The sky trembles as the Elder Dragon soars overhead, a majestic force of nature. Its scales shimmer with an ethereal glow, and I can feel the power emanating from its massive wings. Suddenly, the air is filled with a barrage of giant magic spheres, each one a shimmering orb of destructive energy.
"Cheating!" I exclaim, my voice barely audible over the roar of the dragon. But my protest falls on deaf ears as the Elder Dragon intensifies its magical onslaught. The spheres rain down relentlessly, creating explosions that shake the very ground beneath me.
I weave and dodge, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles. The dragon's magical assault is relentless, and I can sense the sheer magnitude of its magical prowess. This isn't just a display of skill; it's a demonstration of overwhelming power.
As I dance around the lethal spheres, I can't help but marvel at the dragon's mastery over magic. It's a basic application of magical force, but the sheer scale of the dragon's magical reservoir makes it a formidable challenge. The air crackles with energy as the dragon continues its onslaught, undeterred by my protests.
The once vibrant landscape now bears the scars of the dragon's wrath. Grasses and flowers are scorched and trampled, but as I glance around, I notice a remarkable phenomenon. The destroyed flora begins to regenerate at an astonishing pace, as if nature itself refuses to be vanquished.
The Elder Dragon, a majestic creature with scales that shimmer like obsidian, circles ominously in the sky. Its wings create gusts of wind, and its eyes gleam with killing intent. I brace myself as it descends, utilizing Spirit Speech to unleash a barrage of attacks. Fissures erupt from the ground, meteors rain down, and a myriad of elemental assaults follow suit.
Despite the chaos, a grin forms on my face. This Elder Dragon is the perfect sparring partner, pushing me to adapt to various situations. As the ground shakes from its mighty roars, I realize this is the training I've been yearning for. The unpredictability of its attacks keeps me on my toes, honing my reflexes and strategic thinking.
I can fight at my own pace, knowing that escape is just a teleportation away if things get too intense. The thrill of facing such a formidable opponent is unmatched. Even if my magical powers were to bottom out unexpectedly, I'm not worried. I've devised a plan for every scenario - teleporting to another floor to rest and recharge.
The Elder Dragon roars in frustration as its massive claws swipe through thin air, missing me once again. It's become increasingly agitated, and I can feel its annoyance reverberating through the air. But I share that sentiment; I'm itching to retaliate, to land a blow of my own. The problem is, the dragon is soaring high above, and my usual arsenal is grounded.
Suho, Nayun, and Rachel can gracefully navigate the aerial battlefield, making me envy their ability to engage the enemy with ease. I can't let this deficiency persist; it could cost me dearly in the future. My initial solution of relying on rocket boots feels shaky. They could easily become a vulnerability rather than an asset. I need a more reliable method of taking the fight to the skies.
Suho can cut through space, Nayun can use her conjured swords as footholds, and Rachel can soar with her summoned spirit. Their techniques are impressive, but I need something that suits my own abilities. Horror Incarnate, my Special Mode, grants me omnidirectional range, making air battles feasible, but it exacts a toll on my mind.
I decide to experiment, searching for a method that aligns with my skills. In a moment of inspiration, I overclock my Undead State, emulating the ethereal levitation of ghosts. It's an unconventional approach, but it works. I find myself hovering in midair, the sensation akin to floating.
My Flash Ability allows me to teleport to its side, and I engage in a fierce aerial tussle. The cooldown of my teleportation poses a challenge, but I compensate by prolonging my airborne state through the ghostly levitation of my Undead State. “This needs improving…” I feel myself turn around slowly… Levitating like this is not combat feasible.
Endless days unfold as I persistently continue my training. The Elder Dragon, a colossal being with scales as ancient as time, has long realized that I am using it as my relentless sparring partner. Its massive form rumbles with discontent, and it unleashes a torrent of complaints in its thunderous voice.
