Fate.The one thing even the gods cannot change.Truly, it is the thing that allows only a select few, the most sacred individuals, to be touched by the Creator and elevated to a higher rank, granting them everything they desire.The thing that brings everyone and everything into existence.One of the three cornerstones that determines the laws of the Tower, or by its real name, Aculon, and the thing that reflects people's reality.But what if the Creator's power touched you, just as he touched those people, and allowed you to change your life with his own hands? What would you do then?Perhaps you could have become wealthy.You could have become one of the tower's leading merchants.Perhaps you could have become a king, or even an emperor.Perhaps you could have even found a chance to sit alongside the gods and goddesses.Isn't that right?There was someone else who had these thoughts. Someone who wanted to enter the miraculous tower and pass through the door between life and death,

When the young man stood up, he turned to the woman he was trying to protect and said, "If you know of a safe place, please leave here quickly."The woman shook her head and thanked him tearfully, almost pleading, "Thank you so much, thank you so much!"Altair's hands were shaking uncontrollably. It wasn't from fear. It was the adrenaline that his body was pumping out in increasing amounts.The young man hadn't expected to have so much fun inside the tower, especially during the tutorial section. It was perhaps a slightly cruel thought, but killing a monster excited him.There were many dead people around, and the dead bodies of many races Altair didn't know. Spilt blood, scattered body parts...Still, the young man hadn't collapsed at the sight, perhaps because he had taken a life himself; on the contrary, he forced himself to see everything.Meanwhile, more shouts began to reach his ears. Yet this time, the shouts were neither from the crowd nor a cry for help."Fall back! To the in

Altair plunged the hunting knife in his hand right into the troll's neck.Although the hunting knife was of excellent quality, it hadn't pierced his neck at first. Still, Altair wasn't going to stop there.Again and again, without pause, he had plunged the hunting knife into the troll's neck, into the same spot, nearly fifteen times.Within a short time, these efforts, this struggle, had been successful."UUUUUUGGGG..."The troll did not scream in pain. Instead, a strange howl, a whimper spread around, and the troll fell forward onto the ground.Altair rolled on the ground to avoid injury and, without stopping, got up and pulled the hunting knife out of the troll's neck.[Congratulations! User has levelled up to level "three"! You have gained 5 status points! Each status point gained in the Tutorial will be distributed randomly. User has gained "1" strength and "4" agility status points.]Although Altair saw this system window and could directly perceive the development in his bod

"Can you understand why the eyes of the sacred beings are upon you? Not only did you purify the solid faster than anyone else, but you also forced yourself to do it. Normally, those chosen for Hell Difficulty are the children of high gods and goddesses. Like Eris or her brother Moros, who had purified the solid before."When Altair heard all these words, he realised how narrowly he had escaped.He had indeed shown more courage than necessary and had almost gotten himself killed. Still, he was alive, he was here, and that was what mattered."On top of that, you need to think. Your choices had consequences. You could have entered any part of the city to reach the mission area. You could have met people who could be considered side streets, main areas, different NPCs, made companions, and spent a day or two trying to clear this floor. Your choices would have led to change, but you proceeded in the most perfect, most courageous way." Hazel added to her own words.With that, she fell silen

Altair had crossed the next bridge and then stepped onto the second small island.The second memory, when the memory of his regret began to surface, was one where the young man had managed to see a memory that he truly regretted, one that genuinely saddened him.This time, he was sixteen years old. It was a memory from before he left the orphanage of his own accord to study at a school.It was a memory from a few days after he had been selected by a school because of his intelligence, learned that he could receive an excellent education on a scholarship, and accepted the offer.The young man was in a room at the orphanage. It was a truly warm room, with the orphanage's elderly director present and the orphanage's children, both young and old, around him.This place... was perhaps the best, most emotionally warm room in the orphanage.Whenever anyone wanted to cry, whenever they wanted to laugh, whenever they wanted to shed tears of joy, they would come here, to this room where the dir