Eleven

What did the creator want? What could be his purpose in sending us here? I was now as sure as everyone else that creating and destroying a world was not even a problem for him.

What was the reason for all this trouble when it was clear that dealing with a few billion mortals like us would not bring him any gain?

Regardless, we were given an opportunity; how could I doze off in front of the door that opened to get us out of our situation?

"Not five hundred, even five hundred thousand; I will keep cutting until I finish this job!"

After taking my determination to the highest level, I became rerun among the Fallen. I was increasing my kill count by keeping an eye on my stats.

In case of any mishap, eight hours of torment awaited me with open arms. After I started hunting, I realized one more thing, and I could figure out the primary purpose of this punishment.

I killed over 500 Fallen to level up, and it took me over four hours. At this moment, perhaps because I did not experience the horror, I was more afraid of the eight hours I would lose than the torment.

Therefore, I started checking out my party mates once an hour. I was trying to develop ideas for our plans by learning about skill enhancement and Fallens cutting speeds.

Five hours had passed since we started hunting separately from each other, and I saw that it would be tough for me to look at the results.

At my command, Rimel only was using her ability. She had Purified 230 times in the past, but unfortunately, she had no Fallen kills. The most exciting information I got for her would be when I learned that her Goodness Points had reached 100.

Although I couldn't think of it from the beginning, most of the mobs in her area were passive, which meant that some of the people who were immune for 10 seconds under the skill's effect had dared to kill the Fallen.

I immediately asked if the skill book was dropped, and the last five hours showed that having a skill made things a lot easier.

Unfortunately, my answer was negative, and owning a book on the first kill was one of our privileges.

Toraman was a little more balanced than the little girl; he managed to kill 200 mobs and use abilities 225 times; I think this was only for the beginning; just like me, his young bull would score higher as time went on.

Even though Toraman was good, the day's surprise came from an unexpected place and hit me with the right hook. Sukrucuk had almost turned into a terminator when I didn't see him. He told us that he was killing 900 mobs, as he only focused on killing the Fallen without using abilities.

Although no one could beat me in terms of efficiency due to using 780 mobs and 540 abilities, the man's speed was too high for a tank. While it might seem like good news at first, it did make me nervous about the future.

There were many players whose class was a tank in online games but who were trying to damage at parties. I never got on well with these people who neglected their primary job and were trying shows. I should have teamed up Sukrucuk with Rimel as soon as he leveled up; it should have been prevented from forming other ideas in his head by being deceived by the cutting speed.

I wouldn't have to wait long for what I had planned; half an hour before a voice rang in our heads.

"Dears, I have been promoted to Level 2. The moment I cut the Thousand Fallen, a metallic voice sounded in my mind and told me what I had gained!"

When Sukrucuk spoke in a slightly excited tone, we were all intrigued. When we were silent, not to interrupt his speech, he fell into silence as if waiting for a move from us.

"Brother, tell me what happened!"

Toraman was the first to come forward in this tense atmosphere. These moments were an excellent opportunity to learn about the behavior of my party mates.

"I have earned two points that I can use to increase my values, and an armor gift was given to me for being among the top ten people to level increase on the First Floor of Hell!"

When I heard the latest news, I was shocked, and the system had sent equipment to the first ten people who leveled up.

"Big Brother, did you get the armor? How are its features?"

I, who had been calm until now, was rushing as if my ass was on fire.

"I didn't get it, Max; I don't know where to get it?"

I should have guessed this situation; there were two options: either the object would come by mail or be delivered from the armor shop.

"Brother, can you say 'Open the Mailbox'?"

Since Sukrucuk could not know these things, I had to guide him in some matters; luckily, he started to listen to my words without hesitation.

"I came across a screen, on the top, it says 'Congratulations, your gift is in the message'"

"Very good, open it!"

I am trying to be quick by using short sentences.

"I opened it, Max, a page like a letter appeared before me. 'You are the eighth sinner who managed to level up on the First Floor of Hell, and you deserve the Child of Sorrow armor!"

"What the hell is Child of Sorrows?"

Hearing the name of the given object, Sukrucuk was going crazy from the shock he entered; his problem was this name reminded him of *Little Emrah, while I was stuck in his rank in the top ten.

"I return to slaughter the Fallen. Brother, you take the armor and put it on now!"

There were still two gaps if the enemy brother-in-law was in the eighth rank. I ignored the use of talents to get gifts and started cutting alcoholics directly.

The fear of death gave way to the rush to take advantage of the event. When I ran out of energy, I dived into the mobs as much as possible without waiting for them to be fully charged.

Ever since I found out that 1000 mobs were enough to level up, my expectation was high, and if I knocked down 220 Fallen, I would be in the top ten.

Since I didn't need the energy required for ability use, I stepped into Level 2 when an hour was almost up.

"Congratulations!"

As the system message resounded in my brain, my palms began to sweat from excitement, and although I regretted not only focusing on leveling up, I was still waiting for some good news.

"You have earned 2 points with which you can increase your stats!"

After what I heard, I waited ten seconds without breathing, hoping the metallic voice would continue its conversation.

When a minute passed, I had given up hope; this time, I spoke to satisfy a curiosity gnawing at my mind.

"In the First Floor of Hell, what is my rank among those who have reached the second level?"

The prize was gone; I had to accept it bitterly; what bothered me was not knowing how far I had missed.

Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm talking like an accountant and want to know what happened. Something inside me said I hope I missed it by a large margin.

How interesting the brain was working, I was tearing myself apart until ten minutes ago to get into the top ten, but as soon as I learned that I had lost, I started to wish success to be far away from me.

"11!"

While I was in thought, my ranking number slowly appeared before my eyes; thanks to the two numbers standing next to each other, I would know that I had narrowly missed the gift.

*Little Emrah: Child of sorrow, little Emrah

He is an actor who acted in more than fifty films in the 70s and 80s in Turkish cinema in his teens. He got this nickname because of a song he sings, but the most crucial point is that either his mother or sister is a prostitute in every movie.