|Name- Xaren

  Race- High-Demender- Male

  Age- 12

  Level- 101

  Existence Level- Master (Inferior)

  Titles- Low-Rank Newborn Demon, Irregur, Lesser Giant Syer, Bck Fire Demon, Grey Demon.

  Css- Graviton Swordsman

  Health– D+

  Energy- C-

  Strength– C-

  Agility– D+

  Durability- D

  Intelligence- D+

  dition- Slightly Tired.

  Magic Tiers- Fire Tier 2, Darkier 1, Gravity Tier 2, Space Tier 0.

  Skills- Language prehension, Energy trol, Energy Bst, Swordsmanship (P), Gravity Magic (T), Gravity Sphere, Tenacity, Danger Sense.

  Unique Skills- Child of Gravity. |

  ‘My stats have ged more than I expected.

  I thought I'd only get one C- stat, but I've got two. Everything else, except Durability, is D+.’

  After examining his stats, Xaren noticed something he had overlooked earlier, as it had beey before.

  ‘Oh, I got a bat Css. Graviton Swordsman?’

  He focused on the Css, and another diaphanous board appeared in his field of view, detailing its description.

  |Graviton Swordsman;

  Type; Unon bat Css.

  Description:

  A warrior who ies gravity magito their melee bat. This css specializes in using ons, particurly swords, to manipute the battlefield with gravitational forces.

  Abilities:

  Enhanced swordsmanship with gravity-irikes, localized gravity manipution to hinder enemies or enhanent, and the ability to create gravity-based shields. |

  ‘Gravity-based shields? That would be useful for defence, especially since my Durability is lower than my other stats.’

  Xaren's mind first focused on the defensive abilities of the Css, then moved on to the support and offensive aspects.

  After studying the Css, he turo his Magic Affinity list and saw that his Fire and Gravity affinities had been upgraded by a Tier.

  ‘Well, one's main affinity 't stay at Tier 1 when they're a Master Realm. No surprise there.

  Guess I use higher-level magiow without issues. I do have to learn said magic, though.’

  He quickly gnced over that part and then sed his skill tab, notig a new addition at the end.

  ‘Danger Sense?! I got an Ultra Rare Skill!?’

  Xarehe Danger Sense skill. It had beloo the Adjutant of his Brigade’s anding el in his previous life.

  It was a sensory skill that would trigger an arm in the user's head in respoo 'dangerous' phenomena.

  Uher simir skills that required specific triggers, Danger Sense worked retive to the situation of its user, and alerted them to danger, or whatever would stitute a danger in their current situation.

  Whether visible or hidden, immi or distant, the skill would always detect danger retive to the situation.

  What’s more, it didn’t cost too muergy to maintain.

  “Are you that happy about being a Low Rank?”

  Ilya’s question broke Xaren’s train of thought, drawing his attention to her. She was staring at him with her obsidian eyes, her head tilted slightly in curiosity.

  “Why do you ask?” Xaren responded, mirr her head motion.

  “Well, you were smiling from ear to ear…”

  Her remark made Xaren realize she had mistaken his excitement over acquiring the Danger Sense skill for joy at reag Low Rank. Rather than correg her, he simply nodded and turhe question back to her.

  “What about you? Aren’t you happy?”

  “I am. Just not as much as you seem to be,” Ilya responded as she pushed the b off her legs and swung her feet to the floor. Rising from the bed, she tinued.

  “After all, being a Low Rank is just the beginning. Sure, we’re above Level 100 now, but levelling up is only going to get harder from here.

  you imagine how tough it’s going to be when we reach Level 200? 400? 800?”

  She let out a small sigh, her expression thoughtful. “When I think about all the effort it’ll take to reach those levels, it kind of dampens the excitement.”

  Her pragmatic reason struck a chord with Xaren, though it carried a tinge of pessimism that he wasn’t expeg.

  He leaned back slightly, his arms resting on the bed behind him as he observed her pag slowly by her bedside, probably trying tain feeling in her legs which hadn’t been active for days.

  After a moment of ption, he spoke calmly, “Yeah, it’s going to get harder.”

  Xarehis from first-hand experience.

