Part- 386:

  He took a moment to reflect, his gaze drifting to the dark, empty space where the hobgoblin had fallen. How many more creatures like this awaited him, deeper within the dungeon’s hidden levels? The thought lingered, filling him with a blend of dread aement. The system had been a steady guide, providing him with skills and experience, but it had never hi how deep the Lamp of Time really went.

  “Just how many levels are in this pce?” he murmured, a chill prig at the back of his neck as he imagihe tless monsters, the impossible challehat likely y ahead. He khat every level brought something new—a tougher foe, a higher skill requirement, perhaps even hidden traps and mysteries that he couldn’t yet fathom.

  But today, he felt strohan he ever had before. Each level, each skill gained, had chipped away at his old self, molding him into something more. His experiences in this dungeon had reshaped his fidence, his patience, and his willpower. Every victory felt like a step closer to some greater purpose, though what that purpose was, he couldn’t say. Not yet.

  Finally, he began to make his way toward the dungeo, his steps steady and unhurried. The walls around him, once menag, now felt almost familiar, as if they had e tnize his presence, his tenacity. The adrenaliill pulsed through him, but there was a calm crity in his mind—a deep-rooted determination that told him he was only beginning to scratch the surface of what he could aplish.

  Exiting the dungeon and looking up at the stars from window, he allowed himself a rare moment of introspe. He had won this battle, but he khere were tless more ahead. His mind drifted to his training, to the friends who didn’t know the full extent of his jouro those who relied on him without knowing the risks he faced every time he ehe Lamp of Time.

  Tomorrow, he would return to his routine, honing his skills, preparing for the unknown levels of this mysterious dungeon. But for now, he would rest. His heart was lighter, his body stronger, and his mind brimming with the knowledge that he had not only quered a powerful foe but also uncovered another yer of his own potential. The Lamp of Time had tested him, and he’d emerged with scars, skills, and a resolve that only grew with eater.

  As he turned away, he made a silent vow. No matter how many levels, how many creatures, or how many battles y ahead, he would face them all. For in each victory, he was disc a piece of himself he’d never knoart of him that, perhaps, was made to quer even the darkest depths of this dungeon and whatever y beyond.

  After a demanding week of duraining and refleg on his judo team’s ret loss, James decided he needed a break from the relentless cycle of practid missions. Seeking an escape, he texted Mili, inviting her for coffee at their usual café. Her prompt, enthusiastic reply of “Yes!” brought a rare, easy smile to his face. It was nice, he thought, to have someone whht simplicity and lightness into his otherwise plex life.