In the Tower's office, Kaun's eyes widened as he scanned Shiddharth's newly updated status.
"What? He got The Slayer class?" Kaun muttered, a mix of astonishment and unease in his voice. The Slayer class was extraordinarily rare—even in the vast LIUNETH Universe—but here it was, manifested in the Tower. And not only that, Shiddharth could now fully utilize Urza while simultaneously maintaining his Mana stats, a feat thought impossible.
Kaun's mind raced. How is this possible? Normally, converting Mana into Urza was irreversible. Once Mana was transformed, the individual could no longer access it. Yet Shiddharth not only had full Urza proficiency but retained his Mana as well.
Kaun turned toward the CREATOR, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. "Do you… have any idea how he is doing this? He can use Mana and Urza simultaneously—it defies all known rules."
[#@&@#& CREATOR]: "He must have learned to use Urza at a pace that allows Mana to remain manifest. Such mastery is rare, even for the strongest beings."
[#@&@#& CREATOR]: "You must form a pact with him. He has reached a level beyond what we anticipated."
Kaun nodded firmly. "Yes… I will do my best to bring him into our fold. He has potential to become one of us, but it must be guided carefully."
[#@&@#& CREATOR]: "Do not fail. Ensure it happens, or consequences will follow."
Kaun's gaze returned to Shiddharth's stats, a silent acknowledgment that the young man had surpassed all expectations—the Tower itself trembled at his power.
Deep within the shadowed corridors of the 97th floor, Shiddharth walked confidently at the forefront of his party. Each step seemed effortless, yet radiated authority. Monsters lurking in the shadows approached, but a mere flick of his hand sent them sprawling, lifeless, across the cold stone floor.
Soon, the party arrived at the imposing doors of the Boss Monster's chamber.
"Everyone, rest here for a while. I'll handle this," Shiddharth instructed, his voice calm but firm.
"Wait… is he serious?" one hunter whispered, awe and disbelief in his tone.
"Can he really defeat the Boss alone, especially with the difficulty level raised?" another asked, eyes wide.
Jun Si stepped forward, his voice tinged with concern. "I understand your intentions, but… let us help. Even the strongest can use support."
Shiddharth smiled faintly, shaking his head. "Don't worry too much. It'll take only five minutes." With that, he pushed open the massive doors and stepped inside.
Inside the Boss Room.....
Shiddharth crouched beside his Dragon, now a solid, imposing creature at level 21.
"Let's see how strong you've grown after consuming my three Urza points," he murmured, his tone gentle but proud. When the Red Winged Knight was a mere hatchling, a single Urza point had boosted its level by ten. The next two points increased it by eleven, culminating in the creature's current level of twenty-one.
As the leveling completed, a naming option appeared. His Dragon's original designation had vanished at level 20, replaced by a black space awaiting a name. Shiddharth pondered briefly.
"What should I call you… hmm… Debo!" he declared with excitement, hopeful the creature would like the name.
The Dragon's expression seemed to accept it, registering the name instantly. Any attempt to change it now would require five precious Urza points—resources he couldn't spare. After all, he had already converted all his Mana into Urza, leaving him with:
[Mana: 30]
[Urza: 11]
He set aside the issue, focusing instead on the immediate threat.
A massive ox wielding a colossal shovel charged aggressively. The Dragon growled, its eyes blazing with protective fury. It leapt onto the ox's shoulders, sinking its jaws into its neck, pulling it down with terrifying precision. The room echoed with a victorious roar. The Dragon returned to Shiddharth's side, nuzzling his hand in appreciation, a gesture of pride and loyalty.
Shiddharth observed quietly, impressed by its strength. At level 21, it had already defeated a floor 97 Boss Monster—a creature far beyond normal comprehension.
After claiming their rewards, Shiddharth and the Dragon returned to the party outside. Initially, no one could believe the Tower's announcement, but after witnessing the rewards and confirmations, skepticism turned into awe.
By the eighth day, Shiddharth had successfully defeated all Boss Monsters up to the 99th floor.
In Novia's workshop, the rhythmic sound of hammer striking metal echoed as sparks flew into the air. She had almost completed the forging of the Dragon Sword, using Dead Bone as the core. Her meticulous study of the inscriptions had allowed her to channel its power to the maximum.
"Are you here again?" Novia asked, glancing at Shiddharth with a mixture of surprise and exasperation.
"What else is there to do?" he replied casually. "After clearing the 99th-floor Boss, there's nothing here that can challenge me. And nothing to keep me entertained either."
"Then help me," she said, pointing to a heavy hammer and a glowing hot rod.
Shiddharth leaned closer, his gaze lingering for a moment. "By the way… does your beauty increase daily? Even in this heat, your skin doesn't look pale at all."
Novia's eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a straight line. "Don't flirt here. If you make a mistake, all the materials could explode. And then this sword would be ruined."
Shiddharth chuckled softly, respecting her warning, and together they continued the delicate process of forging. Sparks flew, metal hissed, and the room smelled faintly of molten steel and magic-infused alloys. Shiddharth assisted her efficiently, passing hammers, adjusting the rod's angle, and offering the occasional suggestion, all while the Dragon sat quietly nearby, observing.
The workshop was alive with energy—both magical and human. Each strike of the hammer seemed to resonate with purpose, a symphony of craftsmanship, trust, and silent camaraderie between the two.
In these quiet, focused moments, Shiddharth realized that power alone was not enough to dominate this Tower. It was knowledge, teamwork, and precision that elevated even a Slayer-class warrior to greatness.