Morning light spilled across the kingdom, golden and warm. I rose with determination.
"I will go to the battlefield, fight monsters, and demonstrate my strength. I must level up."
My companions gathered.
"Wait for us," they said. "We are the same party, aren't we?"
I nodded. "Yes. Then let's prepare for adventure."
Sanot, ever the strategist, pointed the way. "If we seek strength, we must head to the dungeons."
Together, we fought goblins, orcs, demonic wolves, and even the strange Bloody Sweet Rabbits. We gathered food, materials, and weapons.
Days passed. We entered low-level dungeons, then middle-level ones. Our teamwork grew sharper.
"Sanot, heal while striking when you can," I commanded. "Clever, unleash berserk when the boss is stunned. Bange, attack from every angle. Alovent, enchant our durability. I'll face the boss head-on."
Narrate's voice echoed: "They coordinate well. When Dransart's health falters, Sanot heals. Alovent strengthens him. Bange diverts the enemy. Clever strikes with fury. Together, they break through."
Narrate explained the system:
- Level 0: Low
- Level 20: Normal
- Level 40: Middle
- Level 60: Breakthrough
- Level 80: High
- Level 100: Legend
And so, through countless battles and assassins sent by the Demon King, we rose to Legend Level.
At last, I declared, "This is our final battle. Prepare yourselves. We march to the Demon King's castle."
At the gates, the Elite Four Demons awaited. Their power was overwhelming, their status unreadable: ???. Their skills: ???.
We fought, wounded and weary, but our tactics held. One by one, the demons fell. My companions collapsed, fainting, but I stood firm.
The great doors opened. A shadow loomed. The Demon King smiled cruelly.
"You fool, Hero. Let's battle."
I raised my sword. "You have committed countless crimes. This is your end."
Steel clashed with darkness. With all my might, I struck—and the Demon King fell.
We were treated in a town near the demon realm, then journeyed back to the Poker Kingdom. The people rejoiced, thanking us for peace.
In the castle, celebration filled the halls. The princess approached, radiant. She offered me a reward.
My heart overflowed. "I love you," I confessed.
She tilted her head. "Hero… are you sleeping? Awake now."
I opened my eyes. The bed was rough, the inn dim. My sword lay dull beside me.
"Oh… I'm still low level."
The truth hit me. Everything—the battles, the victory, the love—had been a dream.
From the start, Hero Dransart was dreaming of his journey. The real adventure has yet to begin.