With how much killing Axton had done in Tartarux, it was only natural that he would receive massive rewards.
But even then, he wasn't prepared for what he saw next.
The notification window blinked before his eyes like a streak of light, and as the numbers rolled across the translucent screen, Axton froze.
For a mont, he forgot how to breathe.
He had expected a large reward — maybe even sothing spectacular — but the amount of experience points that appeared after his critical hit registered was sothing else entirely.
"Fifty… thousand Exp?" he muttered in disbelief.
His mouth hung open slightly as his eyes darted from one notification to another.
Then, as if his mind suddenly caught up, the realization hit him like a wave.
Of course!
He had forgotten. His critical hit multiplier had been boosted to 10,000×.
It was no wonder the results were so absurd.
All that effort, all that bloodshed, all that chaos… it had finally paid off.
The battle against the ox demons had pushed him to the edge, but now, he was reaping rewards beyond comprehension.
Axton received nearly fifty thousand Exp from the invasion alone, alongside dozens of rare items and piles of coins.
When the final numbers tallied, the total nearly made his heart skip a beat.
…Five hundred million Exp!
Even for him, that was staggering.
A cold sensation crept down his spine as he stared at the enormous number glowing on the blue interface. His entire body tingled with excitent and disbelief. Every other reward paled in comparison to that number.
He swallowed hard.
This… this is insane.
His clone had also done its part, devouring countless demons, harvesting their essence until the accumulated energy ford into three dark, key-shaped items that pulsed with crimson light.
[Hell's Key(s) ×3]
Each one represented a ticket back into Tartarux.
In terms of rewards, Tartarux was a goldmine.
Dangerous, yes, but the returns were monstrous.
And this was only the Ox Demon Empire, one of the lesser regions of the demonic world.
Axton couldn't help but wonder… if the lower realms could yield such rewards, how much more would the upper ones offer?
He grinned, eyes gleaming.
Then his attention shifted to another notification, one that instantly captured his curiosity.
A new skill.
[Skill: Black Wings]
[Grade: 5-Star]
[Level: 1]
[Effect: Generates a pair of wings made of black energy that allows the user to ascend up to 5,000 ters in the sky. (Cooldown: 30 minutes)]
[Drawback: Requires Level 30 in all classes. Consus 100 Mana per use.]
Axton raised an eyebrow. "Black energy wings, huh?"
He extended his hand, half-expecting sothing to happen but the system quickly reminded him that he didn't yet et the requirent.
He chuckled lightly. "Guess I'll have to wait until level 30 then."
Regardless, it was an incredible find. A rare flying skill, one that most players could only dream of possessing.
For now, he decided not to upgrade it, choosing instead to focus on reaching the required level first. He would make his choice then, when his power had grown even further.
And with five hundred million Exp just waiting to be spent, Axton felt an almost childish excitent bubbling in his chest.
It was ti to level up.
*Ding*
[Congratulations!]
[You have leveled up ×3]
[You have gained 15 Free Stat Points]
The notifications kept pouring in one after another, their rhythmic chis echoing in his ears.
[Doppelganger: Lv. 15 → Lv. 20]
[Gained 25 Free Stats]
[Terra Dragon: Lv. 17 → Lv. 20]
[The Great Bear: Lv. 10 → Lv. 20]
Axton couldn't help but smile.
His companions were catching up fast. He made sure to distribute the points evenly, keeping all his summons and abilities balanced with his own growth.
Another notification chid.
[You have reached Lv. 20]
[Class Advancent is now available]
[Class Advancent is required to continue leveling up.]
Axton blinked, slightly confused.
Class advancent?
It was standard procedure in New Eden. Every player had to advance their class upon reaching Level 20. Usually, it was done by completing a special quest tailored to their current path.
But Axton's situation wasn't ordinary.
He was already in an advanced Warrior subclass — the Demolisher Class — a tier far above what normal players could even access at this stage.
So why was the system prompting him for advancent again?
He frowned, crossing his arms.
"Does this an there's another level beyond Demolisher?"
