Just like that, a month passed.
Arthur still hadn't stepped into the tower, which his comrades found unsettling. It was quite unusual for a player to refrain from challenging the first floor in the first month, as youngsters were often hot-blooded.
The youngsters of the tower were brave and courageous, often seeking battles and displaying their strength. They were novelty-seeking idiots who only thought using their lower half. Their hormones were raging.
However, Arthur was calm and composed.
Unlike the youngsters, the crimson-eyed man was someone with innate wisdom and incredible experience. He could not be wooed by such incomprehensible urges and worthless fame that came along with it.
Fame should be derived from skill and one's ability to manipulate. It shouldn't originate from one's raw power and strength.
