**
Shitsubo's mind couldn't help but relish, almost perversely, in his dire predicament.
The exact number of Aggressors he would have to kill just to reach Level 11 was, by his best estimation, a staggering figure.
It was not a precise calculation, but an educated guess that settled on a number close to one hundred.
One hundred E-Grade Aggressors.
One hundred is by no means a small number; a mob of one hundred regular humans could overwhelm and tear apart a lone E-Grade Evolve through sheer mass and desperation.
Now, transfer that daunting proportion to him, but also factor in the chaotic, blood-soaked arena he was forced to fight in.
Consider the brutal, unforgiving geography and the soul-leeching climate of this frozen Gate.
Add to that his complete and utter lack of knowledge regarding these unknown alien beings, and the grim reality of his own limited combat time, dictated by both the System's Arcane Energy.
