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Arlon stepped forward, passing through the portal to the next floor.

The cold energy of the Tower wrapped around him for a brief moment before he emerged into a new chamber.

Arlon rolled his shoulders, his grip tightening on Aetherion's Edge.

Floor 31.

The system's notification appeared.

[Floor 31, Level 1 will begin when the challenger is ready. Do you wish to start?]

Arlon barely glanced at the message before selecting Yes.

The moment he confirmed, a faint hum resonated through the chamber.

A deep, pulsing energy spread across the floor, and in an instant, monsters materialized.

This time, they weren't the same creatures he had been cutting down with ease before.

They were different.

Taller. Bulkier. Their armor-like hides gleamed under the Tower's light, and their movements were more refined. Their eyes burned with something more than instinct.

Arlon's Eyes of KET** activated, scanning them immediately.

[Level 180-185]

He exhaled slowly.

Finally, something worth fighting.

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The vast chamber of Floor 50, Level 3 stretched endlessly before Arlon, its stone walls dimly illuminated by floating blue flames that clung to the high ceiling.

The ground beneath his feet was cracked, worn down by countless battles that had taken place in this space.

There were no grand decorations, no engravings hinting at the Tower's origins—just a battlefield. A place meant for slaughter.

And right now, it was Arlon's turn to do the slaughtering.

Three hundred enemies. Time limit: three hours.

The system notification had already appeared in the corner of his vision. He exhaled, tightening his grip on Aetherion's Edge.

Arlon glanced at the timer without much concern.

Since reaching Floor 30, the time limits for each level had increased significantly.

Previously, the system had given 30 minutes for Level 2 and 15 minutes for Level 3. But from Floor 30 onward, the limits had shifted—Level 2 now had 30 minutes, and Level 3 had 1 hour.

Then, after Floor 40, it expanded again.

Level 2 now allowed 1 hour, and Level 3 stretched all the way to 3 hours.

It was as if the Tower itself acknowledged the difficulty of these battles.

And now, on Floor 50, he had 3 hours to clear out all 300 enemies.

Unlike the lower floors, where he could wipe out waves of monsters with a single devastating spell, things weren't so simple anymore.

The enemies surrounding him now were between level 190 and 199. Stronger, faster, and far more aggressive.

The moment the battle began, they rushed him all at once.

A blur of movement. A chorus of screeches and roars.

Dozens of monsters lunged at him from all directions, a chaotic swarm of beasts driven by nothing but the instinct to kill.

They weren't like the mindless creatures on the first few floors—these ones were coordinated.

Some charged at him directly, others flanked him from the sides, and a few even leapt from the walls, attacking from above.

Arlon reacted instantly.

Dash.

His body blurred forward just as the first wave of claws and fangs tore through the air where he had been standing.

He twisted mid-dash, pivoting toward the nearest enemy—a hulking, four-legged beast with a gleaming carapace and a maw filled with jagged teeth.

Slash.

Aetherion's Edge cut through the air in a precise arc, its dark blade cleaving straight through the creature's armored neck.

A spray of thick, dark blood followed, but Arlon didn't stop to watch.

Move.

His instincts screamed at him, and he spun just in time to parry an incoming spear-like appendage.

A mantis-like monster, its serrated limbs gleaming under the flickering blue flames, recoiled from the impact, but its attacks didn't stop.

It lashed out again, and this time, Arlon let it come.

Dodge.

He shifted his weight, tilting his upper body back just enough for the blade-like limb to pass inches away from his throat.

Counter.

Aetherion's Edge slashed upward, severing the limb at the joint. The creature screeched, staggering backward, but Arlon had already moved on to his next target.

This was his reality now.

The enemies came endlessly, their monstrous bodies moving with terrifying speed and precision.

They weren't giving him time to breathe, time to reset his footing—but that was fine. He didn't need it.

Keep moving. Keep cutting. Don't let them surround you.

His mind worked at an inhuman speed, calculating every movement, every angle, every threat.

He wasn't just swinging his sword wildly—every attack had a purpose. Every step was part of a dance he had perfected over years of combat.

A piercing shriek echoed through the chamber as another beast collapsed, its head rolling across the stone floor.

One down.

Two down.

Ten down.

Time blurred as the battle raged on.

The creatures adapted, pressing him harder. He adapted faster, cutting them down.

Even the boss—a towering, mantis-like monstrosity standing in the distance—didn't remain idle.

It occasionally flicked its massive forelimbs, sending shockwaves through the battlefield, disrupting Arlon's movements, forcing him to stay on edge.

It wanted him to slip up.

He wouldn't.

Minutes turned into an hour.

An hour turned into two.

And finally—

299 down.

Arlon stood in the center of the battlefield, his black coat stained with dark blood, his breath steady despite the exhaustion gnawing at his muscles.

One enemy left.

The boss.

His eyes glowed faintly as he activated Eyes of KET**.

A new notification appeared before him, revealing the enemy's details:

***

[Kurge]

Level: 210

Race: ???

Weakness: Joints

Information: #&%@*$?@!+!=#&

***

Arlon's lips pressed into a thin line.

As expected, the information was unreadable—just like every other time he had used Eyes of KET** inside the Tower.

He still didn't know if these monsters were a race from another world like Keldars or just monsters artificially created by someone.

Of course, he knew that Efsa had trapped them. But, weren't they the copies of the monsters from the planet Trionians once visited and saved?

If they were copies, were they real? Since EVR, the strongest existence, was the one who created them, wouldn't that make them all real?

He didn't have much time to think about these things, though.

Its level is over 200.

The first true test.

He let out a slow breath, raising Aetherion's Edge into a ready stance.

The battle wasn't over yet.

It was just beginning.