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    They were gathered now inside Luke’s cave, only the main group. It was the one place they could speak without half-truths, without hiding their powers, without pretending they were completely in control. A board had been set up against the wall, covered in papers and sketches. They’d already discussed their plans over the past few months, but this was the final meeting.

    A rough drawing of the castle dominated the center. Ronan pointed at it. “I’ll start with my theory. There’s a demon in there.”

    Groans rose immediately. “Still with that theory?” Mason muttered.

    Ronan sighed. “It’s the most likely one. We had a stone angel before, now it’s time for a demon. That’s what I think is waiting inside.”

    “And how exactly do you think a demon works?” Eleanor asked. “How do you even fight one?”

    “I don’t know. Crosses? Holy water?” Evangeline suggested.

    Luke stayed quiet while the debate deepened.

    Mason stepped forward to the front of the circle. “My theory is that it’s a stone golem.”

    “What’s a golem like?” Luke asked.

    “Golems can take any damn shape,” Erza said flatly. “Terrible theory.”

    Allison moved closer to the board. “From what we know about the mechanism rooms, there was once a civilization of ancient beings who worshiped a six-eyed entity seated on a throne. They called it the Architect. That was from an era when the race of angels still existed. Maybe it’s some kind of undead. The King could be that six-eyed being.”

    “The Midnight Lord at least has a good chance of being undead,” Evangeline added.

    “Or a really big statue,” Luke said.

    Their clues were the Midnight Warden and the Midnight Watcher.

    Pinned at the top of the board was a sheet of paper with a single word written in large, bold letters: Level?

    They were facing three final bosses, and that question haunted not only their group but everyone else in the tutorial. What level were the bosses—especially the last one, the Midnight King?

    “The Beast Lord was level eighty-three,” Luke said.

    “And the Orc Lord was seventy,” Allison added.

    The unease was clear. These three bosses were almost certainly stronger than the Beast Lord, and he alone had been capable of taking on an entire army. Now they would be facing three of them.

    “The plan to restrain the Midnight King so Luke can finish him off is our best shot,” Erza said. “But you all remember what we discussed about ranks, right?”

    Luke had learned a lot about how ranks worked during his time training with her. Every being started at the lowest point—Rank F. It was the first step into the system. Within each rank, there were three stages, like climbing a mountain from base to peak. Everyone started at level zero at the base, growing stronger as they ascended, gaining more attributes with each step.

    Skills, of course, could make someone far more powerful—able to take down opponents much stronger than themselves—but attributes couldn’t be dismissed. They were what turned a fragile human body into something capable of surviving a hit with the force of a train.

    Up to level 25 was considered the early stage of Rank F. From level 25 to 40 was the mid stage, and from 40 to 50 was the peak. The rank was tied to the race level, which took the longest to increase. Race levels were gained through a broader range of activities, which made the process slower. They benefited from experience points earned through class, profession, and even simple actions like reading or walking long distances. That was why leveling up the race took more time; it required much more experience due to its broader scope.

    Starting at level 50, when Rank E became available, the body would change, growing stronger and evolving from Rank F to Rank E. The transformation completely assimilated all that accumulated power and rebuilt a new, more powerful body from the ground up, capable of withstanding a greater number of attribute points.

    Rank E ranged from level 50 to 99, and that was where things truly began to escalate. Rank F only offered a small glimpse of what was to come, allowing people to push their class up to level 60, just enough to tempt them with the next tier of power. If Luke had never triggered a class mutation, he would’ve capped out as an Assassin at level 50, earning the same standard stat gains as always: +2 Agility, +1 Strength, +1 Vitality, +1 Perception, and +1 Free Point per level.


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    But at level 50, his class evolved—and the system rewarded him with an absurd leap in attributes: +10 Strength, +7 Perception, +6 Agility, +6 Vitality, +6 Intelligence, +5 Endurance, and +8 Free Points.

    In 50 as an Assassin, he would have gained 50 free points. In just 10 levels as a Demonic Predator, he’d earned 80. That was the real difference—what happened once you broke past level 50.

    “In terms of raw power, the Midnight Lord might actually be stronger than the Beast Lord,” Ronan said.

    “If he’s about ten levels higher, that’d put him around level ninety-three,” Mason added.

    “Then all that’s left is to figure out where the Witch and the King rank in comparison,” Allison murmured.

    A short silence followed.

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