Level: 58

[Strength: 109] [Dexterity: 102] [Stamina: 103]

[Senses: 100] [Intelligence: 101] [Magic: 105]

Skills: Dehama’s Armored Combat (D), Night Vision (E), Leap (E), Flame Arrow (D), Laphantella’s Crushing Sword (C), Hegaleus’s Rain of Fire (C), Lightning Strike (D), Curse Ward Seal (D), Leredonara’s Secret Blade (B), Sacred Flame’s Ember (C), Crimson Dragon’s Blood (A), Key to the Gates of Hell (C), Ackerman’s Construction Method (C), Filz’s Wind Barrier (C), Fire Spear Technique (D), Living Roots (D), Rapid Germination (D), Rulia’s Spring Water (C), Soul Extraction (B), Prayer of Healing (D), Skadi’s Tidal Wave (B), Kasma’s Red Wind (B), Sandstorm Dynasty’s Bullet (B), Dragon Bone Crafting (B), King of the Dead (S), Parma’s Charge (C), Azusa’s Blade Storm (B), Tutu’s Inverted Land (B)

*Unique Skills (45)

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Dalen stared blankly at the status window for a moment.

Seeing all his stats in triple digits felt almost surreal.

It was as if the time when he had lost his strength in the Abyss was a distant memory, his heart now pounding with superhuman vigor.

His bones and organs operated with the heat of dragon’s blood coursing through his veins, muscles moving with a dense magic that permeated everything.

Perhaps this is what it feels like to be reborn, he mused, adding a touch of exaggeration.

As he moved around, trying to get used to his new body, he sensed a presence behind him, coming from the direction of the cabin.

“So, you’ve finally made it here.”

Dalen turned his head.

The man wore a worn fur coat, an axe tucked into his belt, and a longsword strapped to his back.

His rugged face bore several prominent scars, and his chest and forearms, marked by the signs of countless battles, seemed as solid as metal forged through years of training.

Dalen habitually brought his hand to his chin, slowly stroking the stubble that had begun to grow, and asked, “Don’t tell me this snowy mountain is actually the seventh floor of the labyrinth.”