The aura around her had changed considerably. If she looked cute and innocent before, then now she looked like the goddess of ice. She had gained a vital boost in her understanding of her abilities thanks to fighting by herself. She had learned how to apply telekinesis to herself or another to fly. Her hovering figure gracefully descended from the air. The tip of her shoe touched the water surface. Instantly, it turned to ice, and the ice spread outwards, creating a sheet of ice on the lake—a trail that she followed to step up to them.
Melody, John, Iris, and even Nevis could sense the changes in her. When asked from her mouth, it turned out that fighting by herself made her realize the extent of her powers. Usually, Vincent would be with her, saving her from every danger. Although he was doing good and acting out his part as her lover, he was sheltering her too much, making her no different than a flower under the protection of a garden and the care of a gardener. However, as this time he wasn't here, she truly got to experience what it was like to fight for one's life, and that helped her tremendously.
"Now, only Varth and Vincent are left inside the monster tower."
Nevis looked at the monster tower, hoping that one of them would be able to conquer it.
"I wonder who's on the 30th floor and who's on the 15th floor," Iris said, a look of wonderment on her face.
"I believe that it's Vincent who is on the 30th floor," Leilani said in a voice filled with confidence.
"Yeah, it got to be him as he is the strongest among us," John added.
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Meanwhile, on the 30th floor of the monster tower, a young man wearing tattered clothes appeared at the edges of a cliff. Blood patches stained him in a lot of spots. Some of which was his but most of it belonged to the one he killed. His upper body was bare, and abs rippled down his abdomen. He had an exhausted expression on his face, but his crimson eyes burned ferociously with the intent of conquering this floor and challenging the next.
[I congratulate you, warrior, who has bathed in the blood of a thousand to reach this place. But you're far from conquering this tower!]
Vincent had faced hundreds of monsters to reach this place, many in the second stage of the demonic realm, some beyond that, but none weaker than that.
Although only two floors were left, Vincent believed that they would be the hardest. Conquering them won't be easy, especially the last one. After all, except for the one named Joker, no one managed to conquer it, and even the emperor of might failed.
[I welcome you to the 30th floor, Goblin Village. Goblins are a weapon of mass destruction that the demons use to infest the planets that they want to conquer. Their reproduction is terrific, enough to give the sage of sages a headache. These monsters can reproduce with any race, and they lack all manner of shame. Lust, gluttony, carnage, bowing down to the strong and ripping apart the flesh of the weak; that's the entire cycle of their life. To complete this floor, kill all of the dirty worshipers of demons at the bottom of the cliff, and prove yourself stronger than them.]
The notifications were set in place by the creator of the Monster Tower, and he had started receiving these notifications after climbing up to the 25th floor. Vincent's gaze skimmed over the holographic screen in front of him, and he determined that the Iron Clad Lady hates the green monsters with a heart. Not like he was that much different.
The 30th floor was no different than a gladiator arena. There was a 500-meter wide land, shaped like a circle surrounded by cliffs. He was standing on one of them, and as he looked down below, he saw around thirty goblins, standing guard around two 2-meter giants with a potbelly and thick muscles.
The two were Hobgoblin, the leaders of the goblin village, and they were sitting in the center of the land and chewing on green flesh, one that could only belong to a goblin, meaning that they were currently practicing Cannibalism.
"Roar!" "Roar!" One of the goblins, who was holding a bow and had a quiver filled with a dozen or so arrows, caught sight of Vincent and immediately roared at the top of its lungs to alert the others. Its mouth opened wide to the point where the onlookers could see the inside of its throats!
Its roar worked wonders, and the goblins immediately got to work, appearing ready to deal with the intruder. All the eyes turned toward him.
Whoosh!
The goblin archers pulled a bow out of the quiver, fixed it in their bowstring, and then released it towards Vincent. The experts shot two to three arrows at the same time.
Swoosh!
Vincent immediately ran down the cliff, and several arrows stabbed the spot where he stood a split of a second ago.
The goblin archers were no joke and they released another volley of arrows immediately. Vincent lowered his posture, jumping left and right like a monkey as he descended downwards to avoid the arrows coming at him. He maneuvered his body with such ease and perfectness that not even a single arrow managed to graze him.
All of the arrows had missed him and stabbed into the wall of the cliff. The arrows sticks were sticking out of its wall—the same wall that Vincent just stomped to leap towards them. He was dropping on top of several goblin warriors who had already brandished the tip of their spears towards him. However, he came prepared. Waves of blood surged out of his back, condensing into his signature move, the tentacles of death. His tentacles charged towards the goblins down below, moving with such speed that they rendered all their resistance useless and stabbed their sharp ends into their heads and hearts.