A week goes by in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of a pitch-black forest, a young man was standing opposite a fierce undead. The undead was a creature that had long surpassed level 100, a skeleton paragon. A skeleton paragon was a rather advanced form of evolved skeletons, but this one had evolved quite recently. The young man didn't seem to be scared at all facing such an adversary, instead, he looked as if he didn't care at all. 

With his sharp eyes still inspecting the skeleton paragon in front of him, he fished out a scroll from the spatial bag adorning his waist. As he unfurled the scroll, a magic circle immediately lit up the surroundings. The skeleton paragon seemed to finally react to what was going on, but it was already too late! The magic circle had already accumulated all of its power, all it needed to do was release, which was what the young man had just done. A wind arrow sped out quickly from the magic circle, before finally hitting the skeleton paragon!