I Alone Level Up

Author:Yuna Park

Volume 2 — Book 2

Chapter 167: No Crown Without Blood

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It took him the better part of an hour to admit that the map was lying.

She had been told the tower ate its climbers; nobody had mentioned that it chewed. He had prepared nine arguments and needed none of them. Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. Dawn arrived reluctantly, the way a witness arrives at a trial.

The old man laughed, and dust fell from the rafters in sympathy. Every instinct he had spent nine years sharpening told him to run. The formation held for eight seconds longer than anyone had promised.

The girl in the mirror moved a fraction late, and smiled a fraction early. He had died once already this year, and found the experience overrated. Dawn arrived reluctantly, the way a witness arrives at a trial. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge.

Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. The lantern guttered, recovered, and cast his shadow in the wrong direction. She had never seen a spell apologise before. Every instinct he had spent nine years sharpening told him to run.

She traded the last of her name for passage and considered it a bargain. Wind came off the ridge carrying the smell of iron and burnt sugar. She had been told the tower ate its climbers; nobody had mentioned that it chewed. He wrote the formula in ash because ink would have remembered it.

The system window blinked into existence, patient as a tax collector. A hundred eyes opened in the dark, and not one of them blinked. The girl in the mirror moved a fraction late, and smiled a fraction early. Her shadow reached the far wall a full second before she did. Somewhere below, a bell began to toll for a funeral that had not happened yet.

Wind came off the ridge carrying the smell of iron and burnt sugar. Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. Outside, the rain went on doing what rain does, indifferent to the war beneath it. The mana in the air thickened until it pressed against his skin like a held breath.

Outside, the rain went on doing what rain does, indifferent to the war beneath it. The girl in the mirror moved a fraction late, and smiled a fraction early. Steel rang once, and the sound hung in the corridor far longer than it should have.

The old man laughed, and dust fell from the rafters in sympathy. The system window blinked into existence, patient as a tax collector. Every instinct he had spent nine years sharpening told him to run. A hundred eyes opened in the dark, and not one of them blinked. The old man laughed, and dust fell from the rafters in sympathy.

“No Crown Without Blood”

Threads of light spooled out from her fingertips and knotted themselves into a door. Her mana core turned over once, slowly, like something waking in deep water.

Snow fell through the broken roof and did not melt where it landed on her hands. Power without a ledger, his master used to say, is simply a landslide.

Wind came off the ridge carrying the smell of iron and burnt sugar. Somewhere below, a bell began to toll for a funeral that had not happened yet. Wind came off the ridge carrying the smell of iron and burnt sugar.

A thin line of frost crawled up the doorframe, spelling out a word in a language older than the kingdom. She traded the last of her name for passage and considered it a bargain. The beast did not roar. That was the part that frightened him. The system window blinked into existence, patient as a tax collector.

The formation held for eight seconds longer than anyone had promised. The girl in the mirror moved a fraction late, and smiled a fraction early. Somewhere below, a bell began to toll for a funeral that had not happened yet. Nothing in the prophecy had mentioned paperwork.

Outside, the rain went on doing what rain does, indifferent to the war beneath it. Every instinct he had spent nine years sharpening told him to run. Threads of light spooled out from her fingertips and knotted themselves into a door. The manual had said this would hurt. The manual had been generous.

Comments5

Nine Tails6 months ago

Called it three chapters ago. The moment the seal was described as "unremarkable" I knew exactly where this was heading.

MargraveEditor6 months ago

Genuinely one of the best-paced fights in the whole arc. The eight seconds line landed perfectly.

Quiet Storm6 months ago

He dies at the end of the volume and comes back with the sword reforged. Screenshot this.

Sylvaline6 months ago

Reading this at 3am was a mistake and I would make it again. Thanks for the chapter!

Holt AndersModerator6 months ago

Small thing, but the shadow reaching the wall first is such a good way to telegraph what she is without spelling it out.

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