111 Special Roles

A figure stood silently in the middle of a desert.

Despite being clearly illuminated, the figure was somehow still hard to see.

There was nothing but sand all around.

In every direction.

It was a rogue's worst nightmare.

There was literally nowhere to hide.

Thankfully, this floor wasn't geared to test a contestant's combat power.

Jeremy's entire body started to sweat before he activated the cooling function of his combat suit.

He stared at the sun that made its presence known.

It glared right back at him.

For a second, Jeremy felt a little envious of its majesty.

Then, his eyes started to hurt.

…This would be a long 10 days.

Soon, a series of notifications from the <Tower > scrolled across his vision.

[Welcome to Floor 2.]

He slowly read the following messages until he got to the pivotal part.

[Your story will not be reset.]

[…Analyzing…]