Solomon stepped through the iron gates. A massive creature occupied the center of the chamber. It stood ten feet tall, its green skin bulging with unnatural muscle. The mega goblin wielded a giant tree trunk studded with rusty iron spikes.

It roared, shaking the cavern walls, and charged.

Solomon kept Eden’s Penance resting easily on his shoulder. He watched the creature swing the spiked trunk in a horizontal arc. He dropped into a crouch, letting the massive weapon pass completely overhead.

He pushed off his back foot, lunging forward. He drove his right fist deep into the creature’s exposed kneecap. A loud crack echoed in the chamber, and the mega goblin howled, dropping to one knee.

Solomon capitalized immediately. He leaped onto the creature’s bent thigh, using it as a springboard. He launched himself upward, delivering a devastating spinning kick directly to the mega goblin’s temple. The force snapped its head to the side. The giant monster collapsed onto the stone floor, completely unconscious.

Solomon landed gracefully, wiping a speck of dust from his shirt. The fight had taken exactly ten seconds.

He turned to the floating mechanical owl. "How long did it take me to clear this first floor?"

The chat immediately responded.

[LazyCat: about an hour and a half.]

[GamerGuy: dude you literally just one-shot the boss with a kick.]

Solomon nodded. "An hour and a half. I will try to clear all ten floors in less than twelve hours."

The stream interface exploded with panicked messages.

[User12: WHAT?!]

[BloodKnight: Solo man, you are completely sleep-deprived. Your body will shut down before you hit floor five.]

[NewbHunter: Please take a break. You are going to get yourself killed.]

Solomon ignored their warnings. "What is the normal record for clearing ten floors solo?"

Viewers from across different realms immediately chimed in.

[SwordMage_X: My guild in the Silver Peaks recorded a solo clear in 22 hours.]

[IronFist_Chen: I am from the Azure Sect in the Eastern Realms. Our top disciple managed it in 18 hours.]

[LoneWolf: We had a guy in the Northern Wastes do it in 20 hours.]

Solomon smirked at the glowing text. "Eighteen hours is the best time. I will try to speedrun this and set a new standard."

The viewer count, which had stabilized around five thousand, began to tick upward as new people joined the broadcast, drawn in by the ridiculous claim.

The system interface suddenly chimed with a series of high-tier alerts.

[System: BloodKnight has issued a challenge! Clear 10 floors in under 12 hours for 10 Diamond Crowns (50,000 Points).]

[System: LazyCat has gifted 5 Platinum Shields!] Message: "Speedrun lore let’s go!"

[System: GoonLord has gifted 3 Golden Thrones!] Message: "I AM WATCHING YOU! DO NOT DIE!"

He passed the gates and entered the second floor.

While Solomon stepped through the portal to the second floor of the dungeon, complete chaos erupted back at the Live Streaming Academy.

The news regarding the dimensional malfunction in the beginner labyrinth of the Ruined Kingdom of Eden had finally reached the faculty. Two breathless attendants rushed into the Grandmaster’s office.

The elderly man sat behind his massive oak desk, feeding strips of dried meat to a scaled falcon perched on his chair.

The attendants quickly delivered the urgent report about the broken portals and the wandering high-tier monsters.

The Grandmaster dropped the meat into a bronze bowl. He demanded to know why the administration was only just learning about this disaster and asked for the exact number of trapped students.

"The first-year students are still confined to their dorms reading the mandatory rule books," the lead attendant explained rapidly. "The senior students completely ignore the Ruined Kingdom of Eden. It is a beginner world mostly used for training, and the loot there yields terrible conversion rates for academy points. Since standard exploration missions often last for several weeks, the monitoring staff assumed the students currently inside were just taking their time."

The Grandmaster frowned deeply. He looked directly at the attendant. "What about the boy Solomon? Has he returned from his expedition yet?"

The attendant quickly pulled out a portable crystal tablet and tapped the screen to access the academy registry. "He is still inside."

"Bypass the public servers," the Grandmaster ordered, waving his hand toward the office projector. "Pull up his live feed right now. Give it full administrative access to remove any broadcast delays."

The attendant typed a command into the tablet. Their eyes suddenly went completely wide. They looked up from the screen, their voice trembling. "Sir... the chat logs say he just defeated the Undead Paladin."

The Grandmaster stared at the attendant in absolute disbelief.

The second attendant quickly projected the recorded footage of the boss fight onto the large wall of the office. The video displayed Solomon casually dodging the Mega Goblin, but they quickly rewound the feed to the battle in the ruined chamber.

They watched the boy dismantle the towering white knight.

"His swings look incredibly basic," the first attendant noted, sounding entirely unimpressed. "The fight looks completely ordinary. There is nothing special about his technique at all."

"Shut up," the Grandmaster snapped.

He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto the projected footage. He watched the flawless, terrifying efficiency of Solomon’s footwork and the devastating power behind his strikes. The boy was executing a flawless martial art disguised as basic slashes.

The Grandmaster pondered the implications. He wondered if Solomon had finally awakened his supposedly useless SSS-rank talent, or if the boy was hiding an entirely different secret from the academy.

He leaned back in his chair and pointed at the door. "Go find Professor Balzac and bring him to my office immediately."

The attendants bowed quickly and rushed out of the room to fetch the professor.

Ten minutes later, the office doors swung open. Two sweating attendants rolled a wooden utility cart into the room. Professor Balzac lay sprawled across the flatbed, wearing a silk sleeping mask and clutching a wrinkled pillow. He had refused to wake up or walk here under his own power.

The attendants bowed quickly and exited the room.

"Wake up, Balzac," the Grandmaster ordered.

Balzac groaned and pushed the sleeping mask up to his forehead. He blinked at the bright projector light illuminating the office. "I do not get paid enough for this."