Captain, because of you my sister!

Jang Wei, dont call me that. You dont deserve to mourn Seina.

Shut up!

Its because of you that Seina ended up like that. Are you saying its not?

The rain had been pouring heavily that day. It was Christmas in 2017, a day when everyone should have been happy, but Yeon-woo was going through the worst nightmare. A greater hell had faced him when he arrived at the base after he thought hed finally left the jaws of danger.

Jang Weiit was a name Yeon-woo couldnt forget. He pitied the man but also despised him. He was the little brother of the woman he loved and a comrade. He was also the one who had tossed him in the middle of a battlefield under the pretext of carrying out orders. The betrayal hed felt back then was too painful, and when Yeon-woo returned, he immediately pointed a gun at Jang Wei. All he had to do was pull the trigger, but many thoughts swarmed in his mind, leaving him with nothing but darkness.

In the end, he put the gun down, but everything began to go wrong from that point because his resentment was still there. He wanted to revenge himself and make them go through hell like he hadno, hed make them go through an even worse nightmare.

It went without saying that Yeon-woo was as persistent in his revenge in the past as he was now. It was the beginning of a catastrophe, and none of the people involved could live the same way again if they hadnt died violently.

But hes alive? In the Tower? He was sure Jang Wei had died since hed left him in a remote desert, the same way hed been abandoned. Jang Wei had no choice but to wander without any food or water and be swept away by the wind.

Hed tossed the cartridge to the pleading Jang Wei so neither of them would forget the Christmas of 2017. But it had unexpectedly shown up again in Phantes hand. Jang Weis the Bow God?

Phante said he was one of the Cheonghwados Martial Gods, the prey that the One-horned tribe had been chasing in order to avenge their fallen tribe member.

The Bow God had suddenly disappeared without a trace, making it impossible to track him, and Phante said he was surprised to see him in the Elohims Outer Space. He was still hiding his identity, but Phante could not forget his aura, so they immediately clashed. After many rounds of attacks, Phante lost his right arm, and Jang Wei lost his left eye.

However, although Phante ended up being trapped in the emptiness, he said Jang Wei most likely escaped. It was a shame he couldnt catch the fast bastard.

It looks like he has a strong grudge against you. Hell probably continue to linger around you and become more secretive and persistent. You should be careful when youre sleepingaack! Phante was giggling and enjoying the situation despite being injured when Yeon-woo smacked the back of his head and stood up. He was about to toss the cartridge necklace to the ground, but he changed his mind and stuffed it into his coat instead. It was a bother that Jang Wei was the Bow God, but things had been dangerous the moment he entered the Tower. Even if one more danger was added, nothing would change.

Haa.He let out a cold breath. It was freezing, just like that day.

* * *

Kahn and Doyle returned a few days later. Yeon-woo, who was already at the One-horned tribes village, looked them over. They were covered in dust from head to toe. He sighed. All you guys getting beat up

Phante had been heavily injured, and these two didnt seem to be in the best condition. The supposedly elite members he had chosen were in pathetic states; he wasnt exactly in a happy condition himself. However, his sigh was partly of relief, too. Fortunately, the two only looked tired, and they didnt seem to be too badly injured.

Are you talking bout me? Phante sulked as he lay in his sickbed. His right arm was bandaged with a splint. Yeon-woo and Brahm had put a lot of effort into regenerating Phantes right arm.

If you only had your severed arm, I would have used surgery and healing magic to heal it, but since your arm is completely gone and youre infected with emptiness, it wont be easy.

Then what should he do?

We have to make a new one and stick it on.

Can you do it?

What do you take me for? I made a body for my soul and your Philosophers Stone. You think I wouldnt be able to make an artificial limb? Brahm patted his body as he explained. But an artificially made limb can never replace a real one. It wont be the same.

Theres still another way though.

Eh? Why do you think that?

I can tell from the way youre speaking. You brought it up since you have some solution.

Darn. Youre no fun. Conversations about things like these should be lengthened, but you had to ruin my party.

