It's been sixteen hours since they'd fallen into only what could be referred to as a hellhole. Thirteen hours since they'd stepped into the pocket S-rank nightmare and met the Sun Knight.
However, as time ticked along, Kurt's advantage was finally surfacing.
The longer the fight dragged on, the more energy the knight expended. But every time Kurt resurrected, he came back fresh.
It was like pressing the reset button. New body, renewed energy, ready to go another round. Theoretically, he could fight forever.
Of course the only thing that didn't get reset were the scars spreading across his skin like bloody tattoos, one tick at a time with each death.
The downside, and there was always a bloody downside, was the backlash. The system would eventually realize when he was done fighting, and all that accumulated fatigue would hit like a collapsing dam. But that was future Kurt's problem.
