Chapter 18: A Conversation
'That's quite the fun location to place the treasure in... looks like whoever it is that is controlling this tower sure have a lot of problem with me...' as he moves outside the building and onto the road filled by both indigenous people of the tower along with the ascenders, Azrael couldn't help but think too himself while looking at the azure screen transforming into a three-dimensional map of the entire second floor, spanning tens of thousands of kilometers on all direction, making his face form a twisted smile as he looks at the sole marker on the map.
'Forget about getting the treasure, even just going to this location will take a lot from me...' looking at the location of the marker, the young man couldn't help but clench his fist in absolute irritation as he looks at the location of the second floor's greatest treasure, a valley between mountains scraping the heavens, more than ten thousand kilometers away from his current location, the extension of the Crimson Red City for the second floor.
Knowing that there's nothing he can do but try his best to get this treasure in order to advance further though, he can only smile wryly in surrender as his mind already starts thinking of plans on how he should get there, as well as what sort of items, tools and equipment he need to prepare for this long trip in order to ascend higher.
Feeling the weight of his bag, some of his clothing still stored in it, along with the already chipped sword that barely survived his fight with the Fortress Golem, he decided to stop for a while though, wondering where he should earn some money to prepare better equipment for himself, but seeing what sort of prices the things in the second floor have compared to the ones on the first floor, he starts shaking his head in dismay knowing that he can hardly afford anything at all.
'Good thing I no longer need healing potions to increase my recovery rate in battle...' thinking of one silver lining to his current poor situation, the young man laughs to himself, convincing himself that there are still so much good things to see even when it feels like the surrounding is in complete darkness.
'I should probably earn some money first then buy some equipment, as for making something from the Fortress Golem's raw materials...' recalling the quality of the materials that the Fortress Golem dropped, the young man couldn't help but shake his head thinking that he shouldn't risk getting it refined by someone who is only on the second floor just for the advantage of being able to use item made out of them early, instead, opting to wait until he encounter someone that will bring out the full potential of his previous drops.
'In any case, it's not like I need an armor or anything...' Azrael thought to himself as he is well aware of the comparison of his strength to the ones weaker than him and the ones stronger than him, with the ones weaker than him not even having the ability to graze or damage him due to his numerous skills, and the ones stronger than him so strong that he wouldn't even need to equip an armor as well, as said armor will only shatter along with his bones as soon as such an opponent attack.