The 70th-floor boss.
The high-ranking demon race noble, Duke Kabalon.
On Earth, his na was already fading into obscurity.
Why?
Because he had beco a pathetically weak monster.
Kabalon’s Curse of the Average that swept over Earth caused so conflict, but it was overco without major incident.
Only one tower collapsed as a result—the Mount Fuji Tower in Japan.
In truth, if the Curse of the Average had persisted on Earth for a long period of ti, it would never have erged unscathed.
Fortunately, Juhyeok—helped by his summoned companions—quickly located and killed the true Kabalon.
Even now, a copied version of Kabalon still lurked on the 70th floor of Earth’s Black Tower.
But its power had been greatly weakened, to the point where any properly trained national player could defeat it easily with a holy sword.
Max Kruger’s world was different.
They failed to cross that wall and collapsed.
All that remained was the White Tower’s 1st floor—and his legacy.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding...
Items continued to pour into Juhyeok’s inventory.
They were likely what had been stored in Max’s inventory.
Was he happy?
Well... lying if he said he wasn’t, considering he’d obtained so many desperately needed items—
including a Trait Enhancent Rune.
Still, his heart felt heavy.
How lonely must Max Kruger have been?
It was impossible to imagine.
Ding!
[Inheritance of the 1st floor owner’s inventory has been completed.]
Juhyeok lowered his head deeply and prayed for Max Kruger’s soul as his body crumbled into dust.
Then—
Gyeondallae stepped forward, jingling her bell, offering heartfelt consolation through a restrained ceremonial dance.
"...You have done well. You have suffered much.
Your heavy burden has finally been lifted—rest without worry now.
May you find happiness in the world beyond."
The summoned beings also bowed their heads, offering comfort to the departed soul.
But—
Ding!
The ssages weren’t over yet.
What now?
[As the rightful inheritor, you may acquire ownership of White Tower 1st Floor.]
"...What?"
Acquire?
[Would you like to acquire White Tower 1st Floor for 45,179 kg of refined mana crystals?]
45,179 kg—roughly 45 tons of refined mana crystals.
The price was stated down to the exact kilogram.
So that ant—
That’s how much refined mana Max Kruger spent developing this place.
There were communication towers and power plants here.
Those two alone likely consud around 30 tons.
The remaining 15 tons must have gone into buildings, roads, and other attachnts.
Juhyeok hesitated.
What would he even do with this place?
He didn’t really need it.
Still...
It was only 45 tons.
He’d burned through 50 tons without blinking when building the landmark tower on the 17th floor.
"Mr. Rajiks?"
"Hoe?"
"How much refined mana do you have in your subspace right now? More than 45 tons?"
"Hoe—lots. I have plenty."
Then it was possible.
Might as well buy it.
"Stack it over there."
"Hoe-eng!"
Shsss, shsss, shsssss.
A massive pile of refined mana crystals appeared.
If Rajiks was a dinsional errand boy, then Juhyeok was a dinsional tycoon.
And a dinsional tycoon ought to own at least one piece of dinsional real estate.
"Acquire."
Swoooosh!
The pile of refined mana vanished instantly.
[You have beco the official owner of White Tower 1st Floor.]
[Temporary residency period removed. You may remain indefinitely.]
Nice.
[White Tower 1st Floor Entry and Exit skill permanently registered.]
[You may now access the White Tower 1st Floor Owner nu.]
[All residents of White Tower 17th Floor have been permanently registered as residents of the 1st Floor at no additional cost.]
The summoned beings were automatically registered as well.
So were his family mbers, Director Jeon, and CEO Jung.
Ding!
[Achievent: You have acquired another White Tower floor for the first ti.]
[Reward granted.]
[Elevator round-trip operation costs are waived for the acquired floor.]
"Oh!"
An achievent and a reward.
Now trips to the 1st floor were free.
It felt strange.
Thanks to the elevator, he could now move between dinsions.
Whether that was a good thing or not—he still didn’t know.
Should I call it a dinsional elevator?
The more he thought about it, the more incredible it seed.
Wait—
"When did we get that elevator as a reward again?"
"Didn’t we get it for capturing that succubus? The dream demon?"
"Ah!"
Right.
Diamat.
