As Taesan read through the description, he murmured to himself.

“Skill reset?”

This ability allowed him to reset the cooldown of a chosen skill, instantly making it available again. It reminded him of a similar skill he had once acquired in his past life. However, as he reviewed the details, his expression became more subdued.

“It’s not quite at that level, I see.”

The greatest strength of the *Skill Reset* from his past life wasn’t merely the cooldown reset. That was just an added benefit. The true power of the ability was in resetting the very concept of having used the skill. 

For example, skills like *Multiply* or *Power Strike* couldn’t be layered on a single attack. Otherwise, the attack power stat would lose all meaning. But *Skill Reset* allowed him to bypass this restriction.

In his past life, Taesan had used *Skill Reset* with *Multiply,* allowing him to deal massive damage. But the effect of this ring only reset cooldowns and couldn’t remove such limitations.

Still, this ring’s effect was valuable in its own way. It allowed him to reset high-cooldown skills like *Transformation,* which could be quite advantageous.

‘So, they’re offering equipment like this from here on?’

It was indeed equipment worthy of the deeper levels, especially given that it could be worn alongside other rings.

And perhaps—though the chances were slim—this ring might even lead to acquiring a true *Skill Reset* or *Last Chance.* The possibility was low but not zero.

Satisfied, Taesan continued to examine his other equipment.

---

**[Belt of the Ruthless One’s Domain]**

*Strength +500*

*Attack Power +200*

*Defense +500*

*A belt once crafted by the ruler of a violently twisted realm. Its legacy was one of rivers stained red with blood.*

---

**[Robe of the Dominator]**

*Strength +300*

*Attack Power +180*

*Defense +400*

*A robe crafted for a once-revered dominator. Though he is forgotten, the mark of reverence toward him has not faded.*

---

He also received another item.

**[Brunhilde’s Final Earring]**

*Health +1500*

*Mana +200*

*Strength +300*

*Agility +300*

*Intelligence +300*

*Attack Power +300*

*Defense +300*

*A relic granted to Saint Brunhilde just before his execution.*

These items were straightforward yet powerful, lacking special effects like the ring, but satisfying nonetheless.

“Now then…”

Only one last thing remained.

Taesan touched a black, gem-like object.

---

**[Will of Destruction]**

*The will of an entity that exists solely for the world’s end. A sliver of ambition has left a fragment.*

---

He now possessed several high-value material items, including the *Will of Destruction,* *Origin of Devouring,* and four fragments of *Will.*

With his decision made, Taesan headed off to find Half-Ran.

---

“Welcome.”

Half-Ran greeted Taesan warmly. Noticing the Ghost at Taesan’s side, he asked.

“Is something different? Your presence feels changed.”

[There’s been a lot on my mind. It’s personal, so don’t worry about it.]

“Understood.”

At the Ghost’s request to stay out of it, Half-Ran stepped back and turned to Taesan again.

“What brings you here this time? More materials?”

“Can you make use of these?”

Taesan handed over the *Origin of Devouring* and the *Will of Destruction.* Half-Ran’s eyes glimmered as he examined them.

“This… remarkable.”

There was awe in his voice.

“A pure manifestation of greed. Did you defeat the ruler of the 71st floor?”

Taesan nodded, and Half-Ran chuckled.

“You truly hold power even here in the depths. I suspected as much, yet it’s still surprising.”

Even skilled adventurers often found themselves stuck on the 71st floor after entering the depths. Many of the guides of sin had similarly struggled. Taesan’s progress was indeed exceptional.

Half-Ran then turned his attention to the *Will of Destruction.*

“…”

After a moment’s observation, he frowned.

“This…”

He glanced at Taesan and the Ghost, nodding as if coming to a realization.

“I understand what’s happened.”

[Like I said, don’t worry about it.]

“I see. Then my condolences… no, perhaps congratulations aren’t in order.”

Half-Ran offered a silent tribute and fiddled with the gem.

“I mentioned before that it’s challenging to work with equipment tied to willpower.”

“So, this falls under that category as well?”

“Yes. Judging by its force and structure, it’s similar to the *Fragment of Will* you showed me before. It would be best to consult Kosrun.”

Kosrun, the mad dwarf at the entrance to the depths, was known for his mastery in handling such powerful items.

Half-Ran glanced at Taesan’s sword.

“That blade holds a similar level of willpower.”

“Whether I can use it is another story.”

To defeat the Demon King, Taesan had channeled the *Will of Prophecy* into his sword. Now, with the Demon King vanquished, the willpower in his sword lay dormant.

