At the 99th floor of the Academy Dungeon, I returned to the entrance and, frustrated, struck the wall with my mace.

Despite the fury behind my strike, the wall didn’t break.

I hit the wall repeatedly in my irritation, but after a while, I was drained of energy and collapsed onto the ground.

‘...Grandfather, what time is it?’

<You came in around the morning, so by now, it should be around 7 or 8 o’clock.>

‘How much of that time have I spent here?’

<Hmm. About four hours, I’d say.>

‘Four hours of pointless wandering...’

I stared up at the …