Chapter 364: Fighters of the Underground
The Lawless Tower. The Shadow. The Darkness of Heaven.
So many names, so many titles, and so little information. The Dark Tower that united the Underground was an enigma wrapped in a mystery. To gain power, to observe power, there was no better place.
The closer he was, the deeper the runes became. The exterior was of obsidian black metal and reinforced with runes, symbols, and magic circles that had been carved from centuries ago. The Dark Tower’s jagged spires reached towards the cavernous ceiling of the Underground.
Houses and structures climbed on and connected to the Dark Tower, like desperate hands clinging. The highest of them reached up to floor fifty. Boxes stacked upon each other to this greater tower.
To enter the Dark Tower, one had to navigate heavily guarded checkpoints. The first line of defense was a barricade manned by burly guards clad in mismatched armor. They were not official. They were here because they wanted to gate-keep the Dark Tower. Many were on rooftops.
These were not guards. They were gangsters.
Kazi did not bother with Qi Sense. The moment he activated it, they would know. An unnecessary act for the time being. This flimsy attempt by the fighters from Floors 50-89 to exert their influence over the flow of people into the tower was pathetic. Dasha’s sharp eyes assessed what lay directly ahead of him. The group of burly fighters seemed more interested in intimidating passersby than maintaining any real order. Power-wise, Dasha guessed they were on the same level as the weakest of the Monster Hunters.
One of the gangsters, a broad-shouldered man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward as Dasha approached.
"Hold it right there," the gangster barked. "Entrance fee’s gone up. Gotta pay to get through."
Dasha met the gangster’s gaze head on, his expression unreadable. The lack of fear earned a glare. Dasha had no time for petty extortionists, but causing a scene here would only draw unwanted attention. He reached into his pockets and flicked out a few gold coins. The scarred gangster grinned, his teeth yellowed and crooked.
"Smart choice," the gangster said, examining and whistling at the gold coins. "You can pass."