"Shura, I truly envy you," Morwyn said softly. "The higher you climb the Samsara Tower, the more difficult the tasks become. Without sufficient strength, it's impossible to clear the dungeons. Many Samsara players get stuck on a certain floor, paralyzed by uncertainty, too afraid to even attempt the next challenge.
The foundation of every Samsara player is crucial—and, Shura, no one in the entire Samsara Space can compare to you in that regard."
She smiled faintly. "I hope you continue to persevere and aim for a peak we can only dream of reaching."
After parting ways with Aurora, Fenric headed to his personal warehouse.
"System, can damaged special items be repaired?" he asked.
The system's mechanical voice replied, "Yes."
Fenric's gaze fell on the Mark VII Armor, its surface still marred by battle damage.
"What do I need to repair this?" he asked.
During the Avengers dungeon, the armor had taken a direct hit from a Chitauri mothership energy cannon, leaving it severely damaged. It was still functional but could break under heavy strain.
"Repairing a special item requires 500 Samsara Points per instance," the system replied.
Fenric let out a breath of relief.
"Five hundred points? That's not bad."
He decided he would use the armor for one or two more runs before repairing it.
Next, Fenric entered his personal dungeon world, The Great Wall. He hadn't visited his betrothed, Lin Mei, in several days.
After spending some time with her, he returned to the Samsara Tower.
The time was 1:30 a.m.
Thanks to Aurora's connections, he had obtained three dungeon cooldown refresh cards yesterday. Combined with the two already in his possession, he was well-prepared.
At the gate of the Samsara Tower, Fenric activated a cooldown refresh card without hesitation and stepped forward.
He was immediately transported to the Seventh Stage.
The Tower Spirit appeared in front of him, her form materializing from thin air.
"Hello, dear Samsara Player, Shura. How may I assist you?"
"I want to enter the dungeon," Fenric replied.
"Very well. Please select the world you wish to enter."
With a graceful wave of the spirit's hand, a holographic screen appeared before him.
The screen displayed two available dungeon worlds:
Kung Fu Hustle (Normal)
Midnight Ring (Difficult)
Fenric's goal was clear. Without hesitation, he selected Kung Fu Hustle.
As he confirmed the selections, he was instantly teleported into a stark white preparation room.
Only a dozen Samsara players were present.
When Fenric appeared, the room grew noticeably tense.
"Holy sh*t… that's Shura!" someone exclaimed.
"What's going on? Why would the great Shura be here for a normal dungeon? Shouldn't he be taking on the difficult ones?"
"Maybe… maybe even he's unsure about the difficult dungeon?"
"Doesn't this feel off? The great Shura running a normal dungeon? It doesn't match his reputation!"
"Damn it, with Shura here, our chances of gaining fame points just got crushed. I'm thinking of backing out. Monkey, what about you?"
"I'm staying. I need to hit B-level as soon as possible so my father can get better treatment."
"I'm leaving. With Shura here, there's no way I'll get enough fame."
"Don't be so hasty. Following Shura might not be a bad idea. If he eats meat, we might at least get some broth. Hardly anyone survives Pig Sty Alley in Kung Fu Hustle. Maybe Shura can lead us through!"
"True! I heard in last night's Avengers dungeon, thanks to Shura drawing all the Chitauri firepower, several Samsara players achieved A-level evaluations—and two even got S-level!"
"For real? If that's the case, I'll stick around."
"Same. As long as we don't provoke him, we'll complete the mission easily."
Fenric overheard their chatter and sighed inwardly.
Has my reputation really grown this much?
Some Samsara players even canceled their plans, choosing to wait for the next rotation rather than compete with him for fame points.
Too lazy to care, Fenric found a corner, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.
Soon, the countdown began.
"Attention, Samsaras: teleportation to the mission world begins in 10 minutes."
There were now twelve Samsara players in the preparation room, including Fenric.
The final 10 minutes passed swiftly.
"Teleportation countdown: 10… 9… 8… 3… 2… 1!"
Red light enveloped everyone, and the white room vanished.
"Come! Fresh meat buns, piping hot!"
"Miracle cure ancestral bone remedy, heals trauma instantly! Come and get it!"
"Fortune-telling! A thousand coins per character! Discounted to ten today—no accuracy, no payment!"
When Fenric opened his eyes, he was standing in the middle of a bustling street.
Vendors lined both sides, their stalls filled with snacks, herbs, and trinkets. The setting was unmistakably old-fashioned—an era reminiscent of the 90s period.
Men in short jackets pulled rickshaws, sweating as they hauled passengers through the streets. Occasionally, a Westerner in a tuxedo and top hat could be seen riding past.
Fenric's lips curved into a small smile.
This is one of the true perks of Samsara Space—the chance to experience the atmosphere of different worlds firsthand.
A crisp chime rang out.
"Main Mission Released!"
– Mission: Gain at least 10,000 fame points within 30 days.
– Time Limit: 30 days.
– Failure Penalty: Obliteration.
– Note: The higher the fame you accumulate, the higher your mission evaluation will be.