He opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, golden light particles twinkling in front of him.
"Am I dead?" he muttered.
The floating sensation felt oddly peaceful. The burning pain from before was gone.
"So this is how it feels to die… not bad," he said with a faint laugh.
A blue translucent screen popped up. His vision cleared, and the golden lights faded away.
His expression darkened immediately.
"Of course not. Since this damn thing is still here." He smiled irritably. "Can't I even die in peace?"
He let out a breath. "Fine. Let's see what it is."
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Hidden Achievement
You have achieved a great feat, surpassing the limits that bound you by killing 100 Monsters.
Reward– Grow Fast! You Dumb Kid
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He stared blankly.
"What the— first a hidden task, now a hidden achievement?"
He rubbed his forehead. "Whatever. I'm sure this will be garbage too, but let's see."
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Skill – Grow Fast! You Dumb Kid
Description – There once lived a great Priestess of Time. Though blind, she was said to be the most beautiful of her era. She behaved like a child, not out of ignorance, but because her heart was too pure and kind for the cruelty of the world.
She possessed divine authority over time itself. With a mere prayer, she could reverse or advance the flow of time of the body, restoring wounds, undoing injuries, even mending what seemed beyond repair.
She had glory, faith, admiration—everything one could desire.
But such brilliance breeds envy.
One night, a severely injured warrior sought shelter at her church. Without hesitation, she healed him. She never sensed the malice in his heart.
By morning, the church was stained with blood.
The warrior fled after causing chaos, leaving destruction behind. Her robes were torn in the struggle. When others arrived, they saw only fragments of the scene—blood, disorder, and misunderstanding.
Rumors spread. Whispers turned to accusations. Those who envied her influence seized the opportunity.
The people who once praised her now doubted her. The faithful turned cold. Protests rose demanding her removal.
The church she loved was burned. The few who defended her were silenced.
She lost everything.
In despair, she realized her mistake was not weakness, but blind trust. Yet even then, she could not abandon her kindness entirely.
So she used her divine power one final time—not to heal others, but upon herself.
She accelerated the flow of her own time, forcing herself to grow, to mature, to harden her heart against the world.
Thus, the gentle authority over time became a cruel lesson carved into her own existence.
Simplified Description –
Can accelerate the time flow of the user's entire body at a significantly faster rate.
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He stared at the screen, mouth slightly open.
"…What the hell."
Then his eyes widened.
"Wait. That means I can heal my injuries faster."
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Did I just get something actually useful instead of trash?"
He leaned closer. His eyes narrowed.
"Wait… it says whole body."
Silence.
"Whole body?"
His expression twisted.
"You're telling me I'll age faster if I use this?"
He threw his hands up. "Why did I even think for one second that you'd give me something good?"
"So it's basically saying I'll turn into an old hag speedrun edition."
He glared at the screen. "You piece of trash. I'm never using this."
Before he could continue, the ground began shaking violently.
He struggled to balance himself. "What is this? An earthquake?"
Huge rocks started falling from the dungeon ceiling. He barely managed to dodge them.
"Oh come on, why now?!"
Clenching his teeth, he sprinted toward the exit while avoiding the falling debris.
"Almost there—"
A massive crash echoed.
The exit was buried under rubble.
The shaking slowly stopped.
He stared at the blocked path with a stiff smile. "It's finally over… great. Now how am I supposed to get out?"
He tried pushing the debris. It didn't move an inch.
"I have to do something. Wait for someone? No chance. This dungeon is trash-tier. No one comes here."
He looked around the empty corridor.
"If I stay, I'll starve. Or die of thirst even sooner."
He paced anxiously. "Think. Think."
Then he froze.
"Wait… there's another way."
"The teleportation circle. It's in the boss room."
He swallowed.
"If I'm going to die either way…"
A black translucent screen appeared in front of him.
He blinked. "What now?"
He stepped closer.
"Can't you see I'm thinking—"
He stopped mid-sentence as he read it.
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Task – Kill 100 Goblins
Progression – 111/100
Reward – 2nd Chance in 100 Years
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He stared at the skill.
"…2nd chance?"
"Now what is it?" he muttered.
The black screen flickered once before expanding.
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Description – A gift from a mysterious god to his beloved, crafted with twisted devotion upon the completion of a trial. Created in secret fear of losing what she cherished most.
Simplified Description – The user can be revived even without a remaining body, as long as the soul is not destroyed.
Cooldown Time – 876000 Hours
Currently in Cooldown – 875999 Hours 55 Minutes 43 Seconds
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He blinked.
"What the hell… so that lunatic really is a god."
He scratched his head. "Figures. Only a god would can do this with me."
Then his eyes locked onto the simplified description.
"…Revived?"
His mouth slowly opened.
"I can revive?"
A shaky laugh escaped him. "Hell yes. Finally. Finally something overpowered."
His eyes almost watered. "I take back what I said about you, Lunatic."
Then he looked down.
"Cooldown… eight hundred seventy-five thousand…"
He went silent as the seconds ticked.
"…Hours."
His face went blank.
"That's a hundred years."
He inhaled slowly.
"I'm not taking back anything."
He stared at the screen again. And then—
A grin crept across his face.
"…Actually, this is exactly what I need right now."
A low chuckle slipped out.
"Hehehe…"
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In The Boss Room
A massive goblin general stood there, gripping a greatsword in one hand as if it weighed nothing. Its body was thick with muscle, its presence suffocating. Sharp teeth gleamed beneath a twisted grin.
Lucas stopped at the entrance.
"…I changed my mind," he muttered with a stiff smile.
"Can't we talk this out?" he said, laughing nervously.
The goblin general roared and rushed forward, greatsword cutting through the air.
"Okay, negotiation failed!"
A massive swing tore toward him. He barely dodged, feeling the wind pressure slice past his face.
He pivoted and slashed at its back.
"Now take th—"
Clang.
Nothing. Not even a scratch.
He blinked.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
Another swing. He dodged again.
A third swing.
"Haha! You can't even touch me with that thing!"
The next moment, his body lifted off the ground.
The goblin general had caught him mid-movement.
"…What?"
The massive hand tightened around him and lifted him near its mouth, rumbling with deep laughter.
"Is this guy laughing at me?" he muttered, irritated.
"Fine. Let's do it your way."
He leaned forward and bit down hard on its hand.
The goblin howled.
He spat blood from his mouth. "Disgusting."
With his free arm, he drove his sword straight into one of its eyes.
The goblin shrieked in fury.
Lucas dropped to the ground and wiped his mouth. "How was that?" he asked with a wild grin.
The goblin general went berserk.
Its movements grew faster.
"Wait… did it just get faster?"
A heavy swing crashed down. He dodged. Barely.
Another swing.
Then suddenly—
The goblin hurled its greatsword.
"Shi—"
The blade slammed into him and hurled him into the wall.
The air left his lungs. Blood spilled from his mouth.
"…That wasn't in the plan," he muttered with a faint smile.
The goblin gernal approached slowly.
Lucas looked up at it.
"Well? What now?" he asked with a strangely calm, almost bright dying smile.
The goblin grabbed him again.
"…Good," he thought. "Now we test it."
The massive jaws opened.
Darkness closed in.
And then—
He was swallowed whole.