Fifty days had not yet passed when the change in Alex became undeniable.
By the forty ninth day, he stood atop the remains of the tenth mountain.
The blazing realm continued to burn with the same relentless intensity, yet the battlefield no longer felt oppressive. The rivers of lava that once forced him into careful movement were now nothing more than environmental variables. His body had adapted beyond simple resistance. It had reached a state where external conditions no longer dictated his actions.
The last monster of the tenth mountain collapsed before him.
Its body disintegrated slowly, unable to withstand the precise and concentrated force behind Alex's final strike. There was no wasted motion. No excess power. Only controlled output.
Silence followed.
Then, the familiar sound echoed within his mind.
[Ding! You have reached level 63.]
Alex did not react outwardly. He simply stood still for a brief moment before nodding once.
