"After enduring humiliation at the hands of those loathsome beasts, I've come to realize that I need power—and I need it fast. If the realm of training can give me the strength to fight back, I'm willing to enter it," Amon declared with unwavering determination.
Voithon responded simply, "Very well, and best of luck."
A door materialized within the wall, and when Amon opened it, he stepped into an entirely different world—a world defined by relentless blizzards. Yet, it wasn't snow that fell from the sky; it was an unyielding hailstorm. Amon took one last look at Voithon, a nod of determination, and then passed through the door. It closed behind him, leaving him alone to confront the perils of this challenging realm.
Three months elapsed before the door opened once more. Voithon greeted him, saying, "So, you've returned."
Amon responded confidently, "Yes."
Stepping out, Amon's transformation was readily apparent. He had grown taller and more muscular, with broad shoulders and hair that now reached his neck. His gaze exuded strength, and there was no mistaking it—Amon was no longer a boy; he had become a man.
After entering, Amon harbored an intense desire to test his newfound strength. Surveying his surroundings, he spotted a nearby lorry. With apparent ease, he lifted the massive vehicle, weighing over a ton, and flung it aside. Amon smiled with the knowledge that the time for revenge had come.
Returning to his house, Amon recounted his harrowing experience to Voithon. "It was sheer hell. The moment I entered, I yearned to leave. The cold was unbearable, reaching a point where I couldn't even feel my own body. I stumbled onward until I reached a grassland biome. Yet, it soon became searingly hot, as if my very blood were boiling. All I could do was keep moving, despite the relentless hunger and thirst that drove me to madness. I scavenged like a predator, devouring even snow and grass. I encountered wolves the size of orcs, spending days to kill just one and feast on its meat. Through it all, I could feel it—I was growing stronger. I reached a point where I no longer felt the biting cold or the scorching heat. My body had grown stronger and faster, and I could face packs of those wolves without fear. When the door reappeared, I knew I was ready. The sole thing that kept me moving during that time was the burning desire for revenge."
Amon stood before Voithon, resolute, and Voithon was convinced that Amon had transformed from the hunted to the hunter.
"Voithon, open up the shop for me," Amon requested. He made a purchase, obtaining an iron breastplate. With no points left, he geared up, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.
Now, with his newfound strength and determination, Amon was prepared to return—no longer humiliated, but as a victorious champion, ready to take on whatever the world had to offer.