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The level of the Temple of Fate was 350.

Although this was lower compared to Jeong-hoon's current level, it wasn't something to be taken lightly.

‘The temple's level adjusts to mine.’

If a player is below Level 350, the temple remains unchanged. However, if someone above that level enters, the temple scales upward to match their level.

When entering as a party, the level adjusts to the highest-level player in the group.

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