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Alpha Reborn!

Chapter 129 129: Challenge Initiated
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Evan's knowledge about the first generation of the Imperial Frost Clan was extensive. Although he had never met them, he was well aware of their might.

Around 120 years ago, the Hell Realm launched an unprecedented attack on the Black Eye Galaxy. The Hell Realm existed on a different plane and was inhabited by hordes of demons who were notorious for their malevolence and insanity.

The invasion was merciless and unyielding. Demons poured into the Black Eye Galaxy through portals from the Hell Realm, eager to spread destruction and chaos. No one was safe from their cruelty, with humans, demi-humans, and aliens alike becoming victims of their insatiable thirst for bloodshed.

The situation was dire. Therefore, the various forces vying for dominance in the Black Eye Galaxy put aside their differences and joined forces to battle their common enemy.

Several forces collaborated to fight against the Hell Realm, but it was the founders of the Frost Clan who made the most significant impact. Their role in the war against the Hell Realm was what truly set them apart from the rest. They confronted legions of demons single-handedly and emerged victorious every time, pushing them back into their own realm. No matter how formidable the opposition, they never faltered!

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In the war against the hell realm, they didn't fail a single mission that was assigned to them!

Their contributions in the war earned their clan immense power in the empire. As a result, their clan was bestowed with the title of the strongest of the seven Imperial Clans.

The Hell Realm was no match for the might of the Black Eye Galaxy, where all forces were united, and as a result, the demons were defeated.

"How can I even stand a chance against the formidable founders of my clan with my meager cultivation base? They are all experts capable of single-handedly destroying legions of demons," Evan muttered in despair, his mind consumed by the daunting task that lay ahead.

He felt completely powerless and inadequate in the face of such legendary heroes, and he couldn't help but wonder if his journey in the tower was destined to end here. However, Victor D'Angelo's reassuring voice snapped him out of his self-doubt.

"Don't worry, Climber Evan. You won't be facing clones modeled after their prime version. The spirit of the Monster Tower is incapable of performing such a daunting task. It will only generate clones based on your current level of cultivation."

"You mean the clones I'll be facing in this trial will only possess the same level of strength as the founders had when they were in the Soul Manifestation Realm?" Evan asked. Since it concerned his life, he wanted to be sure.

"Yes." Victor D'Angelo bobbed his head.

Evan's concerns were eased upon hearing his reply, and then, a spark of excitement ignited within him. He would be fighting the Frost clan's legendary founders on equal footing. Why would he not feel his blood boiling?

"That sounds fair enough. How many clones are there?" he asked eagerly.

"There are a total of five clones," Victor D'Angelo replied. "You can challenge them by going through the doors behind me. The difficulty of each challenge is determined by the color of the door. The green door is the easiest, while the black door is the hardest. If you manage to defeat the clone behind the green door, you'll earn the right to skip the trial of the next floor and go directly to the fifth floor. Defeat the clones behind the red and green doors, and you'll gain direct access to the sixth floor and so on."

Evan's eyes widened in excitement. It seemed like he could reach the top of the tower faster this way and carry out his plans.

"And what if I defeat all the clones?" he asked eagerly.

Victor D'Angelo chuckled, "It's presumptuous of you to assume that you can defeat all of them. Despite your humble looks, you're quite arrogant. But... I like it. If you manage to defeat all five clones, you'll gain direct access to the tenth floor."

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"So, I'll be able to skip six floors in total if I defeat the clones of all five founders of my clan," Evan counted in his mind, a smile spreading across his face.

Victor D'Angelo's tone turned serious. "It's not going to be easy, Climber Evan."

Evan beamed.

"Better once than never," he said. He didn't want to miss this golden opportunity. He was determined to give it his all.

"Whenever you're ready, Climber Evan. Step through the door, and the challenge will begin," Victor D'Angelo said, gesturing towards the doors behind him.

Evan used the Starlight Amulet to fully restore his strength before he confidently strode towards the verdant door. He grasped the handle, lowering it and pushing the door open. The moment he stepped through the door, he was hit by a sudden jolt that sent a shiver down his spine and blurred his vision.

After regaining clarity, he found himself standing in the midst of a colossal, circular arena with high walls made of smooth, polished stone. The space was illuminated by a soft blue light that emanated from the walls, casting a gentle glow over everything within and making it easy for him to see everything around him with great clarity.

Across from him stood a rather attractive stranger. The stranger's face was strikingly handsome, with delicate yet defined features that could easily capture anyone's attention. He had plush lips that were slightly curved, giving the impression that he was always ready to smile. His peach blossom eyes were his most captivating feature, their rims adorned with blue spots that sparkled under the light of the walls, seemingly inviting anyone to peer into their depths. They were framed by thick, dark lashes that made them stand out even more. His nose was straight and narrow, complementing the rest of his facial features. It was neither too small nor too large, and it perfectly balanced his other delicate features. His broad shoulders were squared, and he wore a crisp white shirt, impeccably tucked into black trousers, and a pair of black sports boots that shone under the blue light of the wall. His choice of weapon was gloves.

"So this is what the Fist Emperor looks like in real life!" Evan said.