The 80th-floor boss.
The achievent for converting a Tower monster and accepting its defection.
That reminded him of sothing.
If this was a parallel universe—
"Ms. Diamat?"
"...U-uh, yes, Master?"
"Does this world’s Black Tower also have a Diamat?"
"Of course not. That’s impossible."
"Why? Kabalon exists."
Diamat replied with an indignant expression.
"Kabalon is a soul bound to the Tower—a kind of slave.
That’s why he can be copied and used across different dinsions."
She twisted her body slightly and added,
"But I’m under a free contract.
I signed an exclusive contract with Earth’s Black Tower only.
I don’t exist in other dinsions."
So that’s how it worked.
"Then who cleared the 80th floor in this world’s Black Tower...?"
"Soone special. Soone qualified to contract with the Tower."
"For example?"
"Well... probably another demon lord like ."
"You’re impressive too, Ms. Diamat."
"Hehe, compared to you, Master, I’m nothing."
At her syrupy tone, Veronica sneered.
"But a free-contract soul looks weaker than a Tower-slave Kabalon."
Kabalon had the power to destroy an entire world.
Diamat, on the other hand, had done nothing noteworthy and was caught hiding in China.
Hence—weak.
Diamat bristled.
"Oh? If I hadn’t been discovered, Earth would be destroyed by now.
Through inter-national nuclear war."
Veronica smiled thinly.
"But you were discovered. And you defected, begging to live."
"That’s only because my Master is so incredible.
Do you think I’d defect to just anyone? Am I so cheap dream demon?"
"You are cheap."
"No, I’m not!"
Tension crackled.
Another rivalry brewing after Kosak and Mackenzie?
Best to stay out of it.
They’d probably end up friends anyway.
In any case—
Thanks to the dinsional elevator, he’d gained valuable items and even acquired ownership of White Tower 1st Floor.
Why did he buy this place?
First, to honor Max Kruger.
This was his legacy.
It deserved to be preserved.
Second—
"Mr. Mackenzie."
"Yes?"
"You can summon teors, right? Preferably sothing big."
"Where should it fall?"
"Outside the 1st floor."
"Given enough ti, there’s nothing I can’t do."
"Good. Let’s try it."
Those damn monsters.
Even if he couldn’t kill them all, he’d at least get so revenge.
The world connected to White Tower 1st Floor—
already ruined, crawling with monsters.
Juhyeok reappeared on the sa high-rise building.
Imdiately summoned his companions.
Spot! Spot! Spot! Spot!
They saw it too.
A world where the boundary between Tower and reality had collapsed.
"Heh heh."
"They’ve all poured out."
"Truly dreadful."
"...It’s hard just to look at it."
"Hoe-ee..."
Juhyeok felt the sa.
If he could wipe them out, even a little, he’d feel better.
"Let’s drop one big hit."
"teor summoning is no problem, but I worry about the Summoner’s safety."
"It’s fine. We’ll dodge before it lands."
"Understood. I’ll begin."
Phase One.
Creating a teor in the ntal cosmos.
Ti required: approximately one hour.
Mackenzie ford hand seals and entered ditation.
His solemn expression, eyes closed—
he truly looked like a grand archmage.
Ah,
Great 9th-circle Archmage Mackenzie.
Show us your power.
You’ve been looked down on for far too long.
Especially by Kosak.
This ti, shut him up.
An hour passed quickly.
Phase Two.
Summoning the teor from the ntal cosmos into the real sky.
But—
"This is where it becos dangerous.
To form the teor, I must forcibly draw mana from this world."
"The resulting mana turbulence may alert the monsters, drawing their attacks."
The Mad Demon replied calmly,
"Don’t worry. You think we can’t protect you?"
"When did I ever worry about myself? I’m worried about the Summoner."
"Heh. Of course the Summoner cos first.
If you die, Old Man, no one would even care."
"...Very well. I’ll begin."
Mackenzie raised both hands to the sky.
Wooooong!
Mana began to swirl violently.
Drrrrrrrr!
With the boundary between Tower and reality broken, dense mana filled the air.
That formless power gathered, forming a massive current,
and at Mackenzie’s gesture, surged upward into the sky.
Mana condensed.
