Austin was in the tenth dungeon.
He had conquered the last three over the past seven months.
Despite the rage burning inside him and the grief clinging to his chest, he couldn't rush through the dungeons. Not if he wanted to survive.
Charging in without a clear mind would only get him kicked out—permanently.
Seven months without seeing Valerie.
Seven months since his parents left him behind.
Seven long months.
He didn't know what he would do with all the experience he'd gathered. But there was one thing he was absolutely certain of:
The Demon Lord was going to die.
By his hands.
No more teamwork. No more asking for permission.
He was going to slaughter them all—their forces, their kin, and finally, the one who started it all.
[The host hasn't taken a nap for the past ninety hours.]
The system's voice echoed in his mind.
Austin exhaled a tired breath. "Do I look tired to you?"
[You have accumulated stress over the past two days. Eight hours of sleep is recommended.]
