Given that his only option is to retake the trial, Azzim is secretly moving to the northernmost side of Gurdat Town. He reaches to a site where there is a portal gate that is still in red color. He doesn't know when the gate will be active again. He doesn't know either when The First Trial Realm at the outside will be reset. He gets into the bushes, where he can observe the condition of the gate from a distance. He waits there while hiding his existence from the others. Some hours later, when the sky is getting darker, he hears the chattering sounds of the people he had previously met before. “Hopefully they die and be sent back here. That way, we can repay them back in the most painful way.” “But, what if they survive and then, they transfer back to this town without dying? That way, they keep their level and items. And here we are, at level 0 with just this simple white clothes. There’s no way for us to pay back what they had done to us.” There Azzim remembers, only in The Firs

Suddenly, he flinches, finding his entire vision filled with rippling water, as well as the entanglement of several scaly arms that he could not see clearly. Azzim tries to scream, struggling to break free. But instead, he chokes with water filling his throat. And then, he is suddenly able to let his scream out. However... “Dung!!!” Out of clues, his head hits the glass door of the sleeping pod. “Shit? What was that?” he murmurs while rubbing his forehead. Azzim pushes the door, looking so breathless with cold sweat dripping down his body. “What just happened? How did I get here?” In fact, Azzim is already in the dark room in one of the buildings in Gurdat Town. It is unclear what caused his death. Whether it was because of the wound he received, or because of something unclear that he has just experienced before returning to his senses in the sleeping pod. One thing for sure, he returns to that dark room because he just died out there. He lets his body lie down on the sleeping

Realizing those inmates are walking towards him from a distance, Azzim chooses to step aside. Meanwhile, the newbie is still standing pensively watching the bizarre sight he is encountering for the first time. “Hey, let’s get out of here!” Azzim pulls the newbie’s neck with his arm. “Wo, woaa. Why are...” “Just stay away from them for now,” Azzim replies. He stands aside by leaning against a wall of a building. Most of the inmates pass by while glancing coldly at him. It’s indeed they are all already know about Azzim’s existence in the first stage trial. And finally, Azzim sees Zircho’s face among them, grinning and glaring at him with a despised look. Azzim's just silent, not showing any emotion at all. No anger, neither a hatred. His face is so flat and cold, not wanting to let any thought inside his mind to be found out by anyone. But in fact, as a veteran assassin, he has been busy thinking about so many things he is going to do, to pay what that man had done to him. But then

Azzim immediately pushes the man who has just been stabbed by Zircho. Meanwhile, Zircho hasn't had the time to pull out his dagger yet. He is surprised, realizing that it seems like Azzim has been waiting the opportunity to attack him. “Die, you fucker!” Zircho shouts as he just pulls back his dagger. But Azzim has already delivered his slash using Zack's small knife that he has just snatched. A moment later, Zircho’s dagger is floating in the air. Likewise with the piece of his two fingers which have been cut by Azzim. He screams, clutching his severed and bleeding fingers. “Rodeo, give me your life potion!” Zircho shouts. One of his friends reacts immediately, throwing a vial filled with red liquid. Meanwhile, one of his other friends from a place some distance away is seen running while pulling his sword. Azzim acts fast, jumping like a tiger and snatching the life potion while delivering a quick slash. He manages to steal the life potion, and even manages to cut Zircho on the

He keeps touching that spot with an annoying face as he keeps not getting the other slide he needs to check. “What are you doing?” the newbie asks. But Azzim ignores him. He issues another command, to check his personal status about his passive talent tree. He still gets nothing. “Fuck!” Azzim mutters deeply, looking so pissed off. “How would I unlock my talent if I can’t access them?” It seems like that one basic stats is the only window he can access. He then asks the newbie to check his own personal status by telling him several commands. The newbie follows Azzim’s instruction. He then starts looking in awe with what he sees. It’s his personal interface window only him can see. The newbie is starting to do odd stuff, touching the empty air like a crazy toddler with his gadget. Judging by his reaction, Azzim knows that the newbie can access them all unlike him. Seems like this is the unfavorable condition which has been mentioned to Azzim before the system transferred him back