"This isn’t it."
Taesan mutters. In front of him are countless wounds.
All of them are cuts left by his own blade.
Two months’ worth of time had left its mark.
He failed to acquire the skill he had invested in for two months. Taesan stretches.
He is in Easy Mode now. He is on the 74th floor of the labyrinth.
"I thought it was ambiguous, but I really couldn’t get it."
