He planned to spend those 505,000 EXP on skills so he would be completely without EXP. Because there was a possibility that he might die in the test and he didn't want to throw 505,000 EXP into the trash just like that.
[Swift Cascade lvl: 1 -> level 2]
[Poison Layer lvl: 1 -> level 2]
[Fire Lance lvl: 1 -> level 2]
[Fire Lance lvl: 2 -> level 3]
Flain was left with only 30,000 EXP which couldn't be put into anything anymore, so Flain was ready. He clicked [Yes].
The space around darkened and he found himself in darkness. At the same time, all around him in the ground were various weapons stuck, from pitchforks to gigantic crossbows the size of an elephant.
[Please choose a weapon.]
Flain stood in the middle of the darkness, around his feet the blades of weapons stuck in the ground gleamed. The air was dead, only the silence of his breath interrupted the deep quiet.
He walked among the weapons until two caught his eye — two big swords, exactly his style.