"YOU ARE TESTING MY PATIENCE," the Elder Dragon roars, its eyes flashing with irritation. "THIS CONSTANT BATTLE WEARS ON ME. I DID NOT BECOME THE GUARDIAN OF THE 100th FLOOR TO SERVE AS YOUR ETERNAL ADVERSARY."
I stand firm, unwavering in my determination. "Cooperate, or I will simply walk away," I declare, meeting the dragon's fiery gaze with an unyielding stare. "Come on, help me this friend of yours get stronger, will you?"
The Elder Dragon, bound by its ancient existence, cannot meet its end unless brought down by external forces. Yet, beneath its imposing exterior, it harbors a desire for release, a longing for the sweet embrace of death. It yearns for an end to its eternal vigil.
Despite its complaints, the Elder Dragon remains a formidable opponent. Its strength adds a level of pressure that I have come to value in my pursuit of mastery. The endless engagement with the dragon becomes a relentless dance, a 24/7 affair that knows no respite.
Being undead has its advantages. I press on, unburdened by the need for rest, save for the rare moments when my magical powers dwindle dangerously low. Within the confines of the 100th floor, where reality itself seems to warp, I count the passing years at the back of my mind. Not a single day escapes my notice.
As I clash with the Elder Dragon, I also channel my energies into the rapid enhancement of my intelligence stat. Grinding tirelessly, I unlock new levels of understanding and insight at an insane speed. The dragon, unwittingly, becomes a conduit for my relentless pursuit of power and knowledge.
In the echoing chambers of the 100th floor, the struggle persists – a symphony of clashes, roars, and the unyielding passage of time. And through it all, I remain steadfast, an eternal student of combat, fueled by an unquenchable thirst for growth in the shadow of the Elder Dragon's presence.
In the 96th year of my seclusion, I find myself standing at the apex of my training. The pressure once exerted by the Elder Dragon, a force that seemed insurmountable, now feels like a mere echo. I've outgrown the immense weight that once bore down on me. Even as the dragon unleashes its fiery breath, I effortlessly navigate the onslaught, outrunning the lethal force with a precision measured in microseconds. Moreover, I've honed my abilities to the point where I can resist the dragon's breath for a full second – a feat that fills me with a sense of awe.
Yet, despite my progress, a nagging absence lingers. I lack a super killer move, a devastating technique that could unleash unparalleled damage. The reliance on Horror Incarnate's overpowering output, with its self-damaging effects, doesn't sit well with me (Though admittedly I have only used it once during the Djinn War). However, the years of relentless training with the Elder Dragon have not been in vain.
At this point, I feel like an old geezer, but hey, what is age but a construct? No need to bother! I am a teenager forever!
The culmination of my training arrives as I face the formidable Elder Dragon in a final showdown. The battle is not easy, as I lack a swift, decisive move to end it swiftly. Yet, determination fuels my every action.
First, I sever the Elder Dragon's tongue, a cruel yet calculated move. Gouging out its eyes follows, a gruesome but necessary step in dismantling its formidable defenses. With precision and expertise acquired over decades, I methodically dismantle the dragon's scales until I can land definitive killing blows.
The cruelty of my actions weighs heavy on me. Over the years, a strange camaraderie had developed between the Elder Dragon and me. However, through my unique ability of Empathetic Imitation, I gain an understanding of the Elder Dragon’s emotions as it closely embraces death. The Elder Dragon died content, a complicated fellow finding solace in the final moments.
“Well, that’s it, I guess… Thank you, oh you poor fellow…”
As the dragon's life force wanes, a mix of emotions engulfs me – a sense of accomplishment tainted with regret. The bond forged through years of sparring is severed, but in the end, the Elder Dragon departs with a semblance of peace. The journey may have been harsh, the methods questionable, yet the result is a testament to the complexities of growth and understanding.
“But really, who am I kidding?”
I feel the power in my bones, seeping with dense magic power.
