Chapter 257: Sixty-Fifth Floor, Dragons’ Grave (5)
[Complete the Beastfolk Alliance’s request. Time remaining: 150 hours 4 minutes.]
The reason I could speak with such certainty was, of course, due to my sheer strength.
For quite some time, I had scaled the tower through nothing but my absurd power alone. There had been a handful of moments where I struggled, but most of the time, that was against enemies that weren’t meant to be defeated.
Due to my previous experiences on this planet, I had already gauged how strong I was compared to the so-called masters and powerful opponents here. Back on the forty-second floor, the fiends protecting the demon egg had all been low-rank except for Shogal, who had been a mid-rank fiend.
There was no need to mention my fight against the Empire’s most powerful swordmaster, which had been nothing more than a good training match. Even if I encountered a high-rank fiend lurking in this cavern, I wouldn’t be worried about my odds.
I am more concerned about the possibility that the beam wasn’t caused by the legacy.
The chances were slim, but I couldn’t rule it out entirely. The tower commonly misled climbers, after all.
Imagine the violet beam is just some new weapon the cultists crafted. Ugh, I better not be wasting my time.
That was why, regardless of the circumstances, striking swiftly and finishing this in one stroke would be my best course of action.
I expanded my senses, confirming that nobody was stationed near the entrance.
No guards posted. Isn’t that a bit arrogant?
Strangely, I had sensed more patrols on the way here than at the entrance itself.