Atticus suddenly waved a hand, forming a mirror before himself.
Through the reflection, he gazed at the crown resting atop his head.
Five gems. The final one glowed dimly.
Atticus frowned.
'Lower level five.'
He had absorbed five level threes… naturally, he felt his level should have risen higher.
Considering everything, Atticus quickly reached a conclusion.
'The rate of growth increases drastically the higher the rank.'
It made sense. Five level threes shouldn't stand a chance against a true level five.
Atticus slowly exhaled, allowing the lingering power to wash through his body.
Then he suddenly turned toward Unive.
She instantly flinched and froze mid-step, like someone caught doing something they shouldn't.
"…I-I'm not going anywhere!" she blurted out instinctively, before her face instantly flushed red in embarrassment.
Atticus frowned slightly as he stared at her.
He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him.
