The First Challenge

Riven's gaze lingered on the Record of Power, the shifting names glowing faintly against the black monolith. His own name, etched at the very bottom—Riven Drakar, Rank 238—felt almost insulting.

He exhaled slowly, suppressing the grin threatening to spread across his face. The system here was simple, brutal, and exactly to his liking.

Strength dictated status.

And that meant there was only one thing to do—start climbing.

"Well," Ember said cheerfully, watching him closely. "Are you going to make your first move?"

Riven let his fingers trace over his talisman, the polished crystal humming faintly. "Not yet." His voice was calm, thoughtful. "I need to understand my competition first."

Ember arched an eyebrow. "Cautious, huh? I thought you'd want to crush someone immediately."

Riven chuckled. "I will. But I prefer not to waste my time on nobodies."