Swoosh!
A massive blade cut through the cold air, completely missing his head by mere inches. He rolled forward, feeling the freezing wind pressure scrape against his skin. "Pant... pant..." he gasped for air, his chest heaving up and down. The fight went on, and he managed to dodge and survive the Undead Warden's relentless attacks thanks to his newly enhanced stats. But he knew this situation couldn't last forever. His legs were getting heavier, and his stamina was draining fast. If he made even one small mistake, he would be cut in half. "I can't let this drag on," he thought, gripping his cracked rusty sword. He remembered the weakness Elian had mentioned earlier. The rusted joints behind the knees and elbows. He waited for the giant knight to swing its heavy executioner's sword again, waiting for the brief three-second window when the boss lost its balance. He dashed in, swinging his blade with all his might at the exposed gap behind the monster's knee. Clank! The attack landed, but the impact was too shallow. His rusty sword couldn't bite deep enough into the dense, corrupted bones and thick armor. The Undead Warden simply flinched before turning its glowing crimson eyes back to him, raising a heavy armored gauntlet to backhand him away. He quickly stepped back, barely avoiding the hit. It was too difficult to strike the weakness. He couldn't safely close the distance due to the boss's towering strength and the constant threat of the Severed Soul Strike. And when he did manage to land an attack, it just didn't have a big enough impact. As he leaped backward to avoid another crushing stomp, a familiar transparent panel popped up in his vision. Glitch-glitch [Action-Based Growth triggered.] [System Warning: Anomaly detected.] [You have continuously evaded fatal attacks at the limit of your physical capabilities. Trait: Limitless Potential is abnormally forcing neuromuscular adaptation.] [Agility +1] His body instantly felt a bit lighter, his reflexes sharpening just in time to duck under a horizontal slash. But extra speed wouldn't kill the boss. He was getting exhausted, and he desperately needed an attack that could give a massive impact. He started thinking deeply. "What kind of attack can break that armor?" He looked at the Undead Warden, remembering the terrifying black energy wave the boss had released earlier. The Severed Soul Strike. It was a condensed wave of dark mana that flew through the air, carrying enough kinetic force to obliterate a stone pillar and damage human consciousness. "A wave... a slash that travels," he muttered to himself. He didn't need the soul-damaging effect; he just needed a high-impact attack to injure the boss deeply. He needed a wind slash. Since the boss used dark mana to create its wave, he figured he had to use his own mana to create wind. He mentally recalled his status panel. He had 11 points in the Mana stat. It had been sitting there completely unused since he entered the Tower. "I don't even know how to use magic..." he gritted his teeth as he sidestepped another heavy vertical smash. The stone floor shattered, sending debris flying into his face. He closed his eyes for a split second, observing the way the Undead Warden released its skills and the flow of the air in the room. He imagined an energy flowing from his chest, down his arms, and into the hilt of his cracked sword. He swung his blade forward, trying to command the wind. Swoosh! Nothing happened. It was just a regular, empty swing. "Damn it!" he cursed, forced to throw himself to the ground as the Undead Warden retaliated with a sweeping kick. He scrambled to his feet. He didn't give up. He tried again. This time, he focused entirely on the air around him, trying to force the invisible energy inside him to grip the wind. He felt a faint, warm spark in his chest, a strange sensation he had never felt back on Earth. But right as he was about to swing, the boss roared and lunged at him. Losing his focus, the warm spark vanished instantly. He barely parried the attack, the impact sending a jarring pain up his arms. "Pant... pant... one more time," he whispered. His vision was starting to blur from sheer exhaustion. This was his third attempt, and probably his last chance before his body gave out completely. He took a deep breath, blocking out the sound of Elian fighting the skeletons in the background. He focused every ounce of his high Willpower. He grabbed that warm spark in his chest and violently dragged it through his veins, forcing it into his hands and onto the cracked, rusty blade. Suddenly, the air around his sword began to warp. A pale green light coated the rusted metal. The wind in the massive room began to swirl, violently gathering and condensing around the blade. The rusty sword groaned loudly, cracking further under the intense pressure of the raw mana. The Undead Warden raised its massive executioner's sword high, preparing to unleash another Severed Soul Strike. "Take this!" he roared at the top of his lungs. He swung his sword forward with everything he had left. BOOM! A massive, crescent-shaped blade of compressed wind and mana exploded from his sword. It tore through the air with a deafening screech, slicing the very ground beneath it. The big wind slash collided directly with the Undead Warden just as it brought its own sword down. Craaack! The sound of thick armor and dense bone shattering echoed throughout the entire antechamber. The massive wind slash cut cleanly through the giant executioner's sword, before sinking straight into the center of the Undead Warden's chest. For a second, everything went completely still. Then, the towering boss slowly slid apart. Its massive body had been split perfectly into two pieces. The glowing crimson flames in its helmet flickered weakly before dying out completely. The two halves of the giant knight crashed onto the stone floor, shaking the room one last time before turning into a pile of black ash. [Congratulations. You have defeated the Floor 1 Boss: The Undead Warden.] [Floor 1: The Forgotten Catacombs has been cleared.] [Calculating rewards...] [You gained 500 Tower Coins.] [You obtained: Warden's Executioner Core (Grade: Rare) x1. Item automatically transferred to Inventory.] [You obtained: Rusted Knight's Gauntlet (Grade: Uncommon) x1. Item automatically transferred to Inventory.] [Party Experience Buff (2x) applied.] [You have leveled up.] [You have leveled up.] [You have leveled up.] [You have reached Level 7.] [Through extreme enlightenment and action, you have created a new skill.] [Skill Acquired: Wind Slash (Grade: Uncommon).] A massive flood of golden and blue text filled his vision. A bright, warm light enveloped his entire body, instantly healing his scrapes and bruises as the multiple level-ups restored his physical health. He knew he had obtained something incredible. But as the adrenaline finally left his system, a terrifying weight crashed down on his mind. "Ah..." he murmured, his eyes losing focus. The physical wounds were gone, but the mental exhaustion of constantly facing death, forcing his trait to mutate his body, and forcibly draining his untrained mana pool was far too much. The mental fatigue was absolute. His cracked rusty sword finally crumbled into pieces of dust in his hand. His knees gave out, and he collapsed heavily onto the cold stone floor. As his consciousness rapidly faded into darkness, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps echoing across the room. "Daniel! Hey, Daniel!" Elian's panicked voice was the last thing he heard before the world went completely black.Latest Chapter
