Days 266–270:

The world of IN trembles once more. Space-time itself, once governed by the neat laws of logic and limitation, has begun to bend—pulled by a revelation too powerful to ignore.

Heroes SeLeg and Necromario—names now etched into the crystalline chronicles of this world—have become the first to surpass level 100. As if crossing a singularity of existence, their experience, resolve, and spirit reached a critical mass. They are no longer just champions—they are the embodiment of a quantum leap, where a once-stable entity breaks free into a new, unknown, and irresistible trajectory.

This moment shatters the illusion of limits. If level 100 wasn’t the peak... then where is the ceiling? Or is growth in the world of IN a fractal? A pattern folding into itself, each spiral not an end but a deeper unveiling of the truth behind power?

I can feel the energy within the camp shifting. Other heroes now gaze at SeLeg and Necromario not just with admiration, but with a sense of cosmic curiosity—as if they’ve become living gateways to what lies beyond. Every step they take reverberates through reality itself, leaving echoes in all of us.

And I remember...

The early days, when a monster emerged from the forest mist—an overwhelming force we could not defeat. We retreated, helpless. Only luck—or fate?—saved us. But now, I wonder: What if that was a warning? A whisper from the world itself... of something bound to return—but on a far more terrifying scale?

We've grown. We've evolved. But maybe... the world of IN evolves alongside us. Its monsters adapt. Its spaces grow denser, more distorted, more charged with compressed energy—ready to explode.

Meanwhile, a new wave of artifacts has arrived at camp. As if the world itself sent us a reminder: Even in the midst of breakthrough—knowledge, discipline, and discovery remain our greatest strength.

I’ve returned to the Altar of Ages—to the glowing crystals, to the fragile threads woven through synapses. These energy-genetic blueprints are keys—not just to power, but to awakening.

Every artifact is a fractal droplet of time, holding the imprints of a creature long gone—its dreams, its suffering, its strength. Each synapse is a quantum node, existing in a state of both potential and limitation—activated only through the unique resonance of the hero who touches it.

And yet I feel—we’ve barely scratched the surface of what synapses truly are. Not just stat boosts... but maps of consciousness. Ancient gates hidden within each hero, waiting to be unlocked. Perhaps they hold the secret to understanding the very fabric of IN.

So I retreat from daily duties. I lock myself in the lab. There is work to do. Meditation through science. Prayer through alchemy. Revelation through sacrifice.

And still—on the edge of perception, like a phantom pattern in the quantum grid—I sense something...

Something is coming.

Too many coincidences. Too many signs. Something is stirring at the core of this world. Something that watches us, as we try to watch ourselves. Something moving now—through the mines, through the phantom arena, through the very weave of IN.

I don’t know what it is.

But I know one thing: The next chapter is about to unfold. And we must be ready. All of us. No exceptions.

Learn even more about the world of In-Match3 and keep up with new events on the In-Match3 Fan Zone.