Rivyn sat in his modest room, adjusting the straps of his reinforced greatsword. His fingers brushed over the cool steel, the familiar sensation grounding him in his thoughts. For weeks, he had heard the whispers about what awaited those who dared to step into the 21st floor's residential area. Stories of veterans waiting at the teleportation portals, eager to bully and extort newcomers under the guise of tradition.
Normally, Rivyn wasn't one to care about such things, but he also wasn't fond of unnecessary conflict. These veterans were wasting time and resources just to satisfy their egos, and he didn't intend to entertain them. Instead of heading straight for the new residential area after clearing the 20th floor, Rivyn had chosen to stay back, honing his skills and perfecting his crafts.
Unbeknownst to him, this decision had caused quite the stir among those waiting to prey on fresh challengers.
