Chapter 505: Back to the Dark Tower
The immediate area into the entrance: loud and agitating with merchants and receptionists and warriors. Too much went on here.
’If it was up to me, I would expand the Dark Tower. Everything outside is unnecessary. Everything here is too crowded. Section off the merchants and stores instead of shoving them all together.’
His Qi Sense picked up every detail of the beginnings of the Dark Tower. Luckily, it was not as chaotic as when the doors opened at ten o’clock. The huge archway where spectators ran to like flies and the line-ups, they were lesser than last time. Although like last time, he was expected to give a name to the receptionist, an entry fee, and was asked which floor he wished to go to.
To reach floor fifty required experience. To prove themselves. There was a reason names were recorded.
Thud.
The receptionist’s lips parted. "Ah."
Experience and presitige mattered...or coin. Dasha had no issues paying the full one hundred gold entry fee. He understood what this place meant and how it conducted itself. The Dark Tower weeded out the weak for the strong, who would then come to be attractions that spectators would continuously pay for. Coin ran this Dark Tower the same way it did the rest of the Underground.
"Name?"
"The Solution."
The White Venetian Mask for the Professor. The Black Opera Mask for Myth. Now, he wore a dark red Tangu mask for the Solution. He did not wear a cloak. Járngreipr were equipped, the Seven-league boots were tucked in, a tiny piece of Jack the Ripper’s mask lay hidden and attached to the bottom of his face, and the Ruh al-Qital gi, burgundy and sleeveless, was ready for battle. The white cloak of Tarnkappe was bunched up on the left shoulder and hung over his arm like a semi-cape.
This was the Solution. Not Dasha, not the Professor, not Myth, but the Solution.