They say time flies, and that once your days are full, they vanish in the blink of an eye.
In truth, the year Ark spent was remarkably repetitive and tedious. Every single night without fail, he went out to slaughter undead. Every three days, he would seek out a Commander-level creature and unleash the Five-Thunder Shock Drum to destroy it.
For a whole year, his days and nights were inverted—sleeping and meditating by day, hunting monsters by night. Such dry, monotonous training only dragged time out, making every month feel like a year.
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