As soon as Alden tapped on the crimson orb of his supreme ability, a blinding light exploded outward.
When he opened his eyes, he was back in his bedroom, on his bed.
The sun was screaming with light from outside the window.
It took Alden a few minutes before his eyes adjusted.
Finally back home.
The trial this time had clarified a lot of things for him…
… and at the same time gave him more questions than answers.
Each of those chambers was a different lesson.
But what stuck with him the most—Was just how weak he still was.
Tsk. If only I were one of those anime protagonists… weak one day, god the next.
But Alden knew better than to be delusional.
He had learned enough about life to know reality didn't play fair.
It didn't just test you—it toyed with you. Waited for you to break.
And when you did?
That's when it gets creative.
Because the worst thing wasn't the breaking.
No.
The worst thing was what came after.