Though I don’t think I won’t still be able to slap Chae Joochul to death, I don’t think I will need to resort to using assassination methods if it comes to it. I have confidence that I should now be more than capable of going for a straight fight.
In the dimly lit chamber atop the 100th floor of the Miracle Tower, the lifeless body of the Elder Dragon lies sprawled across the cold stone. I carefully extract its massive brain, my hands gloved in a combination of reverence and anticipation. The beast's colossal form served as a formidable adversary, but now it's a canvas for my ambitious project.
As I delicately work on the Elder Dragon's brain, a plan forms in my mind. Initially, I only intended to create a device for reading and extracting memories. But then, a daring thought strikes me - why stop there? Why not build an entire computer around this ancient organ, harnessing the power of a creature that once ruled this tower?
The assembly begins, using the dragon's other body parts meticulously salvaged for this extraordinary purpose. "Rest in peace, oh nameless Elder Dragon," I murmur, as if seeking forgiveness from the fallen beast. The task takes a decade, but the result is a precision-oriented Super Computer that defies the boundaries of conventional technology, destined to outshine the 666th timeline's achievements.
With the completion of the computer, I sift through the recovered memories stored within the Elder Dragon's brain. Folders upon folders of crucial data unfold before me. Yet, as I delve deeper, a disconcerting revelation emerges – the Elder Dragon's memories are tampered with, much like mine. Discrepancies in the logic of its recollections raise unsettling questions, sending shivers down my spine.
It dawns on me that the entity responsible for my displacement to the 666th timeline and the one behind the Elder Dragon's confinement on the 100th floor are one and the same. A profound realization strikes - this mysterious existence controls not only the fate of individuals like me but also orchestrates the summoning of monsters, dungeons, and towers in this enigmatic world. The implications of this revelation weigh heavily on my mind, casting a shadow over the newfound power I've harnessed.
This is a cause of celebration.
After all, this can only mean one thing, I am very close! To what it is, I am unsure, but I am close. And that is what only matters.
The sky trembles as the Elder Dragon soars overhead, a majestic force of nature. Its scales shimmer with an ethereal glow, and I can feel the power emanating from its massive wings. Suddenly, the air is filled with a barrage of giant magic spheres, each one a shimmering orb of destructive energy.
"Cheating!" I exclaim, my voice barely audible over the roar of the dragon. But my protest falls on deaf ears as the Elder Dragon intensifies its magical onslaught. The spheres rain down relentlessly, creating explosions that shake the very ground beneath me.
I weave and dodge, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles. The dragon's magical assault is relentless, and I can sense the sheer magnitude of its magical prowess. This isn't just a display of skill; it's a demonstration of overwhelming power.
As I dance around the lethal spheres, I can't help but marvel at the dragon's mastery over magic. It's a basic application of magical force, but the sheer scale of the dragon's magical reservoir makes it a formidable challenge. The air crackles with energy as the dragon continues its onslaught, undeterred by my protests.
The once vibrant landscape now bears the scars of the dragon's wrath. Grasses and flowers are scorched and trampled, but as I glance around, I notice a remarkable phenomenon. The destroyed flora begins to regenerate at an astonishing pace, as if nature itself refuses to be vanquished.
The Elder Dragon, a majestic creature with scales that shimmer like obsidian, circles ominously in the sky. Its wings create gusts of wind, and its eyes gleam with killing intent. I brace myself as it descends, utilizing Spirit Speech to unleash a barrage of attacks. Fissures erupt from the ground, meteors rain down, and a myriad of elemental assaults follow suit.
Despite the chaos, a grin forms on my face. This Elder Dragon is the perfect sparring partner, pushing me to adapt to various situations. As the ground shakes from its mighty roars, I realize this is the training I've been yearning for. The unpredictability of its attacks keeps me on my toes, honing my reflexes and strategic thinking.
