The further one progressed in Level, the harder it became to advance. It was easy enough to understand.
It was much like accumulating wealth. When one had relatively little property, taking on a few extra jobs could easily double it.
But once wealth had accumulated to an absurd degree, while the means of acquiring more wealth could no longer increase, doubling one's assets became far more difficult.
Nameless was in precisely that situation. It was difficult for him to grow stronger quickly. Even after learning divine skills such as Golden Scorching Sun, Golden Crow Divine Armor, and Titan's Hand, he had only become a little stronger, not nearly as much as everyone imagined.
Because, bluntly put, those three were merely skills. How much power they could unleash ultimately depended on Nameless himself. It was not that the three skills were powerful, therefore Nameless became powerful by using them; rather, Nameless himself was powerful, which was why those three skills were so powerful in his hands.
Reversing cause and effect would only lead one astray.
If one believed that learning more skills would make one stronger, a whole heap of miscellaneous abilities might instead drag down the speed at which one grew stronger.
At that moment, Lenur's footsteps came from the passage on the other side of the border.
"They're here!" True Self Amateur said.
Nameless sat in a recliner, calmly watching the pitch-black passage ahead. Within the Great Wilderness Special Zone, he had no fear whatsoever of the power of Eternal Silence Space.
A moment later, Lenur took the lead, with Big Fatty and Pluto close behind him. Several pale-faced death row inmates followed farther back, and behind them came a dense black swarm of Evil Spawn Beetles.
These Evil Spawn Beetles had a very distinctive appearance. They looked like