High above, beyond the atmosphere—
And then!
"Kraaaak!"
"Kyaaah!"
"Kuaaak!"
Sensing sothing amiss, monsters sward toward the building.
Wyverns, griffins, ice hawks filled the sky.
Pa-juk! Pa-jujujujuk!
Veronica’s magic gun roared.
Chwarararat!
Gyeondallae’s talismans scattered like petals.
Ziiing!
Destructive beams shot from El’s eyes.
Diamat deployed the Dream Domain.
Wyverns and griffins fell in droves.
On the ground, land monsters went berserk, charging the building.
They scaled the walls, clawing toward the rooftop.
This was more dangerous than expected.
"The warrior goes down first."
"Captain Go-bang, this Bardin shall follow."
"This old man will join as well."
"I’m going too."
Go-bang, Kosak, the Mad Demon, and Bardin leapt from the building to the ground.
Boom!
The battle erupted.
—
It had been a long ti since Go-bang held Bardin in his hands.
Papapapapap!
Land monsters were cut down and blown apart as they were struck by Bardin.
Sword Master Kosak and the Mad Demon’s crescent-shaped aura blades swept through the horde as well.
Even amid the chaos, Mackenzie’s second-stage teor formation continued.
Far off in the sky, a star-like point of light began to shimr.
As ti passed, Mackenzie’s face grew paler.
Cold sweat beaded on his brow.
Juhyeok wanted to go wipe his face at least—but he couldn’t.
teor creation consud an enormous amount of stamina.
A small one could be made quickly, but its power would be limited.
What Mackenzie was forming now was clearly massive.
If it fell, its destructive force would be beyond imagination.
Kwagwang!Papapap!Pajuk!Pajujuk!
The summoned beings fought desperately.
On the rooftop.
Below the building.
All to protect the summoner and ensure Mackenzie’s teor was completed.
It was nerve-wracking.
Juhyeok trusted their strength, but there were simply too many monsters.
They only needed to hold out for one hour—but that was far from easy.
Then—
"Uoooooooh!!!"
Go-bang’s roar, that of an RSR-ranked warrior, echoed through the ruined city.
A provocation.
"Good grief..."
The battlefield changed instantly.
Monsters surged like a tidal wave toward the giant Go-bang.
From the ground—and from the air.
At the sa ti, the summoned beings’ firepower concentrated around Go-bang.
Juhyeok frowned.
Watching Go-bang struggle desperately, Bardin clutched in his hands—it hurt to see.
The more he looked, the more wrong it felt.
How could a man fight while holding another man?
Why did he even use a taunt skill...
It was obvious—he was drawing all the attacks to himself to protect Juhyeok and Mackenzie.
His chest tightened.
Tears nearly welled up.
This couldn’t continue.
First, there was still one rank-breakthrough rune left—Bardin needed to break through as soon as possible.
And Go-bang...
I need to give him a proper weapon.
Luckily, he had just acquired sothing suitable.
Ti passed.
And finally—
"Kh!"
Second stage complete.
Mackenzie lowered his hands and collapsed to the ground.
"Huff... huff... haa..."
He was so out of breath he could barely speak.
"I-it’s... done."
His voice was barely audible.
"...You did great."
I’m never making you do this again.
"Drop it imdiately."
"Understood. But we must escape before it falls."
"Why?"
Juhyeok wanted to watch it hit.
"When the teor approaches the ground, an enormous torrent of mana erupts.
Mana distortion occurs, making magic, martial techniques, and skills unusable."
Right.
If that happened, the summoned beings wouldn’t be able to fight.
And they were still in combat right now.
"Drop it and run—now."
At last, the final incantation.
The lips of the 9th-circle Archmage Mackenzie slowly parted.
"Ground and sky—destroy all that exists.
Reaper of destruction, descend!"
The archmage’s true na invocation.
Flash!
A shining light in the distant heavens.
The impact point—here.
How powerful would it be?
There was no way to find out now.
They’d have to co back later and see.
First, recall the summoned beings fighting on the ground.
Spot! Spot! Spot...!
Then those on the rooftop.
Spot! Spot! Spot...!
Finally—
Juhyeok himself.
"Enter White Tower, 1st Floor."
Spot!
