Arlon couldn't believe what he saw.
Asef's entire information screen was blank.
This could only mean one thing.
Asef was stronger than him.
Not equal—stronger. And in this world, after level 300, every single level was a gap. A wall.
Arlon was exactly level 302.
And he'd fought a level 310 existence before. But he could see its data back then.
But this?
This was beyond that.
And yet—Arlon didn't feel completely outmatched.
That was probably because of his title.
He was, on paper, as strong as a level 450.
"In name only," he reminded himself.
He still couldn't even begin to comprehend what a level 400 felt like, let alone 450.
He'd always wondered if his title was too much of a cheat. Too unbalanced.
Now, he understood.
Thanks to the existence levels, thanks to the layers of power above the system itself… his title was just a helpful tool. Not a broken one.
Useful. But not enough to win on its own.
Arlon gripped his sword tightly.
He dashed forward.
