9,994 years until the public beta.
An Kai fled Chaos City Outer City.
His destination was the Mage Tower. This time, he intended to complete all its tasks.
He would claim the [Top-grade] Mage Tower for himself.
He had planned to put off the trip a little longer, but who could have known...
The Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince refused to play by the rules.
Against the lord of Chaos City Outer City, who seemingly had not even reached Tier Two, he had actually sent two Tier Four Orcs?
If the Tier Five Orc had not been wounded, he would have sent him too?!
That was fucking cautious to a ridiculous degree!
As he fled, An Kai kept cursing the Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince aloud.
He had finally enjoyed a few peaceful days, only to have them forcibly cut short again.
Fortunately, after nearly two years, he now had all the supplies and resources he could want.
He lacked nothing. By his estimate, the resources he had stockpiled would comfortably sustain him through several decades of secluded cultivation.
Of course, much of that was thanks to the support of Chaos City Outer City's residents...
As he fled, An Kai checked his status panel.
[Level Lv1: 10/10 "Locked"] [Intelligence: 386 "293+93"] [Endurance: 385 "292+93"] [Stamina: 385 "292+93"] [Strength: 385 "292+93"] [Talent: Immortality "∞", Mage's Body "lv2"] [Spells: Meditation Lv20 "400/400", Fireball Lv20 "400/400", Freezing Spell Lv20 "400/400", Summoning Lv20 "400/400", Mage Armor Lv20 "400/400"] [Identity: Wanderer Guide.]
A year and a half had passed since he last brought Hanks to his senses.
That had also been a relatively peaceful period for An Kai.
His daily routine had been exceptionally regular, and his secluded cultivation had not suffered the sharp drop in efficiency he had experienced before.
Over that year and a half,