000. Going Back
000. Going Back
The Tower.
Who built it.
Why it was built.
A place where people are dragged in without knowing anything.
From all sorts of parallel worlds, all sorts of races are dragged here. They climb the Tower by competing against each other without knowing anything.
And at the end, there was a young man who finished it all alone.
He stabbed a holy sword into the reverse scale under the jaw of the red dragon, then leaned against the corpse as if exhausted and rested.
He wanted to lie down on the ground right away.
Clunk.
The blood flowing from the red dragon's corpse had long pooled into a sea of blood. He wasn't gutsy enough to lie down in this sticky, metallic-smelling place.
Pfft.
"Seriously."
He laughed hollowly.
"The Heavenly Killing Star has a weak stomach."
The Heavenly Killing Star, who was soaked in blood and driven mad by killing intent, had a weak stomach. If his hometown folks from the 4th Murim heard this, they'd probably chatter loudly while using it as drinking conversation.
Ding!
[Congratulations! <Martial God> Dam Cheon!]
Did this damn system sense his desire to return home? It delivered the 10th floor clear congratulations faster than usual when handing out rewards.
'Oh. Now I'm completely accustomed to this language. I'll probably slip up a bit when I go back.'
Regardless.
The system faithfully performed its role.
[You have cleared the 10th floor of the Tower!]
[You can return to your original world!]
[Will you return to 《4th Murim》?]
[Yes/No?]
There was no need to ask.
"......Yes. Yeah. I'm going back."
He was now.
Going home.