The trial interface materialized before NightTiger, spewing its grim data. Its Health measured five thousand, and its Mana matched that number. The beast carried 300 points of strength, 500 points of physique, 300 points of agility, and 500 points of energy. Its passives remained unknown, and its skills were equally hard to read. According to the description, it was an eerie creature warped by the Abyss—something designed purely for destruction. Once it locked onto a target, it was as if a reaper's scythe had already settled against that person's neck. "These stats…" NightTiger froze, a chill ripping straight down his spine as the Desert Ravager Bear's numbers punched the air out of him. Those figures weren't merely high—they were a scene of a crime. He wasn't intimidated by 5,000 Health; many late-game bosses had health pools of that size.The truly terrifying part was those double 300s. 300 Strength and 300 Agility? Who designed this—someone with an axe to grind? He flicked open his own stats for comparison. NightTiger had always built for extremes. Instead of spreading points like normal players, he funneled everything into strength, chasing raw damage above all else. That obsession left his base physique sitting at a miserable ten. Even with his guild feeding him top-tier equipment—two gold pieces, the rest silver—and stacking every buff they could, his physique only climbed to fifty. His Health was capped at 560. In short, this Desert Ravager Bear only needed two clean taps to erase him. "What even is this thing? I've never seen this beast in any dungeon." A ripple of unease spread through him. Then, a thunderous roar cut him off. The eerie creature spotted him and charged straight across the dunes, kicking up waves of sand."That quick?" Panic surged. With that level of agility and no terrain to dodge around, NightTiger had no choice except to brace for impact. Ding! A damage notification flashed across his vision, showing that he had taken 236 points of damage. The sheer force rattled through his arms. Nearly half his bar vanished in an instant. He gritted his teeth and waited for an opening. Years of high-level PvP instinct kicked in as the beast recovered its massive swing. Silvermoon Cleave ignited in his hands. His blade swept out in a sharp, gleaming curve, the strike crashing down on the beast's skull with perfect form and absolutely no mercy. A damage marker suddenly appeared... a stark, humiliating zero hanging over the beast's head. "What?" NightTiger froze. For a split second, he honestly wondered if he'd tripped on some desert fungus and started hallucinating.He ran an all-in damage build—every point shoved into strength. With stacked equipment boosting him to 150 strength, plus the burst from his skill and Silvermoon Cleave, his strike should have smashed past the 200 mark easily. That firepower was the whole reason he'd dared to touch an Abyss Trial at all. Yet the attack he trusted most had produced... nothing. A clean, shiny zero. Great. I swing for the fences and end up cracking air. What's next—do I try tenderizing a giant clam for practice? His powerful strike failed to harm the Desert Ravager Bear, causing his confidence to waver. Is this seriously a trial for humans? Who clears this? NightTiger's head buzzed, his vision tightening with helpless disbelief. He couldn't piece together how Aiden overcame a creature like this. It felt unreal—borderline insulting. The eerie creature didn't give him time to process his crisis. With the air screeching around its massive arm, it swung again, this time channeling a full-fledged skill.Boom! The hit tore away 420 points of his Health in a single blow. The world blinked out. NightTiger fell. ... ThunderPaw Esports Hub, Westbrook City. ThunderPaw Esports Hub, one of the city's biggest gaming companies, ran like a machine under NightTiger's leadership. Over a hundred employees staffed the modern villa they used as their base. Today, the place ran like it was on fire. Screens flashed, editors shouted across tables, and PR managers hurried between desks. 'Note: Outside of the public beta launch or special threat events like eerie invasions, players could log in and out freely just by entering or leaving sleep. Staying awake meant no auto-login and no time consumed.' The reason behind the frenzy couldn't be simpler.NightTiger had stepped into the Abyss-level tier advancement trial. The studio's marketing crew latched onto the moment instantly, blasting updates across every platform they could reach—countdowns, reaction clips, live commentary. They pushed the hype to the ceiling. He was the world's second Level 10 player. Millions tuned in to watch him perform. "Boss picked the perfect moment. Clear or fail, traffic numbers are exploding. We're hitting record revenue today." A young man in a tailored suit leaned back on the couch, grinning at the rising analytics. Another staffer leaned forward, eyes bright. "If he pulls it off, I can spin the campaign so hard he'll eclipse Nighthale by morning." The man in the suit chuckled. "That's exactly why we hired you. I'm not sweating it anyway—Boss' built for this. Abyss won't even slow him down." Excitement buzzed through the room. "Boss is about to—Boss?!" The second staffer's voice cracked mid-sentence.