"Tch... Talk about a humbling experience."
"The feeling of powerlessness... Had I actually forgotten what that was like?"
"Had I become so engrossed in my newfound strength that I had become conceited?"
Berkah pinched his eyebrows and clenched his jaw, the memories of his clone being beaten to a pulp fully ingrained in his mind.
"Conceit breeds arrogance... Ever since coming to this world, I have been powerful. That feeling is like a potent drug."
"... There's nothing I hate more than being powerless despite putting everything I have on the line..."
Berkah continued muttering to himself, puzzling everyone who heard him.
"But... How could I possibly have not been arrogant when every enemy I have faced in this damn labyrinth is a complete weakling?"
"It's like I'm a max-level gamer playing against some noobs..."
Berkah took a deep breath and spat out the bitter taste in his mouth.
[Labryinth?]
