"This much information should be enough," Shiddharth said, his tone calm but resolute. As he spoke, the Tower Relic glimmered faintly and then vanished into nothingness, leaving behind only the echo of its power.
With a subtle nod to his comrades, he led everyone forward, entering the 100th-floor Boss chamber. The air was thick with tension, cold and heavy, charged with the aura of the countless monsters lurking within. Before them, a horde of Yeti emerged from the shadows. Each creature was massive, covered in thick white fur, and brandished crude wooden weapons wrapped with wires to increase their lethality.
The hunters instinctively drew their weapons, preparing for combat, their eyes wide with apprehension. But before they could take a step, Shiddharth raised his hand in a smooth, almost casual horizontal motion. In an instant, the air shimmered with the force of his movement. A sharp, invisible arc swept across the chamber, and the Yetis were thrown aside, collapsing to the ground without resistance.
[You have defeated all monsters of the 100th floor]
[You have completed the 100th floor quest]
[Rewards are being distributed]
[The Wish Gem is given to the most contributing hunter]
Jun Si, standing slightly behind Shiddharth, exhaled deeply and lowered his weapon. "Master… it's time. Let's end this hellish life and return to Earth," he said, his voice trembling with both relief and anticipation.
Shiddharth turned, his expression steady, eyes glinting with quiet confidence. "Do you trust me?" he asked Jun, not as a master demanding obedience, but as someone who needed assurance from a loyal friend.
Jun Si's response was immediate, unwavering. "Of course, Master! Is that even a question?"
Shiddharth smiled faintly, then gestured with a hand that seemed to command both space and time. "Then lead everyone to their next journey of life." And in the blink of an eye, he vanished.
[The Wish has been made]
[Transmigrating the remaining survivors to the LIUNETH Universe]
[Please have a safe journey]
A series of wormholes opened behind them, swirling violently as if the very fabric of reality had been torn open. One by one, the survivors were pulled into the spiraling vortex.
When Jun Si blinked his eyes open, he found himself in a massive arena. The sheer scale of the stands was astonishing, filled with countless beings—humans, elves, beastfolk, and other species he had only ever seen as monsters in the Tower. Yet here, they were calm, interacting peacefully, living normal lives. The atmosphere was lively, almost festive, yet the weight of survival lingered in every glance.
Suddenly, a booming voice echoed across the arena, filling every corner with its commanding presence.
"Everyone, listen carefully! You are now in the Rise of East Continent. This is Haethen City. From this day forward, you will live here." The voice paused for a moment, letting the gravity of the announcement settle. "Many of you have faced these species as foes in the Tower, treating them as monsters. But here, they are citizens, just like you. No harm may come to any individual within the city walls. The law is absolute. Soon, your Status Windows will be updated. Have a safe journey ahead."
Murmurs and whispers spread throughout the crowd. Many hunters exchanged confused glances, unsure of the new reality. Others, who had glimpsed hints of LIUNETH Universe's secrets, began explaining the situation to their comrades.
Jun Si realized with growing awe that they were not alone. Survivors from other species, even from distant lands, had been brought here. Yet one figure was conspicuously missing: Shiddharth.
Meanwhile, back in the Tower…
[You have been summoned to the CREATOR Battlefield]
[You have discovered the hidden Floor in Tower]
[New Achievements: Finding the Lost]
[Received 100 Diamonds]
A deep, amused laugh echoed across the void. "Ha! Finally, you've arrived. I've been waiting for you."
"You've destroyed the Tower with a single strike. I am genuinely excited to witness your limits," the voice continued, tinged with both admiration and challenge.
A figure emerged from the shadows of the battlefield—a man wielding a long, elegant sword that glinted with an unnatural sharpness. Shiddharth's senses immediately heightened; he could feel the overwhelming power radiating from this opponent. Unlike the Hidden Class Quest, this adversary had a lethal intent. A single misstep could be fatal.
He drew his own sword instinctively, activating his skill, As Long As I Hold a Sword. But even as he readied himself, a sharp pain seared through his right arm. He looked down: a deep cut ran along his forearm, blood dripping onto the opponent's blade.
"Impressive… quite a good sword," the man said, his voice calm yet chilling. "I never expected someone like you to forge a weapon of this caliber."
Before Shiddharth could respond, the man struck again. This time, the motion was faster, almost imperceptible, but Shiddharth's training allowed him to discern the hazy trail of the blade and deflect it, narrowly avoiding a deadly strike.
"Not bad. You're better than the others," the voice continued. "And you can use Urza… it's been a long time since I've seen someone wield it effectively." A flicker of unease crossed the man's expression. "Where… who taught you this Urza technique?"
Shiddharth met his gaze steadily. "Why should I tell you?" he replied, his voice tinged with arrogance.
"Your answer will come… even if it takes your soul," the man growled. With that, he launched a relentless barrage of attacks.
Each strike came faster than the eye could see, yet Shiddharth's blade moved with precision, deflecting and countering in perfect synchronization. Wounds began to appear on the man's body from Shiddharth's subtle but powerful counters, even as they healed almost instantly. The tide of the battle began to shift; the aggressor's speed and skill were formidable, but Shiddharth's mastery of sword techniques—and the strategic use of Urza—allowed him to match every strike.
Even the opponent's movements, lightning-fast and precise, now encountered resistance from Shiddharth's counters. With each parry and riposte, the young hunter carved a rhythm into the battle, bending the flow of the fight to his advantage. The man's impatience grew; the answer he sought remained tightly sealed behind Shiddharth's unwavering discipline. Yet, with every exchange, the balance of power subtly tipped toward the one who had honed his craft in endless trials.
The battlefield resonated with the clashing of swords, sparks flying like meteors, as the first true test of Shiddharth's skill, strength, and cunning unfolded.