"Rise and shine, sleepy head." A voice greeted Abhoth as he opened his astral eyes.His vision blurred, but it only lasted for a moment.Soon, he could see everything around him. It was the exact scene he remembered before dying—the underground room where he was brewing his Elixir.Did he not die? Had he managed to survive?Countless thoughts lurked in Abhoth's ghost-like body… until he realized the fact… that he was in a ghost-like body.He nearly shrieked, seeing as he had a near-transparent form, and floated like a ghost. A purple aura emanated from him, and his body was incorporeal—well, nearly.He was made of energy, and he could even see his actual body—his corpse—lying on the ground.Abhoth didn't need a prophet to tell him that he was dead.'Ghost Magic…?!' His thoughts rang, and imaginary cold sweat broke out on his forehead.He was a ghost, so he couldn't really sweat.Still, Abhoth understood the implications of what had happened to him. As an expert in Magic, he knew of th
[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!][The Tower Of War Has Been Cleared!]Torrents of thoughts flowed in my mind as I looked at the System Window displayed in front of me.'What the hell…?'Why?How?Who?It didn't make any sense.The average Level for the current denizens of the world was 50. The strong ones were about to reach Level 100, but I didn't expect anyone to have attained Level 150 talk-less 200.The Levels and Grades of the monsters climbed as one advanced through the Floors, and since the Towers had similar difficulty, I expected others to receive the same treatment I experienced.No one could have succeeded in that venture, but me. It wasn't pride… but reality!However…'Could it be.—?!'Perhaps it was something I failed to consider. I had always suspected it, but after the Tutorial ended and I kept a watchful eye on the Leaderboard, Auction, Tower Updates, and several other elements of this new world, my doubts were cleared.There shouldn't have been anyone else who was granted somet
What happens when a person keeps climbing the Tower?Yes, with each Level Up, wounds heal and the body is restored. However, mental fatigue is something that piles up. The strain a person has is something that gathers over time.The Rankers knew this quite well, so they all agreed to climb together. It was very obvious what they were planning on doing.—Letting the other person die!In this world, there were many ways to get stronger. It was also possible to use certain loopholes in the System—especially if one wasn't an Evil Aligned yet.Since the Rankers were in a Party, they must have been very certain of their Alignments, making them completely 'trust' one another.But, these things could be deceptive.Just as I managed to kill a bunch of people without a change in my Chaotic Neutral Alignment, the same applied to a lot of people—especially in a dangerous place like the Tower.As they fought monsters, it was certain that Rankers would get weakened. Then… if, by chance, some 'accid
"Oh well, there's nothing else I can do…" Even if I was annoyed about the whole thing with Arthur, it was still a fact that he lost.Thanks to their emergency escape, the Pariah party missed their chance to challenge the Hidden Floor of the Tower Of Conquerors.Not only that, but their plan to use Leah and the others as hostages didn't work. They were in my [Subspace].'It's not like they matter to me at this point…'I could simply keep them as (G) Karma Point banks.Now that I could once again resort to farming (G) Karma from people, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to gain as many points as I could?'Ah, but I need quite the number of Points to advance to B Rank…'My Gift was currently in C Rank. While the abilities were pretty broken at this point, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me if I could get a higher Rank.'With this whole gods business, I need to get as strong as possible…'With a smile, I gazed upon the warbling portal in front of me."Speaking of stronger… I sh
In the quiet aftermath of the tumultuous ARMAGEDDON, I found myself standing at the precipice of a new reality. The remnants of the battle lingered in the air, and I could feel the residual power and (G) Essence coursing through the fabric of existence. As I gazed upon the aftermath, a solemn determination settled within me – a resolve to forge a reality free from the influence of both Demons and Gods.With newfound purpose, I raised my hands, drawing upon the remnants of power that swirled around me. As I concentrated, the very fabric of existence seemed to warp and bend to my will. The Demons and Gods, the Administrators of this chaotic universe, were to be left behind in the debris of ARMAGEDDON.In a surge of cosmic energy, I began to shape a pristine reality, one untouched by supernatural forces. The skies cleared, the land became fertile, and the seas calmed. I meticulously crafted a world where the laws of nature reigned supreme, untouched by the meddling hands of higher bei
From a very young age, I had always known … "Teacher, Damien is being weird again!" "W-What did I do? I just…" "Shut up, Damien! How many times have I told you…" As a child, I had discovered, or rather… The truth had become glaringly clear to me, forced down my throat until it was one thing that remained constant throughout my life… The world was unfair! Some were born with good looks, charms, flair, and natural interactive skills. Some had money and were born into rich families, they become highly influential in their environment. In such a world, all you needed was luck, something outside your control. If you were born ugly, poor, and introverted… There was nothing you could do about it. "Damien's weird…" "He keeps talking to himself in such a weird way" "He doesn't have any friends…" "Just look at how miserable he looks, what could he have done in his past life to earn such a face?" I grew up hearing those words from everyone around me. I always wondered to myself whethe
"This world sucks… Everything sucks!" I muttered to myself as I grunted on my bed. I turned slightly, placing my head on my comfy pillow as I wrapped my entire body with the thick duvet which seemed to be twice my size. Covered in a blue overall, with star designs all over the pajamas I wore, I yawned and smacked my lips. Suddenly a loud ringing noise, followed by stereos of music and the jingles of a melody invaded the silent, dark room. I cringed in discomfort. "Urgh! Shit, not again!" I groaned as I tightened my face in disgust and frustration. I had shut everywhere, covered all the blinds, and even covered myself in my favorite duvet, yet the noise of celebration still managed to reach me. Glancing over at the wall, I saw a large calendar hung there, in a sorry state with several tears and marks all over. It had several strikes on it, showing the days that had passed. And the dates that were left without any marks were the days I was yet to live through. My eyes caught the nu
"Ah, let's check what's going on on Earth now…" I said, as I casually walked towards a large screen a short distance from me. I turned to my side and saw the shiny being who claimed to be 'God', and whom I now realized was technically my roommate. The luminous person folded his hands and just kept looking at me as I walked nonchalantly toward the large screen which resembled a television. "Good morning, or… Whatever time it is now…" I waved, noticing the gaze of God on me. Time didn't pass in the 'Sacred Hall', as God called it, so I had no idea what time or date it was. It had been a while since I had gotten mysteriously teleported into this mysterious space, and I was now feeling at home in the massive white hall. Wearing a new set of pajamas and socks, different from the last one, I cracked my neck and smacked my lips as I slowly moved forward while yawning. Finally getting to the front of the golden screen, I raised my hands and tapped it gently, still using my other hand to