The strength it had offered was undeniable, allowing Taesan to defeat a being who had transcended mortality.

If he could harness it, it would be a great asset, but he had yet to learn how.

Half-Ran remarked as he examined the sword.

“You can bring that to him as well.”

“Even at this level?”

“I told you, he’s an expert. I don’t speak idly.”

Half-Ran returned the materials to Taesan.

“I don’t know his exact location, but you should come across him soon. Seek him out and ask.”

“Got it.”

Taking the materials, Taesan didn’t immediately descend to the 73rd floor. Instead, he paused on the 72nd floor, checking in with the community.

Lee Tae-Yeon and Kang Jun-Hyuk were making steady progress through the Labyrinth. Given the slow but steady increase in their *Ability Sword* proficiency, they seemed to be making full use of it.

Several nations had even begun completing their quests and returning to the Labyrinth, indicating that Earth’s situation might not be as dire as he had feared.

After spending a day recovering his skills and stats from the battle with the Demon King, Taesan moved to the 73rd floor.

---

The entrance to the 73rd floor appeared unremarkable. It retained the familiar structure of the Labyrinth, with no unique features initially. Yet the power he sensed within was anything but ordinary.

The God of Destruction had mentioned that the 73rd floor’s entrance would hold one of the guides of sin.

“Busy times,” Taesan murmured, touching the wall of the Labyrinth. He felt the raw mana coursing through it.

Patterns of mana covered the walls, floor, and ceiling, intricately woven into complex designs.

Taesan stepped forward, opening a door.

As he crossed the threshold, he immediately noticed something unusual.

Inside the 73rd floor, countless magic circles adorned the walls and ceiling, layered in diverse combinations. Mana overflowed like a waterfall, filling the space with an intensity only possible through a lifetime of dedication to magic.

At the center of this power was an elderly man.

Draped in robes and holding an ancient wooden staff, the man spoke in a clear, firm voice.

“You’ve come.”

[You have encountered the Archmage, Shayen.]

“A mage, this time.”

Taesan muttered, gripping his weapon.

“You’ve made it this far.”

Shayen frowned.

When he’d first heard of Taesan, he had dismissed him as one of many adventurers, assuming he would eventually either submit or die. Yet Taesan, with divine protection and his own strength, had reached this far.

He had defeated two of their leaders and now stood before them.

“Congratulations, hero. You’ve chosen your tools well in your quest. I’d thought it impossible for anyone to reach this place before we arrived at the end of the Labyrinth.”

The Ghost remained silent at Shayen’s mockery, his emotions unusually calm despite being face-to-face with one of his enemies.

Shayen, sensing the Ghost’s unexpected tranquility, scowled.

“…Did something happen? I expected you to show more hatred upon seeing me. After all, I played a significant role in crafting the weapon that killed you.”

[So it was you.]

The Ghost finally spoke.

[You were one of those who made that weapon. It would have been impossible without someone of your skill.]

Yet, his tone remained steady.

Shayen found the lack of emotion disconcerting but shrugged it off.

“You don’t even resent me. Then why did you make a pact with that mage?”

Shayen clicked his tongue and turned to Taesan.

“I admit, you are strong. Perhaps you could even go deeper than us.”

The guides of sin had recently broken through the 74th floor after a prolonged struggle, making rapid progress through the Labyrinth. But Taesan had outpaced them, his growth incomparable to theirs.

“But this is where it ends.”

Shayen struck his wooden staff against the ground, and the countless magic circles began to glow.

Click.

The formations activated.

The metaphysical circles spun and locked into place, amplifying, interconnecting, and synchronizing, rapidly generating an enormous power.

[Shayen has activated the Magic Circle of Fixed Magical Laws and Rules.]

[Shayen has activated the Magic Circle of Nature’s Exclusion.]

[Shayen has activated the Magic Circle of Free-flowing Mana.]

[Shayen has activated the

 Forced Twisting of Space.]

[Shayen has activated the Vortex of the Enraged Master.]

[Shayen has activated the Magic Circle of Amplified Magic.]

[Shayen has activated the Union of All Magical Forces.]

These intricate spells could not be arranged in a short time. Shayen must have spent days preparing and configuring them to create such a formidable power.

“I am the eternal master of the Magic Tower, the one who betrayed the world, reaching the Labyrinth in pursuit of higher knowledge.”

Shayen declared, pointing his staff at Taesan.

“As a true wielder of magic, I will kill you.”