Time passed.
A lot of time...
So much time that he forgot the number of loops.
He killed and killed and killed.
Every day was the same, but every day he grew a little stronger.
A few months… then one year… then maybe two.
He did not know anymore, nor did he care either.
The only thing that mattered was climbing those stairs and destroying whatever stood in front of him.
He tore apart monsters without even thinking.
Now, those treelings died with one flick of his finger, and the wolves fell before they could howl. Rats never had time to bite, and even the bull beasts and minotaurs who once forced him to fight with everything he had… now they were nothing.
He would walk past them while their bodies dropped like broken toys behind him.
Gray started to laugh at the thought that these things once made him bleed.
He killed everything up to the point where the last monster was in the Early King Realm.
That was the current wall he needed to surpass.
