CHAPTER 325: FLOOR 99 [1]

While the Tower event was going on, in the Broken Dawn camp, those left behind—especially the players—had their eyes glued to the forum livestream from Bunny’s perspective.

Logan was one of them. His legs were shaking constantly as he watched the ongoing stream.

He saw that his Hellfire Turret had been quite effective against the vampires; however, the vampires’ speed far surpassed that of the gunslingers.

And now he watched as one vampire crushed his precious Hellfire Turret, the one he had spent days crafting.

"I can’t even blame them," he thought when he saw some players dropping out and returning to Floor Zero.

Heck, if he was there, he would have done exactly the same thing.

As he observed the ongoing fight, Logan couldn’t help but think how different the situation would have played out if he had crafted a gun that could shoot holy energy.

’Would there even be a big difference?’ he sighed internally. ’Even the Holy Church dropped out... I wonder how far they could go.’

Around the camp, anticipation hung thick like a cloud as they watched the fierce battle. Everyone was naturally rooting for their guild to come out on top and claim the reward on Floor One Hundred.

But the way things were, they weren’t so sure.

One might wonder... how were the natives viewing what was going on in the Tower?

For the players, it was because of the streams of others. Yes—Bunny wasn’t the only streamer. There were countless others.

The natives of this world, prior to entering the Tower, were all given tiny cameras they could activate at will. Gabriel was handed one as well, but he had decided to deactivate it, telling the others to do the same.

Many others had opted for this since everyone wanted to keep their tricks hidden. But now that it was the final floor, all cameras had been activated.

The entire Valerian Kingdom could witness the ongoing fight almost as if they were there.

On the walls of the camp, Sniperbowlegend sat watching the streams while keeping an eye on the surroundings.

Even for him—someone who barely showed emotion—there was a slight look of panic in his eyes.

Right outside the Tower, the crowd had gathered once again because this was the race to the final floor. Their eyes were wide open, fixed on the Tower billboards.

The entire kingdom was extremely noisy as both adults and children stepped out to witness something that would only happen once in a thousand years.

One person who had stepped out was none other than Korran, the same blacksmith who crafted Gabriel’s blade, Crimson Judgement.

Just like during the Inter-Guild Display Event, his face was filled with pride.

After announcing that he was the crafter of the sword Gabriel used to conquer the event, he had seen a sharp surge in sales.

Most citizens were already familiar with the sword and requested exact replicas, but Korran had the knack of not creating similar weapons.

Not because he didn’t want to—but partly because, despite his Master Blacksmith status, whenever he created a powerful weapon, he hardly got the same result twice.

Nevertheless, the weapon had already skyrocketed his popularity in recent months.

’This kid... after this, I’m definitely paying him a visit,’ he thought with a grin. Then his gaze drifted to the blade as he muttered, "That sword won’t hold on for too long now..."

On a balcony, Ares Dunhold’s expression remained calm, his eyes never leaving the live feed.

"Hmm. Seems he’s gone," Ares smirked as he glanced toward the area where Bryce Park of White Flame had been standing.

After his team retreated in shame, Bryce didn’t remain—lest he become a laughingstock for the other guilds, even those far smaller than his—so he quietly slipped away while no one was looking.

"Such a coward," he thought.

Step! Step!

A series of footsteps echoed, and a man stepped beside Ares.

"The kid Jack is more impressive than I thought," the figure commented. The sound of soft laughter followed, then a cigar flicked through the air moments later.

"You really have good eyes."

Ares remained quiet, not even looking at the person speaking. There was no need; he already knew who it was.

"What do you want?" Ares asked, voice calm, low, and measured.

"Well, I just came to check up on someone," the figure replied.

"And who would that be?"

"The one called Gabriel Reyes." As he said this, he shifted his gaze to the red-haired youth with sharp, oppressive electric-blue eyes.

It was impossible not to notice Gabriel. After his feat in the Inter-Guild Display Event and now this, it was safe to say he was now a household name in the Valerian Kingdom—and a godlike figure for most otherworlders.

Even with his strength, not even Ares commanded such respect among the otherworlders, and it hadn’t even been a year since they came to this world.

’If he didn’t start his guild, he would have been a good addition,’ Ares sighed inwardly.

Was it too late?

Could he still persuade him to become a partner or recruit his guild?

Ares shook his head softly.

He had been observing this man. He wasn’t the type to bow to another.

Finally he asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Ever since he rose to fame, I’ve been making some investigations about him," the man said. "His class... everything. Where he came from, who his parents or siblings are."

Ares narrowed his eyes.

He didn’t need to ask anything—the figure continued.

"However, after completing my investigation, I found something..."

He paused, then said in a serious, heavy voice:

"There is no record of anything about him. No family. No background. It’s as if he appeared out of thin air."

"Are you serious about what you’re saying?" Ares’ expression grew darker and more focused.

"Yes. Do I look like I’m joking with you?" the figure replied, slightly annoyed. "I’ve made a theory... something I’m not fully certain of, but I think we need to place his case as top priority. Who knows...he might be just like the otherworlders!"