"You..." Lucien gritted his teeth, trying to pull his sword back, but he realized something horrifying—he couldn't.
'What the hell?!' he thought in panic. Just three fingers—three fingers!—yet it felt like an iron vice was clamping down on his greatsword.
Even with all his strength, he couldn't yank it free. This could only mean one thing: Lathel's strength vastly outclassed his own.
'Impossible! He's supposed to be useless! How can he be this strong?'
Lucien's mind reeled.
'He must have cheated. That's the only way he could've reached the sixth floor.'
Grinding his teeth, Lucien looked at Lathel with eyes full of scorn, regaining a sliver of his earlier confidence: "You cheated!"
Lathel raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, then smirked. "Hahaha… Lilith, did you hear that? You really want to follow an idiot like this?"
"If you become my subordinate now, I promise you within ten years, I'll help you reforge your body—and even surpass the level you were once stuck at."