Then it clicked.
The village chief.
He recalled the mysterious parchnt the old man had handed him before he left his starting village — an item he hadn't yet deciphered its true purpose.
"Maybe that's what he ant…" Axton muttered to himself. "Maybe that parchnt is connected to my class advancent."
In this world, nothing happened to him by chance. Everything — every encounter, every quest, every strange coincidence — felt deliberate.
He just didn't have the proof.
And now, with this new restriction in place, his leveling had hit a ceiling. Not just for him, but for his clone and his summoned beasts too. None of them could surpass his level.
That ant only one thing.
It was ti to return to Xearth.
But deep inside, he made a silent vow.
He would return to Tartarux.
Not imdiately, but one day.
And when he did, it wouldn't be as a re intruder. He would co back stronger, prepared to conquer the demonic realm itself.
Where others would be torn apart upon arrival, Axton would walk freely among demons, unafraid and unstoppable.
[You can now return to Xearth.]
A blinding flash enveloped him, and in the next instant, Axton vanished from Tartarux.
******
One by one, other players were arriving in the major cities scattered across the human realm. The atmosphere was vibrant — filled with excitent, relief, and endless chatter.
"Finally! I've left that miserable newbie village," one player exclaid, stretching his arms.
"Now I can grow stronger without any limits!" another cheered.
"I wonder what kind of quests they have in the city. Maybe I can find a guild."
The air buzzed with anticipation.
And then, just as the players began to explore, the skies above Xearth shimred, and a worldwide notification descended like a divine proclamation.
Axton's na appeared once again.
The ssage was brief, but the weight it carried was enough to silence the cities.
Axton had done sothing unthinkable.
He had shaken the foundations of Tartarux.
"Just when I thought I could finally start my journey…" muttered a young warrior nad Kiran as he read the glowing text.
He sighed, disheartened with the notification.
Axton's achievents were so overwhelming that they constantly overshadowed every other player's progress.
And it wasn't just the humans of Xearth who noticed.
Across multiple realms including the demon world of Tartarux itself, his na echoed.
So mocked it. Others feared it.
"A human shook the foundation of Tartarux?" a demon lord scoffed from his throne. "Pathetic."
But deep inside, even he couldn't ignore the faint unease creeping into his chest.
******
A notification appeared before Axton.
[You have gained 1000 Reputation points.]
[Reputation points upgraded.]
[Reputation points: 1000 → 10,000,000.]
Axton blinked at the massive number. "Ten million reputation points? Just what did I trigger this ti…"
Curious, he summoned the world ranking list.
It had been a while since he last checked it, back when he was the first player to leave the newbie zone.
The rankings appeared in a neatly formatted interface.
[World Rankings]
[#1. Khan (Lv. 20)]
[#2. ArashiKage (Lv. 17)]
[...]
[#10. Real_Laxus (Lv. 15)]
Axton smirked.
Still on top. Of course he would be.
Not only was he the first to leave the village, but he remained the highest-level player in the entire world by a margin.
He closed the interface and took a deep breath of the forest air around him.
He had been transported back to a familiar location — a dense woodland not far from Atlas City.
The light filtered through the leaves above, glinting off the steel edges of his armor.
It was quiet. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful after everything he'd endured in Tartarux.
But Axton's mind was already working.
He had unfinished business — the village chief's parchnt and whatever secrets it held.
He summoned a few of his soldiers.
They appeared in an instant, dropping to their knees in reverence to their commander.
"Is there anything you want, sir?" they chorused.
"I need information," Axton said firmly. "Find a man nad Guja. All I know about him is that na. Is it possible?"
"Yes sir."
The soldiers bowed in unison.
"As you command."
They vanished into the forest, leaving only faint ripples in the air.
Axton exhaled slowly, gazing at the distant horizon.
Tartarux might be behind him for now but he knew this was just the beginning.
Every step he took from here would bring him closer to the truth behind New Eden… and the mysterious force guiding his fate.
He clenched his fist.
"I'll return," he whispered, casting his eyes to the sky.
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