297 raid teams from various top guilds tried, failed, and were wiped out.
And a total of 315,850 deaths.
These numbers resulted from numerous failed attempts to climb to the 48th floor in the Tower of Trials.
The fading menu display blinked, and the time remaining was getting shorter.
The chat window, which once had millions of users, now had less than 100 people remaining.
That was a matter of course.
This is because so many guilds have already given up after the numerous failures.
Even those who had challenged the tower individually had long disappeared. Humanity was about to end like this without even reaching the next level.
It was just as everyone shared those thoughts that…
A blue light appeared at the place where humanity had long been cut off from. There was only one reason behind its appearance.
A man had appeared in the dungeon. His face couldn’t be seen as he had used magic to distort his face.
In one hand, he held a long dagger about 30cm in length. He was a player.
The chat window once again became active.
How long has it been since a new challenger appeared? The viewers who had remained without giving up hope burst into cheers at the very end.
In an instant, the news spread far and wide through social media, and people, who had only been waiting for death, came to join.
Soon, all of the attention turned to the challenger
At the words of one viewer, everyone’s eyes turned towards the dagger. It was a dagger dyed in obsidian.
And at the tip of the handle…
It was ‘purple.’
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, brown, and purple. Seven colors.
Purple was the highest grade, the highest level relic that could be obtained.
The hearts of those watching this scene began to beat wildly.
Here it was.
The fossils which had rotted over and over again.
At the appearance of the invader, the red dragon roared lightly in its lair.
Its enormous body was at least 30 meters in height.
Just standing in the face of it would make your hairs stand up.
“You humans do not know when to give up. Did you come back despite losing so many?”
Deathia looked at the intruder to its lair.
Those arrogant eyes, it was as if every other living thing was below it.
Of course, its arrogance was supported by its overwhelming strength.
“I had to do some preparations to make a grilled lizard. But it still isn’t too late, though.”
The man met the gaze very calmly.
At the cheeky response, Deathia frowned.
“Even if death is equal to humans, do you not know that the pain of every person’s death is different from another’s?”
“Well, let’s see if you can make that happen. Stop talking and just try.”
“Fine. After all, there is no meaning in talking to such puny things.”
Deathia clawed the air.
The man’s body then trembled as a high-ranking body bondage magic was activated.
“Such a futile ending.”
The dragon’s raised paw fell towards the man’s head, making his body seemingly look smaller under its large shadow.
At that moment, the front paw fell completely.
The ground below the dragon’s paw cracked, causing rocks to rise and bounce around.
The familiar feeling that it should have felt below its paw was missing. That feeling of crushed bones and the moistness of human flesh.
“A close range attack after body bondage… such an obvious pattern.”
It was then that the dragon heard the man’s voice.
This made no sense.
“The spell was still activated… you stopped it?”
In that brief moment?
“Well, I knew what you planned to do with those gestures.”
“Don’t speak nonsense!”
Deathia raised itself to its full height. The heat from its body soared high, touching the cave ceiling.
“There will be no more coincidences.”
Flames began to form inside its opened maw.
The moisture in the air began to dry up, so much so that even the strongest of humanity might have turned to ashes. It was a power that only dragons possessed.
“As expected, Dragon Breath.”
The man mumbled.
The reason that all the raids had continued to fail here was due to the challengers not being able to stop this fire.
It was a flame that burned more fiercely than a normal fire. After a few moments, the dragon’s magic condensed in its mouth and was released…
Not even a trace of a human’s body would remain/
“There is nowhere you can escape.”
Deathia’s Breath would be able to torch the whole dungeon, though the man simply replied,
“I have no reason to avoid it.”
He hadn’t come here to run, nor did he come here to die.
He was here to win.
He was here to survive, go up to the next floor and see the end of this world.
The man was covered by a dazzling cloud of mist. It was an infinite library of skills.
A library that contained the truth of this world. This was the man’s ability.
“Take ‘Hellfire’ and ‘Black Tears.’”
With those short words.
A fireball about 1m in diameter formed on his left hand.
And a black liquid dripped from the tip of his dagger.
Viewers who had connected immediately began to leave.
Right, that was how it was.
Hellfire or Black Tears. Nothing could surpass the dragon’s Breath.
That was a fact proven through the failures of countless challengers.
“You foolish human. Did you believe in those skills and come out to face me?”
Deathia clicked its tongue.
It wouldn’t be too difficult now.
Let’s Do it.
‘The skill which is manifested in my left hand.’
‘Fusing with the skill that manifested in my right hand.’
The resulting fusion would grant a skill of a higher level which would be able to cut through the dragon’s scales!
The man dropped the Black Tears into the Hellfire.
And at that moment.
The two skills merged into one and began to shine with a black glow.
A black flame that was utterly different from the Red Dragon’s Breath burned in his hand.
A higher quality of magic.
A completely different heat.
Deathia recognized it.
There is no way it wouldn’t know what that was. How could it not know?
Etherion was an ancient species of dragon.
And that was the strongest breath that an ancient dragon could use.
“Y…. you! How can a mere human have that ability…!”
Its curiosity was beyond its fear, so it had to ask.
“Who the hell are you!? Just who!?”
In response to Deathia’s question, the young man finally replied.
I was a nearly dead person.
Worn out, exhausted, and eventually drained.
“And this isn’t my first time killing you.”
At the same time, I was the only player who had ever climbed to the top of this tower.
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