Two weeks had passed since Selene turned her back on everything she once knew. No more friends.
No more family. No more safety.
Just her, the system, and the voice in her head that never seemed to sleep.
Her body ached from the constant hunting.
Her hands were scraped raw from weapon use and close encounters with dungeon monsters. Her eyes had dark circles under them.
Even the system had prompted her twice to rest.
But there was no time.
Not when she had a thousand cores to collect. Not when the fate of the world rested on whether she succeeded.
Selene had just returned to her makeshift base deep inside a forgotten dungeon, when the voice echoed inside her skull again—cool, commanding, and too familiar now.
[Get ready. A tournament is being held soon. You will regulate it.]
Selene groaned softly, sitting up and clutching her temples.
"What now?"
She muttered.