I can fight at my own pace, knowing that escape is just a teleportation away if things get too intense. The thrill of facing such a formidable opponent is unmatched. Even if my magical powers were to bottom out unexpectedly, I'm not worried. I've devised a plan for every scenario - teleporting to another floor to rest and recharge.
The Elder Dragon roars in frustration as its massive claws swipe through thin air, missing me once again. It's become increasingly agitated, and I can feel its annoyance reverberating through the air. But I share that sentiment; I'm itching to retaliate, to land a blow of my own. The problem is, the dragon is soaring high above, and my usual arsenal is grounded.
Suho, Nayun, and Rachel can gracefully navigate the aerial battlefield, making me envy their ability to engage the enemy with ease. I can't let this deficiency persist; it could cost me dearly in the future. My initial solution of relying on rocket boots feels shaky. They could easily become a vulnerability rather than an asset. I need a more reliable method of taking the fight to the skies.
Suho can cut through space, Nayun can use her conjured swords as footholds, and Rachel can soar with her summoned spirit. Their techniques are impressive, but I need something that suits my own abilities. Horror Incarnate, my Special Mode, grants me omnidirectional range, making air battles feasible, but it exacts a toll on my mind.
I decide to experiment, searching for a method that aligns with my skills. In a moment of inspiration, I overclock my Undead State, emulating the ethereal levitation of ghosts. It's an unconventional approach, but it works. I find myself hovering in midair, the sensation akin to floating.
My Flash Ability allows me to teleport to its side, and I engage in a fierce aerial tussle. The cooldown of my teleportation poses a challenge, but I compensate by prolonging my airborne state through the ghostly levitation of my Undead State. “This needs improving…” I feel myself turn around slowly… Levitating like this is not combat feasible.
Endless days unfold as I persistently continue my training. The Elder Dragon, a colossal being with scales as ancient as time, has long realized that I am using it as my relentless sparring partner. Its massive form rumbles with discontent, and it unleashes a torrent of complaints in its thunderous voice.
"YOU ARE TESTING MY PATIENCE," the Elder Dragon roars, its eyes flashing with irritation. "THIS CONSTANT BATTLE WEARS ON ME. I DID NOT BECOME THE GUARDIAN OF THE 100th FLOOR TO SERVE AS YOUR ETERNAL ADVERSARY."
I stand firm, unwavering in my determination. "Cooperate, or I will simply walk away," I declare, meeting the dragon's fiery gaze with an unyielding stare. "Come on, help me this friend of yours get stronger, will you?"
The Elder Dragon, bound by its ancient existence, cannot meet its end unless brought down by external forces. Yet, beneath its imposing exterior, it harbors a desire for release, a longing for the sweet embrace of death. It yearns for an end to its eternal vigil.
Despite its complaints, the Elder Dragon remains a formidable opponent. Its strength adds a level of pressure that I have come to value in my pursuit of mastery. The endless engagement with the dragon becomes a relentless dance, a 24/7 affair that knows no respite.
Being undead has its advantages. I press on, unburdened by the need for rest, save for the rare moments when my magical powers dwindle dangerously low. Within the confines of the 100th floor, where reality itself seems to warp, I count the passing years at the back of my mind. Not a single day escapes my notice.
As I clash with the Elder Dragon, I also channel my energies into the rapid enhancement of my intelligence stat. Grinding tirelessly, I unlock new levels of understanding and insight at an insane speed. The dragon, unwittingly, becomes a conduit for my relentless pursuit of power and knowledge.
In the echoing chambers of the 100th floor, the struggle persists – a symphony of clashes, roars, and the unyielding passage of time. And through it all, I remain steadfast, an eternal student of combat, fueled by an unquenchable thirst for growth in the shadow of the Elder Dragon's presence.