  “But isn’t that what makes it worth it? If it were easy, it wouldn’t feel like much of an aplishment.”

  Ilya paused at his words, gng at him over her shoulder. Her expression didn’t ge a bit as she responded.

  “I guess. But it’s easy to say that now, when we’re still at the beginning. Let’s see if you still think that way after weeks or years of grinding for every tiny gain.”

  The young demoness recalled a versation she had overheard months ago between two Low Mid-Rank demons. They had been mog each other, and one had remarked about the other being over a hundred years old.

  ‘A hundred years and still a Mid-Rank Demon? How many years would it take to reach High-Rank—her?’

  The mere thought stirred a wave of pessimism in her, a creepi that settled in her chest. She only snapped out of it when she heard Xaren chuckle at her earlier respoo him, a sound that carried both amusement and resignation.

  “Fair enough. But I think it’s better to focus on the progress we’ve made rather than w too much about what’s ahead. We just became Low Rank. That’s worth celebrating, isn’t it?”

  As Xaren spoke, he climbed out of bed, stretg his arms aing out a faint yawn. His gaze shifted around the room, taking in the arra of beds in the ward.

  “The level of teology here is higher than I thought,” he muttered the observation to himself, his attentioling on the devices peatly on the desk beside his bed.

  Each bed had its own desk, plete with high-quality equipment—at least, from his perspective.

  “Level of teo-what now?”

  Ilya tried parroting his words but gave up halfway, her brow furrowing in mild fusion.

  Xaren simply gestured around the room.

  “The beds, the equipment, the whole room. Everything is higher in quality thauff we’ve been using up until now.”

  When he expi like that, Ilya nodded in agreement, gng around. pared to their previous aodations, which felt like they beloo a poor rural vilge, this pce was more akin to a bustling city’s modest three-star hotel.

  “That makes sense. I guess this is the treatment reserved for demons who’ve gained a ‘Rank’—not the ‘Unranked’ status we had before.”

  Her reasoning was sound, and Xaren found himself nodding along as he tiretg to work out the stiffness in his limbs. Ilya, however, wasn’t doalking.

  “Speaking of ranks, I think you’ve probably broken some kind of record.

  You’ve only been out of the newborn stage for a few days, right? I overheard one of the Mid-Rank demoioning it before I lost sciousness.”

  Ilya’s words caught him off guard, aumbled slightly, nearly losing his ba because of the idea of breaking a record, but because she had iently reminded him of a fact he had been trying tet.

  In just eight days, he had achieved what had taken him nearly eight months in his previous life.

  ‘Is this the levelling speed of a High Breed? Then how fast do Ard Greater Breeds level up?’

  Xaren was intrigued by the thought but k wasn’t a question he’d get answered anytime soon. Deg to set it aside for now, he finished his stretches and turo ask Ilya something.

  Before he could speak, the sound of a door opening caught his attention. From the far end of a short passage eg to the ward, someoered.

  “Oh, you two are finally awake? Good. Any longer, and I might’ve kicked you off those beds myself.”

  Floch’s familiar voice filled the ward as the t 7-foot-tall Fire Demon strode in. His gaze nded on Xaren, and one of his eyebrows quirked upward.

  “And you’re bigger as well.”

  When Floch poi out, Xaren noticed that his line of sight was a bit higher than before. It seemed his body had grown to aodate the power he now possessed as a Level 101.

  Though he’d only grown two inches—now standing at 4’8”—he wasn’t aware of the exact measurement. After all, he hadn’t had the luxury or tools to check his height so far.

  “Holy, when I picked you up, I had a feeling you’d be different. But it’s only been a few days, and you’re already a Low Rank. What’s your secret?”

  Xaren blinked in surprise at Floch’s question. After a moment, he gave a small shrug and replied.

  “I wish I knew.”

  He had assumed his rapid levelling speed was tied to his Race Breed, but if Floch—who knew he was a High Demon—was asking, then it raised some doubts.

  Either his levelling speed wasn’t due to his breed, or it was, and Floch simply wasn’t aware of such a feature.

  To Xaren’s answer, Floch burst into hearty ughter.

  “So even you don’t know your secret. Bahaha!!”