After that small lesson, Keith's ego was tamed as he kept watch in case he met someone like that again, but time passed and the two never seemed to meet.
The days turned into weeks, then months, then a year, and at this point, what had started with the breakout of a desperate kid had turned into a legend with an unbreakable winning streak. Worse still...
Keith had developed a habit of never sparing his enemies. No one had ever survived a battle against him, and his treatment kept improving. After a long while...
The sixteen-year-old Keith reached the top of the arena and finally arrived at the level of the being that had once filled him with intense fear.
"Welcome to Level One," Jeso said with a smile as Keith stood rooted in place.
Paradise?
No...
To Keith, even that seemed beneath what he was seeing.
A long passageway stretched before him with colorful walls, while maids and servants walked back and forth.