So its Bayluk.

You completely disregarded the intro and the buildup!

Yeon-woo quickly understood Brahms intent. Bayluk had succeeded in recreating not only the ancient species of the Elohim but also his brothers homunculus with the Emerald Tablet that the Crawling Chaos had given him. It meant that his knowledge of homunculi exceeded Brahms.

Making an arm would be easy for him, and so Yeon-woo immediately activated Purgatory Furnace, one of the powers of the Throne of Death, and began to squeeze Bayluks soul. At first, Bayluk had just scoffed, as if nothing Yeon-woo did could get to him, but he broke down not too long after.

Please! Please! Spare me! Aaack! Aaaack! The pain of his soul twisting and burning in fire drove him mad. Also, Yeon-woos resentment of him was too great, so he had no plans to leave the guy alone. His mission was to make Bayluk regret even his own death.

Bayluk was driven half-mad from the relentless torture and forced to give up the information he remembered and even things he had forgotten a long time ago. Thanks to this, Yeon-woo managed to create a new Emerald Tablet, and he learned that there was no overlap between this one and the one hed taken from Walpurgisnacht.

From then, Yeon-woo and Brahm racked their heads. After collecting Phantes DNA and other genetic information, they created a new arm, and they stitched the nerves and veins of the arm and the shoulder together.

Theyd been busy with all of this up until the day before, and Phante, who thought he would no longer have a right arm and was thinking of learning a new Mugong, was surprised. Fortunately, everything matched and he was becoming stable. However, Yeon-woo continued to scold him from his bedside, so he was feeling petulant.

Meanwhile, Kahn didnt know how to feel as he watched Phante. The son of the Cheongram family has a side like this? When he first participated in the Tutorial with Doyle, the two suffered from an inferiority complex from watching Phante and Edora race far ahead.

Unlike him and Doyle, who had been abandoned by their fathers and started from the bottom, the siblings had grown up drinking elixirs like water, bathed in the great expectations of the most powerful tribe in the Tower. They seemed like species from another world.

It was why Kahn and Doyle wanted to defeat the siblings somehow. They wanted to show the worldand their fathersthat they had become powerful through their own efforts. But in the end, that wish hadnt come true. The siblings were a wall they couldnt climb, no matter how much they tried. The memory of giving up was still clear in his head.

At least, Yeon-woo had overturned the rankings of the Tutorial and granted their wish, but they still passionately wanted to defeat the siblings. However, Phante didnt even remember them.

Whatcha looking at? He acted like the only reason he was putting up with them was that they were with Yeon-woo. He stared at Kahn and grimaced as if he were disgusted. His eyes showed no recognition. That was how unimpressive they had been to the siblings. Hm. Hey, you look a little strong.

Did they create a better impression now than they had in the past? Phante stopped frowning and looked Kahn up and down. He had the eyes of a beast who found delicious prey. Do you want to have a go?

Kahn was wondering how he should respond to Phante, who was filled with a competitive spirit, when Phantes head snapped to the side. It sounded like a pumpkin had cracked. Thwak! Yeon-woo had smacked Phantes head.

Aaaack! Phante covered his bruised head and glared at Yeon-woo. The smack had been so painful that his eyes brimmed with tears. What are you doing?!

Yeon-woo held up his hand again wordlessly.

Flinch! Phante instinctively moved back

Stop picking fights.

The way you speak, its like I only cause trouble

You dont?

Hehe! Well, I guess I cant exactly deny that. Phante grinned.

Yeon-woo clucked his tongue and turned to Kahn. What about the Devil Army?

Kahn peeked at Phante and shook his head. We couldn't even get close because of the Wind Demon Lord. He was too fast. I thought he was using Shukuchi or something.

The Wind Demon Lord was the fifth of the Seven Demon Kings and was also called Monkey King (a different Monkey King from Sun Wukong). Because he controlled wind, he was famous for being the fastest among the Seven Demon Kings.

