The notification appeared the mont Zar'veth fell.
[Floor 91 has been cleared.]
[You will be teleported to the next floor when the countdown ends.]
Arlon's body tensed as he read the ssage.
This wasn't normal.
Before, after clearing a floor, he had been able to rest—even if only briefly. The Tower had never forced him to continue imdiately.
Now, he only had a limited ti before being teleported away.
Then, another ssage appeared.
[Ti remaining: 5:00]
His breath slowed.
Five minutes… That's all I get?
His first instinct was to scan for anything he had missed.
Was there a way to delay the teleportation? To stop the countdown?
But no—nothing changed. The ti kept ticking down.
4:59
He clenched his fists.
So this was how it worked now. No rest. No chance to recover properly.
The new chanic of the Tower wasn't just that there was only one monster per floor—it was that he couldn't stay on the floor for long.
That changed everything.
He looked down at his body, assessing his condition. His injuries weren't critical, but they were adding up.
His arms ached, his breathing was uneven, and fatigue was beginning to settle deep in his muscles.
He could use a potion. He had so—he was always prepared.
But if the floors continued like this, and if there really was no ti between them, he needed to ration his supplies carefully.
If he used potions now, what would he do when he was in worse shape later?
And he would definitely be in worse shape if the monsters got stronger in the next floors.
He had to hold back.
Instead of healing everything, he activated his passive regeneration skills and focused on recovering naturally as much as possible.
If he had no choice but to continue fighting, then he would only use potions when absolutely necessary.
His mind raced as he considered his next move.
What happens on the next floor?
This wasn't like the last ti the Tower "broke." Before, monsters had been completely random, their levels unpredictable.
But this ti, Zar'veth had been alone on the floor. That suggested a pattern—but was that pattern going to stay the sa?
He didn't know.
The Tower was supposed to be fixed, but that didn't an he understood its design.
If this was an actual feature, then maybe the next floor would also have only one monster.
Would its level be higher? The sa?
He had no way of knowing.
Either way, one thing was certain: there was no going back.
The countdown was rciless.
0:02
0:01
Then, the floor changed.
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The mont he arrived on floor 92, the new opponent was already in motion.
Arlon moved purely on instinct, dodging before he even saw the attack. A massive claw tore through the space he had just occupied.
He barely had ti to take in the creature's form—so kind of six-legged beast with razor-sharp limbs—before he was already counterattacking.
His blade struck, and the battle began.
The monster was level 301.
He won, but barely.
By the ti the five-minute tir started again, his body was screaming in protest.
He didn't level up, and he didn't have ti to rest.
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Floor 93 - Level 302 Monster
It seed like the monsters' levels were increasing one by one for now.
The monster was humanoid this ti—a heavily armored knight wielding a colossal warhamr.
Arlon's speed was his only advantage. The knight's defense was ridiculous, each strike of its hamr shattering the ground beneath them.
Every parry sent vibrations through his arms, threatening to disarm him.
His stamina was draining at an alarming rate.
He got hit twice, one being cancelled thanks to his title's skill, but the other sent him flying. He crashed into the wall.
Thankfully, he could get away before the enemy could strike again.
And he endured.
Victory.
He downed a potion for the first ti in a while after the five-minute tir began.
He didn't level up, and he didn't have ti to rest.
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Floor 94 - Level 303 Monster
A mage.
It rained fire upon him, forcing him into relentless movent. His body was already at its limit, and dodging took everything he had left.
But he persisted.
Victory.
Five-minute tir.
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Floor 95 - Level 304 Monster
A monstrous centipede, its body stretching endlessly across the battlefield. Every ti he severed a segnt, it regenerated.
His attacks were growing weaker. His movents were sluggish.
He was running out of everything.
But he won.
Five-minute tir.
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Floor 96 - Level 305 Monster
Arlon barely survived.
The monster was a towering, faceless being with hands that distorted reality itself. Each attack twisted space, bending his surroundings unpredictably.
He couldn't trust his own vision.
He fought blindly, relying only on instinct.
Sohow, he struck the final blow.
5:00
He collapsed to one knee. His vision blurred.
No more.
His body scread for rest.
But the countdown was rciless.
He had to drink two potions.
And he didn't know if he could win against level 306 existence.
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Floor 97 - Level 306 Monster
The monster was a colossal serpent, its scales harder than steel. He had no ti to analyze, no ti to strategize.
He fought purely on instinct, striking at weak points whenever they appeared.
The battle lasted longer than any of the previous ones.
When he finally won, the five-minute tir felt like five seconds.
He could barely stand.
He drank another two potions.
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Floor 98 - Level 307 Monster
A towering, skeletal construct, wielding a scythe that cut through space itself.
Arlon no longer had energy to spare. Every movent was forced. His reaction ti was slowing. His body refused to listen.
He couldn't use the Eyes of KET** to see more than a mont into the future.
He felt like his mind was being healed by the Tower, or else he would have gone crazy already.
But he pushed through.
And he won.
5:00
He collapsed.
He needed rest. He needed it.
But there was no ti.
He also didn't level up. If what he needed was training, it was impossible with these 5 minute breaks.
If what he needed was experience, how many more level 300 existences did he needed to kill?
He even thought of killing himself to revive back in Trion. He thought that level 299 was enough.
But he endured once more. Only two levels were left. And if the Tower didn't end on floor 100, he wouldn't climb more.
There were only three potions left. He drank two of them.
The countdown ended.
And then, the nightmare truly began.
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