Chapter 125 - Do you need power?

Lucas's eyes widened as he turned toward the voice. A familiar face, though marred with dirt and exhaustion, peered at him through the bars. It was her—the elf who had saved him from the lava slime when he first arrived in this world.

His mind blanked for a moment, struggling to reconcile the proud, confident warrior he remembered with the broken figure in front of him. Her blonde hair, once shining under the sun, was now matted and unkempt. Her emerald eyes, filled with fire back then, were dulled by suffering.

"Y-You…" Lucas stammered, his throat suddenly dry. "What the hell happened to you?"

The elf gripped the bars weakly, her hands trembling. "No time… You must help us… Please."

Lucas clenched his fists. His instincts screamed at him to act, to do something—anything—but reality crashed down on him like a hammer.

He had no power.

No system.

No means to fight back.