When Morris entered the Illusion Tower, his na started climbing up the rankings at a terrifying speed.
Seventh floor — seven minutes.
Eighth floor — eight minutes.
Ninth floor — nine minutes.
Tenth floor — ten minutes.
A whole ten floors, and he completed them in less than eleven minutes.
More people in the plaza imdiately took notice of this na, as most of them knew very little about Morris.
All they knew was that Morris was a prodigious talent of the Doomsday Bell and was highly valued.
However, even within Doomsday Bell, very few knew of Morris’s true strength.
Or rather, those who had seen Morris’s real strength had mostly already gone to eternal rest underground.
Six hours later.
First place: Morris (Doomsday Bell)
Current floor: 30
Ti taken: 06:58:03
Total ti six hours and fifty-eight minutes.
Not even seven hours.
Nearly four hours faster than Audric.
In front of the Teleportation Gate, the screen flickered slightly.
A thin figure erged from it, still wearing that dusty robe, with that bloodless pale face, and those hollow eyes that seed to care for nothing.
He didn’t look at anyone.
Just bowed his head, slowly walked into the shadows of the crowd, as if he was rely performing a routine task, compelled to complete it due to expectations.
The dormitory was silent.
Duke sat cross-legged at the desk, with several books borrowed from the library spread out before him, unread.
His gaze fell outside the window, where the distant snowy mountains shimred with a faint silver glow in the night, and the gleam of Sky City had shifted to a deep silver-blue hue.
The emblem on his chest trembled slightly.
He directed a strand of Spiritual Power into it, and rows of information appeared in his consciousness.
It was a real-ti update of the rankings, which he had been monitoring since the assessnt began, checking it several tis a day.
Duke noticed Morris’s ascent, pondered for a mont, then withdrew his Spiritual Power and leaned back in his chair.
The night outside was deep, but in his mind, the thin figure erged again—dusty robe, pale face, hollow eyes that seed indifferent to everything.
He recalled the aura he sensed in the arena.
That spine-chilling aura emanating from the very rules of death.
He knew back then that Morris was no ordinary person, and that he needed to be more cautious when dealing with him in the future.
In the ensuing days, the entire Central Islands were abuzz with discussions about Morris.
In the cafeteria, on the bridge, in the library’s reading area—everywhere, the topic revolved around him.
"Have you heard? That guy from Doomsday Bell, cleared thirty floors in six hours and fifty-eight minutes!"
"Of course, who hasn’t heard? His na is right there at the top of the rankings."
"Where did he co from? Why have we never heard of him before?"
"Who knows... there’s not much information about him."
Duke sat in a corner of the library, listening to the conversation between two unfamiliar Wizards not far away, and turned a page of his book.
He had heard similar discussions too many tis over the past few days.
So said Morris was a hidden genius, others speculated he might have mastered so forbidden power, while others claid Doomsday Bell was going to surpass all other organizations this ti.
There were also people secretly investigating.
Duke noticed those unfamiliar faces; they were lingering near the West Coast dormitory area, subtly approaching those who had interacted with Morris, and so even attempted to inquire about his performance in Magic Potion class.
But Morris’s life trajectory was simply too straightforward.
He didn’t go out, didn’t socialize, didn’t talk to anyone.
His dormitory door was always shut, and no one knew what he did every day.
Those investigating would likely co up empty-handed.
Duke closed the book and got up to leave the library.
...
In the past few days, the nas on the rankings had stabilized.
The top ten positions were mostly secure, with only the ninth and tenth places still fluctuating slightly.
Duke knew it was ti.
During this week, he hadn’t been idle.
Aside from his routine ditation and practice, he had been gathering intelligence about the Illusion Tower.
He conversed with those who had entered, listening to their descriptions of what they encountered on each floor.
He stood in the plaza, observing the ti and floors achieved by those on the rankings, quietly calculating the difficulty gradient of each floor.
He even managed to obtain several unofficial clearance notes through Lis’s connections.
The scattered contents recorded by a few people who had withdrawn, but enough to piece together so patterns.
Below ten floors, there were Level 1 Demons. The types were random, but their strength levels were similar. As long as one handled them properly, passing wasn’t difficult.
From floors ten to twenty, Level 2 initial opponents began to appear.
It was no longer just Demons; sotis it was Elental creatures, other tis Warriors from the Other Plane.
According to soone from the eighteenth floor, they encountered an illusion indistinguishable from a real person, employing tactics, setting traps, and utilizing the environnt.
Beyond the twentieth floor, the difficulty sharply increased.
According to those who reached around the twenty-fifth floor, starting from the twenty-first floor, they ca across Level 2 mid-tier opponents, often more than one.
Sotis it was two cooperating Magical Beasts, sotis a small squad of Other Plane Warriors, and sotis it was simply an extre environntal test.
For instance, fighting in lava or in a gravity-free space.
Beyond the twenty-fifth floor, it was Level 2 Peak.
Vera being able to reach the twenty-ninth floor ant she had consecutively defeated at least four Level 2 Peak opponents after the twenty-fifth floor.
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