Everyone vanished.
—
Earth No. 675.
A world beyond the apocalypse stage—its destruction already sealed.
The Demonic Dragon Karathos, guardian of the 89th floor of Earth No. 675’s Black Tower, was flying toward Berlin.
He had sensed an unusual flow of mana.
Not the savage mana of monsters—but refined, human mana.
Were there still humans alive?
Then their souls would be his.
Demonic Dragon Karathos.
Dragons were originally beings of harmony and balance.
But when they rejected their ordained role and pursued power and desire, they fell—becoming demonic dragons.
The Blue Dragon Karathos fell the mont he reached adulthood.
Corruption?
Why was it wrong for an intelligent being to seek greater power?
Thus, he freely contracted with a being that could grant him greater strength—the administrator of Earth No. 675’s Black Tower.
In truth, he had never once exerted his full power while the tower stood.
Humanity here had collapsed in the 70s floors.
And now, with the boundary between tower and reality shattered, the true Karathos had burst out from the 89th floor to hunt human souls.
But it was disappointing.
Too many humans had already died in war.
There were also many competitors, so the number of souls Karathos could devour was limited.
Yet now—humans were still alive.
And not just alive, but emitting mana so powerful it could be sensed from afar.
Spot!
Karathos appeared atop a high-rise in Berlin.
Once the greatest tropolis in the world—now ruined beyond recognition.
"...Strange. They were here just monts ago."
There was no doubt.
Traces of fierce battle.
Countless monsters drawn to this location.
And lingering residues of many different kinds of mana.
"Quite a number. At least ten."
Players, without question.
Humans stubbornly clinging to life in a dood world.
Their souls would be heavy—
Souls tempered by hardship and despair.
How sweet they would taste.
Then—
Shhhhaaaaaak!
A sound brushed past Karathos’s ears.
"...Hm?"
From the sky?
He turned his gaze upward.
"...A shooting star."
A teor trailing a long tail of fla.
Still far away—barely visible.
Where is it going to land?
Karathos fixed his eyes on the falling teor.
Sothing felt off.
Its size was abnormal.
So was its trajectory.
If it fell here—
Karathos snorted.
So what if it did?
He could simply teleport away.
More importantly—where had the humans gone?
If he waited here, would they reappear?
The roaring sound grew louder.
Shhhhaaaaaaaaak!
Then—
"...What?"
Suddenly, the air grew heavy.
As if sothing with imnse mass was pressing down.
Drrrrrrrrr...
At the sa ti, violent torrents of mana surged.
"D-don’t tell ..."
Karathos finally understood.
This wasn’t a normal teor.
It was a teor created from mana—materialized into reality.
"...teor?"
Panic crept into Karathos’s mind.
What was this?
How could an ultimate spell appear in a ruined world?
"N-now’s not the ti!"
He had to escape.
If he took a direct hit, even he wouldn’t survive.
"Teleport!"
Swooo... fssss...
"...!"
Disaster.
The spell didn’t activate.
It was enormous.
An overwhelming mass of condensed mana.
A normal teor or even a nuclear missile could have been evaded with teleportation—
But the mana of this magically ford super-teor was warping all mana in the vicinity.
At that scale, only a 9th-circle archmage, working for hours, could create such a thing.
There was a 9th-circle mage on this Earth?
Then—
Kwakwa-KWAAAANG!
The teor began exploding midair.
"Y-you’re insane!"
Kukukukukuk!
Shattered fragnts slamd into the ground.
Kwakwang! Kwakwakwakwang!
The largest chunk was still heading this way.
Karathos couldn’t move.
Perhaps an ancient-class demonic dragon could have survived—
But for one who had only just beco a demonic dragon—
Thus, in the ruined city from which Juhyeok and his summoned beings had vanished—
The cataclysmic shockwave of the teor strike erupted.
Kwakwa-KWAAAAANG!
It swallowed everything that moved.
Creatures walking on the ground.
Creatures flying in the sky.
And even Demonic Dragon Karathos, frozen in stunned disbelief.
"N-no!!!"
Kwakwa-KWAAAAANG!
The devastating shockwave swept through the city.
The flesh of the so-called strongest lifeform—the dragon—
was torn apart like paper.
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