In the 96th year of my seclusion, I find myself standing at the apex of my training. The pressure once exerted by the Elder Dragon, a force that seemed insurmountable, now feels like a mere echo. I've outgrown the immense weight that once bore down on me. Even as the dragon unleashes its fiery breath, I effortlessly navigate the onslaught, outrunning the lethal force with a precision measured in microseconds. Moreover, I've honed my abilities to the point where I can resist the dragon's breath for a full second – a feat that fills me with a sense of awe.
Yet, despite my progress, a nagging absence lingers. I lack a super killer move, a devastating technique that could unleash unparalleled damage. The reliance on Horror Incarnate's overpowering output, with its self-damaging effects, doesn't sit well with me (Though admittedly I have only used it once during the Djinn War). However, the years of relentless training with the Elder Dragon have not been in vain.
At this point, I feel like an old geezer, but hey, what is age but a construct? No need to bother! I am a teenager forever!
The culmination of my training arrives as I face the formidable Elder Dragon in a final showdown. The battle is not easy, as I lack a swift, decisive move to end it swiftly. Yet, determination fuels my every action.
First, I sever the Elder Dragon's tongue, a cruel yet calculated move. Gouging out its eyes follows, a gruesome but necessary step in dismantling its formidable defenses. With precision and expertise acquired over decades, I methodically dismantle the dragon's scales until I can land definitive killing blows.
The cruelty of my actions weighs heavy on me. Over the years, a strange camaraderie had developed between the Elder Dragon and me. However, through my unique ability of Empathetic Imitation, I gain an understanding of the Elder Dragon’s emotions as it closely embraces death. The Elder Dragon died content, a complicated fellow finding solace in the final moments.
“Well, that’s it, I guess… Thank you, oh you poor fellow…”
As the dragon's life force wanes, a mix of emotions engulfs me – a sense of accomplishment tainted with regret. The bond forged through years of sparring is severed, but in the end, the Elder Dragon departs with a semblance of peace. The journey may have been harsh, the methods questionable, yet the result is a testament to the complexities of growth and understanding.
“But really, who am I kidding?”
I feel the power in my bones, seeping with dense magic power.
Though I don’t think I won’t still be able to slap Chae Joochul to death, I don’t think I will need to resort to using assassination methods if it comes to it. I have confidence that I should now be more than capable of going for a straight fight.
In the dimly lit chamber atop the 100th floor of the Miracle Tower, the lifeless body of the Elder Dragon lies sprawled across the cold stone. I carefully extract its massive brain, my hands gloved in a combination of reverence and anticipation. The beast's colossal form served as a formidable adversary, but now it's a canvas for my ambitious project.
As I delicately work on the Elder Dragon's brain, a plan forms in my mind. Initially, I only intended to create a device for reading and extracting memories. But then, a daring thought strikes me - why stop there? Why not build an entire computer around this ancient organ, harnessing the power of a creature that once ruled this tower?
The assembly begins, using the dragon's other body parts meticulously salvaged for this extraordinary purpose. "Rest in peace, oh nameless Elder Dragon," I murmur, as if seeking forgiveness from the fallen beast. The task takes a decade, but the result is a precision-oriented Super Computer that defies the boundaries of conventional technology, destined to outshine the 666th timeline's achievements.
With the completion of the computer, I sift through the recovered memories stored within the Elder Dragon's brain. Folders upon folders of crucial data unfold before me. Yet, as I delve deeper, a disconcerting revelation emerges – the Elder Dragon's memories are tampered with, much like mine. Discrepancies in the logic of its recollections raise unsettling questions, sending shivers down my spine.
It dawns on me that the entity responsible for my displacement to the 666th timeline and the one behind the Elder Dragon's confinement on the 100th floor are one and the same. A profound realization strikes - this mysterious existence controls not only the fate of individuals like me but also orchestrates the summoning of monsters, dungeons, and towers in this enigmatic world. The implications of this revelation weigh heavily on my mind, casting a shadow over the newfound power I've harnessed.
This is a cause of celebration.
After all, this can only mean one thing, I am very close! To what it is, I am unsure, but I am close. And that is what only matters.