If he had descended and prevented Kahn and Doyle from proceeding, it would have been impossible for them to continue the chase. In fact, it was incredible that theyd managed to come back alive. From that, Kahn said he got the impression that the Devil Army didnt want to fight them. To be exact, it was like they were trying to avoid killingor something like that.

Avoid killing? Yeon-woos eyes flashed. The followers of the beings so troublesome that they were called Demon Kings were trying to avoid killing? Besides, the Seven Demon Kings were a troublesome bunch, and even the mighty Great Sage was lowest in hierarchy among them. Kahns words werent something to gloss over. There was something bigger behind this.

When I think about it, the Head Bishop didnt kill anyone when the Lion King descended. Is that related to his sudden disappearance? While the Tower was in chaos after hearing that the Blood Land had fallen after the Elohim, Yeon-woo had sent his familiars to the Devil Armys territory to take care of them as well. But there were no traces of them at all, as though they had never existed in this world.

The Tower was shocked by this discovery, and no one could move forward with their plans. Yeon-woo felt that this had to be investigated further.

Still, we managed to learn what they were trying to get from the Elohim.

What?

Kahns eyes flashed. A treasure map.

A treasure map? Why? Yeon-woos eyes widened. There was only one treasure map they could be talking about if the Elohim were involved: the Taijitu.

As the descendants of gods, the Elohim had many holy artifacts, and one of the top-ranking ones is a treasure map that is the jewel of their collection: the Taijitu. Its an artifact belonging to the higher god Taishang Laojun, one of the godly society Chan Sects three leaders who are known as the Three Pure Ones.

Although its just a rumor, its said to be the main pillar that holds up the Outer Space Peals of the Great.

The Chan Sect was a large society that equaled Olympus, Asgard, and Deva. The great artifact of the leader of such a society, Taishang Laojun, had the folklore of transforming the face of the person who unrolled the painting into the face of the character in the painting. However, there were questions whether it worked like the rumors said, since the Elohim had never used it.

And now, the Devil Army had the artifact? If it was worth breaking their alliance with the Elohim, it had to be important.

The reason?

Doyle shook his head. We dont know. But since its an artifact everyone knew that the Elohim cherished

It must be something that the Devil Army believes will get them closer to their goal. All right. Ill have to look closer into this. Good work. Yeon-woo patted the two and nodded. However, hed have to deal with the Taijutsu later. After this war, there werent many forces left who could stand against Arthia. It was probably just the Sea of Time, the Daud Brethren, and White Dragon, who were still reorganizing themselves.

The Sea of Time was so powerful that theyd blocked Allforone from descending once, but they didnt show themselves often, and the Daud Brethren wasnt large enough to fight Arthia. White Dragon was stuck on the seventy-sixth floor without any intention of leaving.

The Devil Army was in a similar situation. Theyd received a fair amount of damage as well, so it would most likely be difficult for them to do anything. Unless the Head Bishop appeared, they wouldnt be able to defeat Arthia.

With that in mind, Yeon-woo planned on taking a rest and then proceed without clashing with them at first. He would take charge of the territory the Blood Land, the Elohim, and the Devil Army once possessed to expand Arthias influence. Then, he would organize the forces under Arthia to prepare for the next war.

He wasnt going to raise Arthia simply into a large clan. He was going to sharpen it until it was a sword that could break the Tower. And while he sharpened the sword, he planned on chasing after the clue hed gained from fighting the Crawling Chaos: Akashas Snake. I have to go to the Tutorial.

However, the Tutorial was a gate intended to test those who hoped to enter the Tower, and only ordinary players could approach it. The higher your rank, the more stringent the limits would be.

To get into the Tutorial, he had to ask permission first. The Bureau. He thought of the place that everyone in the Tower despised, whether they were players or natives. His eyes flashed. He already had a back-up plan if they refused.

Tsk-tsk! You made those Guardians suffer so much already. Looks like theyre all gonna be shredded. Shredded here and shredded there. Reading Yeon-woos thoughts, Shanon muttered to himself as he shook his head. However, despite his words, he seemed to be holding in laughter.