Chapter 15 – Mist-Stalker
They stood back-to-back in the damp dirt. The freezing wind carried the thick white mist, swirling it around their boots and obscuring the dark treeline. Elian kept his spear raised tight against his side. The young man scanned the dense fog, his eyes darting across the empty spaces between the massive ironwood trunks. He waited in silence, keeping his heavy right arm raised. He felt the cold iron of his new gauntlet chilling his skin. "These things are Ironwood Mist-Stalkers," Elian said. The young spearman kept his voice down to a harsh whisper. "I heard stories about them from the veteran scavengers back in the Hub-World slums. They are native only to the second floor. You will never find them outside of this specific forest. The name comes from their hunting ground, but their true terror lies in their passive skill." He listened intently. Knowledge meant survival in this death game. He kept his eyes locked on the gray void ahead. "What kind of skill?" he asked. "They use the t
Chapter 14 – Reasons to Survives
They pushed through the damp undergrowth for what felt like hours. Every step dragged heavier than the last. The thick fog of the Ironwood Forest offered no comfort, only a freezing chill that bit into their skin. Neither of them spoke a single word. The silence stretching between them carried the heavy weight of the massacre they had just witnessed. Eventually, the endless rows of ironwood trees broke, revealing a massive, overturned tree root. The hollow space beneath the jagged wood provided a natural, hidden cave. It was secluded enough to block the biting wind and obscure them from the main path. He gestured toward the hollow. Elian gave an exhausted nod. They crawled into the dark space and collapsed against the damp dirt walls. They did not light a campfire. The risk of drawing attention in this cursed forest was too high. They just sat in the dim gray light, catching their breath. He leaned his head back against the cold earth and closed his eyes. But closing his eyes offe
Chapter 13 – Not even A Minute Passed
His boots pounded against the damp soil of the Ironwood Forest. Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass. The thick white fog clung to his skin, chilling him to the bone. He pushed his exhausted legs harder, dodging thick, twisted roots that threatened to break his ankles. The realization hit him again, crashing down on his mind with the weight of a physical blow. This world was terrifying in a way he had never anticipated. When he first arrived, he thought the monsters were the ultimate threat. He thought surviving the Undead Warden meant he was beginning to understand the rules of this death game. But the truth was far more twisted. The beasts born of dark mana were predictable. The real nightmares were the human challengers wandering these endless floors. Elian dragged him by the shoulder, forcing him to keep a grueling pace. The young spearman kept looking over his shoulder, his eyes wide with a primal, instinctual panic. "Keep moving, Daniel! Do not even think about looki
Chapter 12 – Run!
"What...?" he muttered, looking at the frozen faces of the men around him. The air in the clearing turned dense and heavy. The four furious men, who just a moment ago wanted to spill blood, stood still like statues. Even Elian gripped his spear with white knuckles, his face drained of color. He did not understand the situation at all. He glanced back and forth between the cloaked stranger, the terrified men, and the beautiful girl on the ground. The campfire flickered, casting long, eerie shadows across the Ironwood trees, yet no one dared to make a sound. "Elian!" he yelled, breaking the suffocating silence. He pointed his heavy gauntlet at the girl. "Who is the person in front of us?" Elian swallowed hard, a loud gulp echoing in the quiet mist. "Right, of course you would not know this person since you are not from here..." Elian stammered, his eyes never leaving the girl. "But this girl in front of us... she is a genuine monster." He felt a chill crawl up his spine. His grip on
Chapter 11 – Alisa
"What...?" he muttered, his eyes widening in surprise. He looked closely at the figure sprawling on the damp soil. Despite the dirt and the panicked, hesitant expression masking her features, her beauty was undeniable. She had long, disheveled hair, striking facial features, and a slender, lean body that could easily make any ordinary man lose his consciousness just by staring. But this was the Tower of Awakening. It was a brutal death game where survival was the only rule. He and Elian both knew that not everyone in this place was kind. In fact, they were certain there were far more evil people hiding in the shadows than good ones. Before making any rash decisions, he kept his newly acquired [Rusted Knight's Gauntlet] raised, maintaining his vigilance. They needed to ask questions to fulfill their curiosity and figure out the situation. "Hey, calm down," Elian said, taking a cautious half-step forward while keeping his spear lowered but ready. "Take a deep breath. Who is chasing
Chapter 10 – 2nd Floor Trial
The warm morning sun felt incredible against his skin. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly brewed coffee. He stood on a perfectly paved driveway, looking up at a massive, three-story luxury estate. The white pillars gleamed in the sunlight, and the lush green lawn was perfectly manicured. Standing right next to him was Olivia. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, her hand resting softly in his, a bright, loving smile on her face. Just a few steps away, Olivia's parents were nodding at him with genuine approval. They had finally accepted him. He had fulfilled their impossible condition. He turned his head to look at the garden, and his heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of peace. His mother was there. She wasn't wearing her faded, worn-out uniform from the minimarket. She was wearing a comfortable, elegant dress, laughing as she watered a bed of vibrant roses. She looked so healthy, so well-rested. There were no more night shifts, no mor
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