Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

He felt fluctuations behind him. Turning around, he noticed the dungeon exit had opened.

Sora didn't rush to leave. Instead, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, and activated a skill.

A red glow pulsed around his fingertips as the first drop of Blood Essence formed, hovering in the air.

Unlike before, he didn't pour too much power into it. Just a fraction of what he could, keeping the energy condensed and controlled.

One drop. Then another. Then ten.

A hundred. A thousand.

A familiar voice scoffed in his mind.

"You're insane." Twelve muttered.

Sora barely acknowledged him. He continued. His focus sharpened as more and more drops formed before him.

Ten thousand. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand.

Seventy clicked his tongue. "You say that like it's a bad thing. If you ask me, the crazy ones are Norj and Abbott. They knew what kind of power he had, and they didn't finish the job." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

Sora's focus almost wavered, but he didn't stop.

Two hundred thousand. Five hundred thousand.

Each drop was meticulously refined, shaped, and stored.

Surprisingly, he barely felt the toll on his bloodline, nor the drop in his experience.

A million.

Finally, Sora stopped.

He breathed slowly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His level had dropped by one, his bloodline density had thinned slightly.

'It doesn't matter.' He thought, focused.

He opened the description of one of the drops and smiled.

[Human Blood Essence - Bloodline Quality: S. Level 50]

[Description: Extracted from player Ralph Eden. Can be consumed by beings with hot blood. Grants experience and part of the Human Bloodline.]

His bloodline research team had done well—pushing his quality from A to S. Not that it mattered right now.

Twelve peeked at the floating mass of essence. "...You're actually out of your mind."

Seventy snorted. "No, this is brilliant."

One Hundred-Seven crossed his arms. "A million? Are we going to die a thousand times each?"

Sora grinned. "Oh, that is up to you. Do whatever you want with them."

Twelve's annoyed voice was heard. "Don't tell them that..."

Sora held up a drop between his fingers, letting it shine in the dim lights of the dungeon.

"In the past, every time one of us resetted, we lost everything. Our levels. Our progress." He twirled the drop between his fingers. "But not anymore."

Sora chuckled. "Once we stamp these with my [Soul Stamp], they'll be ours forever. Every time we reset, we use a drop, hit level 50 instantly, and we're back in the fight before anyone even realizes we are back."

Twelve whistled again. "Everything is ready now. I'm itching for a fight. Give us our bodies back!"

Sora frowned. "I told you to stop whistling in my mind… Why are you so annoying?"

Seventy snorted. "Just hurry up, Boss. We need to go."

Sora rolled his shoulders. "Fine. Get ready."

He closed his eyes.

A pulse of Soul Power rippled outward, and the thousand fragments of his being stirred within him, their consciousnesses sharpening like blades prepared for battle.

His [Alter Ego] skill surged to life.

One by one, his soul split—again and again.

Each Alter Ego took form, bodies materializing from the very essence of his existence. Flesh and bone created from his will and mana. Strength, skills, and memories flowed back into them as they resurrected.

Twelve cracked his knuckles, grinning as he rolled his shoulders. "Finally. I was getting sick of sitting around in your head."

Seventy stretched. "Damn, it's been a while since I felt air on my skin. Let's hope this time, we actually get a challenge."

One Hundred-One slowly lifted his sword, his eyes burning with anticipation.

As the last body solidified, Sora took a final glance at his army. A thousand warriors. Each one forged from his power. Each one itching for a fight.

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He raised a hand, [Soul Stamp] appeared in his hand. One by one, the Blood Essence drops were marked—permanently binding them to their new owners.

The Alter Egos' started cheering.

'Time for the next step.' Sora thought.

He opened the streaming platform interface, and registered himself.

After a while, a notification appeared.