I simply stood there for a few seconds. In a daze, and wondered whether my eyes were playing tricks on .
[Welco to the one-hundredth floor.]
No matter how many tis I gazed at that announcent, no matter how many tis I read it, carefully, as to not miss a single word.
It didn't change. It was still there.
"... What?"
Finally, after what seed like minutes of silence, I muttered, my voice laced with confusion, and suspicion.
"One...hundredth floor?"
It was surreal. Just a mont ago, I believed I would be entering the seventy-first floor. But why is the announcent showing the one hundredth floor?
Am I simply hallucinating? That's probably true. The darkness may have ssed with my brain a little bit.
'Yeah...that's right.'
I thought, as I massaged my head and took a breather. In an attempt to relieve myself from fatigue.
However, even after an hour, it was still there.
"Why is it not...starting?"
I wondered, even if this was the last floor, why is not starting? All floors would have started pretty soon after the announcent was made. Maybe the tower would delay them a little, but never for this long.
Or maybe it would...to ss with . Or just provide the last floor with so significance.
But...what if it is the forr? What if it is ssing with ? It likes to do that? What if it is toying with and the exact objective of the trial is for to not be tricked?
Hesitant, I used [Dragon Eyes] and with them, I was able to confirm that the announcent before was real.
There was no doubt in my mind left. The skill was absolute. Lanesha and Suleras had always told that the skill was absolute, that nothing could deceive it besides a higher ranked [Dragon Eyes]. Therefore, peace and tranquillity returned to my mind.
The tower cannot tamper with this skill, it can disable it, but never can it change it.
"Alright... So sohow I am at the last floor."
I said, as I examined the area. It was similar to the place I woke up in. No, wait. Forget similar, it was exactly the sa.
The blank white walls, the blank ceiling, and the marble floors. The sa width and height. Everything was the sa.
Only the blue display in front of was different.
Shortly after I walked through it, expecting to sothing, sothing did happen.
[Would you like to challenge the final trial?]
A massive display, which completely made feel like an ant, appeared in front of . The words were so large on it, but were so clear to .
The voice echoed once more, but it was different now...it was...glitching. It failed to completely say the sentence accurately, and after many, many attempts did it succeed.
But it didn't stop, it continued to repeat the exact sa sentence, repeating its mistakes sotis, and sotis it would move on to other mistakes, forgetting the previous ones.
It was like it was broken, and the voice, which once belonged to a woman, was now distorted. It was like the horrid sound of sharp nails clawing out a chalkboard.
An absolute trauma for the ears, and for my sensitive ears it was hell.
"Yes, make it stop!"
I yelled as I clutched my head, trying to dampen the screeching noise that reached my ears. Thankfully, it listened and stopped. The place was tranquil once again.
Until the sound of glass shattering could be heard. All around , the floor changed from marble to cracked glass, the walls and ceiling complied as well.
With the A-no-Sakahoko, I remained vigilant, ready for anything to co my way, but the space was distorting itself. The spatial mana I possessed within my body and my affinity for it was screaming at .
It was changing, everything was changing but my mana, my affinity and my understanding of space telling ...
'It is flawed.'
It is imperfect, it is a glitch. A distortion unfit to be within the realm of space. Like it was perford by an amateur.
The space, regardless of the imperfection, expanded, I could see my self within the shattered glass that surrounded . Not just one, but countless, so whole, and so broken into pieces, all malford in their own way.
It was disgusting in its own way. But, the glass disappeared, and sothing else took its place.
Like it was being painted, or replaced. The floor turned into a stadium, with hard, dense, and perfect little squares. The ceiling was made of cent, and there were stands where the walls were supposed to be, like it was ant to watch this fight.
But who would watch it here? The tower? He doesn't need that! And as far as I recall, I am the only one here. The only one left in the tower, and the only one who has managed to get this far. Even if soone had entered after , it would be nigh impossible for them to reach to my floor. I was not praising myself, but was just stating the facts. But...
But, my skin developed goosebumps as I rembered this place. It was a vivid mory of mine, filled with regrets and a part of the reason why I had to go into this tower.
No, it was not a part...but it was the majority of it. The place filled with such regret, and hate for my own weakness. It was the sole reason for Samantha's prolonged period of torture and suffering from that curse.
It was this very place where I lost the first hope to cure Samantha. Where I was deprived of my capabilities and had to accept using the help of another to survive, but even then I lost due to my own weakness. It was this fucking place. I grit my teeth as the shattered glass reappeared and combined to form the figure of a person I hated to a certain degree.
Where I lost to Ezra Fornum.
[The Final Trial.]
[Defeat the Undefeated.]
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