After June logged out, Arlon was left alone in the vast expanse of Sara Marsh.
The night settled over the land, but it made no difference to him. He had no need for rest. While others on Earth were forced to take breaks, he continued his relentless hunt.
Moving silently through the misty swamps, he carved his way through the Keldars.
Each battle was swift and efficient, his blade cutting down both common Keldars and the more powerful Nad Monsters that road the area.
Their intelligence made them formidable opponents, but Arlon had experience, instincts, and an overwhelming advantage—they needed to sleep, and he did not.
By the ti dawn arrived, he had already slain dozens of enemies. And yet, the experience gain was slower than he had hoped.
Hunting alongside June had been far more efficient.
Her fusion magic could wipe out multiple enemies at once, making their fights quicker and their grinding sessions more productive. But without her, his pace had slowed.
Arlon also had AOE magic, but it wasn't cost/effective for him.
There weren't many monsters that would require damage over ti or slow effect.
So, Arlon had to defeat them one by one.
Still, there was nothing he could do. The weekend had arrived, and like every other player, June couldn't log in.
So, Arlon pushed forward.
He spent the entire weekend scouring Sara Marsh, eliminating any threat he ca across.
The terrain beca more familiar, the patterns of the monsters predictable.
The Nad Monsters, once nacing figures in the mist, beca re obstacles in his path.
Yet, despite all his efforts, the last level refused to co easily.
Monday arrived.
No matter how hard Arlon had tried, he had only managed to reach level 149.
It was normal since level 150 was a different realm, a new existence level.
He stood near the ship fragnt, now known as the Sara Stone, staring at it with crossed arms.
The knowledge that it wasn't the mystical artifact people once thought, but rather a remnant of Efsa's destruction, added a weight of significance to their next steps.
Then, a familiar voice broke his thoughts.
"You look deep in thought. Didn't make it to 150?" June teased as she approached, her Infernal Spire resting on her shoulder.
Arlon turned to her with a smirk. "You knew I wouldn't. Grinding without you is slow."
June grinned. "See? Even you admit I'm useful."
"I never said you weren't," Arlon replied. "Now that you're here, let's not waste ti. We're going in."
They both turned toward the entrance of the so-called Sara Stone—no, the ship fragnt. It had been buried for centuries, its secrets hidden away from the world.
Now, it was ti to uncover them.
***
Arlon was imdiately reminded of the past tiline the mont he stepped inside.
Back then, he hadn't been the first to find the so-called Sara Stone.
Another player had discovered it before him and proudly announced their new title on the forums.
The revelation sent waves through the community, and soon after, Sara Marsh was flooded with players, all eager to claim their own titles.
Arlon had been one of them.
His title back then had been one for a warrior, a perfect fit for his class at the ti. But now, things were different.
He wasn't just a warrior anymore—he was a magic swordsman.
Would he receive a warrior title again? A mage title? Perhaps both? Or would the system recognize his unique class and create sothing entirely new for him?
Up until now, EVR had always shaped opportunities that aligned with his class.
It had adjusted quests, rewards, and events to fit his circumstances, as if guiding him along an unseen path.
So, he had little doubt that sothing new awaited him here.
But that was a concern for later. Right now, he needed to focus on what lay ahead.
Despite being referred to as a 'stone,' the interior looked nothing like one. This was no simple monolithic relic—this was a structure.
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A remnant of a ship, sothing ancient and technological, unlike anything else on Trion.
The mont they stepped inside, strips of green LED lights flickered to life along the walls, illuminating their path.
The lights pulsed softly, almost rhythmically, as if scanning their presence.
They weren't necessary—the corridor ahead was a singular, straight path with no branching roads—but their presence made it feel intentional, as though soone—or sothing—had designed this space to be traversed.
June let out a low whistle. "Okay, this is definitely not a natural cave. Feels more like we're walking into a spaceship."
Arlon nodded, his gaze scanning the sleek walls. "Because that's exactly what it is. Or what's left of one."
A faint hum vibrated beneath their feet, subtle but constant, like the ship was still partially operational even after all these years.
They pressed forward, following the eerie glow, knowing that whatever waited at the end of this corridor was going to change everything.
***
As they stepped deeper into the ship's remains, the corridor finally opened into a large chamber.
Arlon tensed imdiately.
This was supposed to be the place where the title quest was given. In his past life, the room had been barren, except for a single buried artifact in the center.
It had been a forgotten ruin, a relic of the past—empty, lifeless, and abandoned.
But now, it was anything but empty.
June, unaware of the difference, whistled in awe. "So this is it? Doesn't look like a stone at all."
Arlon didn't respond right away. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail.
The artifact was still there, buried partially in the floor like before, its tallic surface glinting under the dim green lights.
But surrounding it were strange structures that had never been here in his past life.
Large, cylindrical tubes lined the sides of the room, filled with clear liquid. Suspended inside each one was a figure—a woman.
June walked closer, curiosity lighting up her face. "Are those… people?"
Arlon took a slow step forward, his fists unconsciously clenching.
No. Not just people.
Each tube held the sa woman, replicated five tis over.
She was breathtakingly beautiful—long, flowing brown hair drifting weightlessly in the liquid, honey-colored eyes closed as if in sleep.
Her body was slender yet curvy, her features soft but defined. She wasn't eerie or unsettling like an experint gone wrong; rather, she looked… serene.
Preserved. Almost as if she were rely waiting to wake up.
June turned to him, puzzled. "Who is she?"
Arlon's heart pounded. His mind raced with mories, calculations, possibilities. He hadn't seen her before but he knew her.
He knew exactly who she was.
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