“What do you mean by that?” Kang Yoon-Soo asked with a grimace. He was the reason why the worlds would be destroyed? What did that mean?

“It’s a bit difficult to talk about it here. I’ll show you personally once we go up,” Sirian said before gulping down the remainder of his alcohol and standing up.

***

They all climbed the magic tower. There were no trials or monsters that stood in their way, as Sirian had cleared all of them on the way down.

The magic tower’s scenery changed on every floor. One floor had countless acres of golden wheat fields; another had a large, imposing bloody castle towering above them; on yet another, they had to cross a sea. However, one thing in common among all the floors was that countless monsters lay strewn across the ground, massacred by Sirian. Apart from that, there were rest areas on every tenth floor, which contained an ample supply of alcohol, firewood, potions, beds, and tents.

They soon reached the fiftieth floor of the magic tower, which was also its midpoint. The floor was devoid of any decorations, monsters, or anything else; it was completely barren and dark. Suddenly, Sirian stopped, muttering something under his breath and clapping a few times.

Then, the scenery instantly changed, as the darkness that surrounded the party was banished by several glowing motes of light that resembled fireflies. The lights gathered together to form a circle in front of them, then split into numerous shapes...