Chapter 749: The 5th Test

Chapter 749: The 5th Test

Chapter 749: The 5th Test

“Just so you know, none since the history of this tower has ever reached the sixth floor.”

“Are you still sure you want to go for the sixth floor?”

“There’s a 100% chance you’ll lose your life if you do so...” The Faerie gave its usual warning, yet Zeras couldn’t help but feel like there was some sort of threat in her voice.

Almost like...

“Yes, I’m willing to go to the 6th floor!” Zeras said with conviction, and the Faerie nodded before her wand disappeared and she brought out a new one.

This one was of pitch darkness.

“Very well then, here’s the portal to the sixth floor...” She said, swinging her wand around and quickly forming a runic gate in the air.

Without waiting for a single more second, Zeras walked to the portal, taking a deep breath in.

It would be a lie if someone were to tell him he wasn’t afraid of going down below. No one has survived it since the dawn of time, and his death was 100% guaranteed.

But Zeras would risk it.

“Anything for the truth...”

Those were his last words before he dove straight into the portal, his body disappearing within.

Now left was the Faerie, whose expression was grave as she looked at the portal, which was beginning to close up.

Soon, it disappeared completely, leaving only the Faerie in the room.

“This is bad...” Those were her words before she quickly faded away, leaving the room in silence.

—

“Death will be a dream you will wish to be lost in, but you will never find...”

Until eventually,

THUMP.

He collapsed on the thorny ground as they pierced his body, sinking through every part of his flesh.

Yet none of them could hold Zeras back as he used the thorns as an instrument and pulled himself forth with the strength of his fingers.

His body repeatedly tore through the thorns and broke them, only to tear into them once more and then break them again, but Zeras kept moving forward nonetheless.

The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt, but he knew well if he dared to stop, there would be a singular more pain that would afflict him—an uncountable number of times worse than the ones he was currently feeling.

And that was none other than the pain of regret. So in the end, he could only keep moving forward.

An eternity in darkness, an eternity in loneliness, and an eternity in distraught hope until eventually, Zeras’s hand came upon something hard, something different.

He was weak and almost blind, yet he could feel the hardness of whatever he touched and knew it was different.

“Zeras! Rise!” The voice echoed out as Zeras’s body went rigid.

The voice—it felt so familiar to him, and his eyes flashed as light returned to them.

Slowly, he raised his head up, his eyes wanting to look at the figure before him, but as he raised his head, he saw no figure.

All he saw was a gigantic gate that reached the heavens, inscribed with devilish purple runes that rhythmically oozed out a purple light that brimmed with an ominous feeling.

“A gate! Finally, something...” Zeras whispered, and surprisingly, in the next instant, he jumped to his feet.

Looking down at himself, he found no hole or injury.

All his wounds had been healed, and behind him, there were no more stakes on the ground, just a deep well of darkness.

And slowly, he turned back to the gigantic gate and stretched forth his cold white fingers...