Biban, the 9th seat of the Tower of Wisdom—it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was Muller’s teacher, and the founder of the Matchless Swordsmanship. He encountered Grid after a long time. He stared at Grid before shaking his head and dropping the rag. 

“Didn’t you gain enlightenment when you visited the tower the other time?” 

Enlightenment—he got the infinite sword energy and became stronger. For Grid, who had visited numerous places and met countless people so far, the Tower of Wisdom and the tower members were extraordinary. 

“That’s right.” 

“Then why... I don’t think you’ve grown much.” 

Grid was stung. He noticed that the growth Biban mentioned meant his level. Grid’s level had grown rapidly after defeating two great demons in hell and he was currently level 421. He was still the best among players, but it was natural for the tower members to not be satisfied. That’s right. Currently, Biban was disappointed in Grid. 

“I’m ashamed.” It was embarrassing. This was Grid’s honest feeling. He didn’t deny that his level growth rate was ridiculously slow compared to his given environment. 

“...Is it necessary to be ashamed?’ Biban shook his head again with an expression of regret. “Every person has different talents....