However, if he had a choice, Brando would still have wanted to do it all over again.
To a player, experience and levels were no different from life itself. For him, nothing was more urgent at that moment than the desire to become stronger.
After the rate at which he gained experience began to slow, Brando found himself somewhat unaccustomed to it. Even so, the current rate was still far beyond what he had experienced in the game. After all, this was the outer world beyond the Shallows, at the very edge of the ordered world near the Sea of Magic, where magic was concentrated to an incredible degree. Within Vonder, when the Magic Tide descended, the rate of experience gain was at most one-third of this, and even lower for low-level players.
But it was easy to go from frugality to luxury, and hard to go from luxury back to frugality. After enjoying that near-mad rate of absorbing experience, Brando was dissatisfied with this "snail's pace" of gaining one point every second.
He was even somewhat puzzled. The magic nurtured within the Lightning Storm was so abundant that it should at least have been equal to the tremendous energy it released, existing at the same Energy Level. Yet the experience he absorbed was far less than that. Though the experience notifications had flooded his vision almost madly earlier, that was only relative to the speed.
In terms of total quantity, the power he had absorbed was not even a quarter of the experience required to advance from the Law Peak to the Extreme Realm. Yet every bolt of lightning released at least as much energy as a Sage's full-power strike, and there had been no fewer than a thousand bolts nurtured within the storm. The gap between them was