Conquering the Tower Even Regressors Couldn’t

[Overcome the conditions presented and escape. Time remaining: 76 hours 58 minutes.]

After dealing with the warden, I turned to face the guards.

They stood there, inside the room, at the doorway, and lining the hallway, in stunned silence. Their mouths were agape as if still processing what had happened. Some wore expressions of humiliation.

They didn’t even manage to put up a proper defense.

A few had tried to stop me, only for me to instantly knock them unconscious. Roughly ten of them lay sprawled on the floor, out cold.

The silence that followed felt oddly out of place. Tension filled the air.

At some point, I had begun to sweat, and I tasted a hint of saltiness.

I spat onto the floor. “Ptuh.”

Lifting my head again, I scanned the crowd of guards. None of them met my gaze, likely afraid of my wrath. Even those who looked resentful lowered their eyes when I stared at them.

I sighed inwardly.

Ugh.

To be honest, the seventy-fourth floor hadn’t been a particularly fulfilling trial, considering the lack of a decent fight.