Level Drain - Zettai Musou No Boukensha - Manhua

Alca stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through his hair as he gazed out over the vast expanse before him. The power he had accumulated through the Level Drain pulsed within him, a constant reminder of the price he had paid for strength. As he watched the sun dip below the horizon, casting the world in hues of orange and red, a sense of unease gnawed at his insides. The battles he had fought, the lives he had snuffed out in his quest for power, weighed heavily on his conscience. Memories of his humble beginnings as a lowly adventurer flooded his mind, reminding him of the dreams and aspirations he had once held dear. But now, as the Abyss Armor clung to his body like a second skin, he wondered if he had strayed too far from the path he had intended to follow. Images of his fallen comrades, their levels drained to fuel his own ascent, haunted him. Had he become nothing more than a monster, feeding off the strength of others to satisfy his own desires? The thought sickened him, filling him with a sense of self-loathing he had never known. Determined to set things right, Alca made a solemn vow to himself. He would use his power not to crush his enemies beneath his heel, but to lift others up, to protect the weak and defend the innocent. The road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he was ready to face whatever challenges lay in his path. With a newfound sense of purpose burning in his heart, Alca stepped away from the edge of the cliff, his resolve as unyielding as the mountains themselves. The world may fear him as the Level Drain, but he would show them that true strength lay not in the draining of levels, but in the uplifting of souls. And so, with a determined stride, Alca set off into the twilight, ready to write the next chapter of his story.