of their acquaintances in Russia.

Two opposing forces had gathered for a confrontation. On one side, a woman with long silver hair and wearing a crimson armor floated in the sky, radiating immense power. Behind her stood a dozen of elite players, each at level 180, their presence extremely scary.

If one looked closely at guild tag, it appeared they were all from the same guild: [GODS].

On the other side stood a massive legion of monsters and undead that stretched to the horizon. Every undead was at least level 140, and they stood still, their silence betraying the incredible level of control exerted by an overwhelmingly powerful being. In stark contrast, the monsters roared and trembled with excitement, their gazes looking at a figure in the sky, with reverence and awe, as if witnessing the most important event of their lives.

Floating above the monstrous horde were two figures who appeared to command the entire army.

One of them appeared to be an Asian man, his features ordinary yet filled with a suffocating presence. If Sora had been there, he would have been shocked to see the man's face—an exact match to his own appearance in his first life. Yet, the name floating above the man's head made it clear he was not Sora.