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Chapter 236: A New Record-1

Chapter 236: A New Record-1

After the fifty-first level, each floor of the Tower of Legends beca battle against shifting compositions of

monster armies across varied and hostile terrains. With every ascent the challenge grew harsher. The monsters

themselves seemed to evolve, adapting to her tactics, seven displaying unnerving intelligence as they

marshalled others under their command.

At level fifty-two, Eleanor entered a maze of dark, dripping limestone caverns. The floors and walls were slick

with phosphorescent algae that glimmered faintly, casting ghostly green light. Deep, still pools dotted the

chambers, concealing submerged passages.

The Crocodile Monsters lurked beneath the water's surface, bursting forth to seize and drag her down. Multi-

headed Venomfang Hydras found sure footing on the slippery stone, their broad stances anchoring them as they

spat venom that hissed against the wet rock, cloaking the cavern in toxic mist. From precarious ledges, Goblins

loosed stones from their slings, the algae’s glow guiding their aim, while others scurried across the treacherous

floor to strike from the flanks.

Level fifty-three was a suffocating network of trenches and tunnels, narrow and choked with mud. The passages

were too small for her to stand upright, forcing her to crouch or crawl. Barbed wire and sharpened stakes lined

the edges, cutting off escape routes. Goblins swarmed through the cramped passages, swift and sure-footed.

Orcs blocked choke points with heavy shields, while Skeletons clawed their way from the sodden earth,

reassembling even after being shattered. The level demanded combat in confinement, where there was no room

to breathe, much less swing freely.

The fifty-fourth level unfolded into a silent forest of stone. Towering petrified trees stood like jagged pillars, their

brittle, needle-like leaves crunching underfoot with every step, making stealth impossible. Spiders dropped from

the high branches, skittering across the noisy ground. Stone Golems lay in wait, half-merged with the trunks for

sudden ambushes. Orcs melted into the dense cover, loosing arrows in sudden, darting attacks before vanishing

again.

At fifty-five, Eleanor found herself upon a desolate volcanic plain of black sand and jagged rock. The ground

trembled with the constant threat of eruption. Jets of scalding steam roared skyward without warning, while ash

thickened the air into a choking haze. Magma Fiends used the geysers themselves as weapons, merging with

them and erupting in surprise assaults. Rustclaw Beasts raked the ground with claws impervious to heat, kicking

up storms of blinding ash. The Orcs, clad in heat-hardened armour, locked their shields together and drove their

formations forward, forcing her step by step towards fissures and geysers ready to erupt.

Level fifty-six was a sunken temple, its drowned courtyards and shadowed halls filled with murky, chest-high

water. Crumbled stairs and fallen pillars hid beneath the surface, waiting to trip or trap the unwary. Trolls waded

in with terrifying persistence, their wounds knitting closed beneath the water. Crocodile Monsters struck from

below, dragging prey into the depths. Blight Serpents tainted the very water with their venom, sapping Eleanor’s

strength with every breath and step.

At fifty-seven, beauty masked lethal danger. The cavern was a cathedral of crystals, towering shards of razor-

sharp stone refracting and amplifying every glimmer of light and spark of magic. Colours splintered into dizzying

illusions, while beams of focused energy seared through the air without warning. Chitin Lords scuttled unseen,

their reflective carapaces vanishing amid the crystal spires. Golems lumbered forward, their bodies sheathed in

growing crystals that turned them nearly indestructible. The Hydras spat venom that refracted across the

surfaces, transforming each spray into a barrage of death from a dozen directions at once.

At level fifty-eight, she stepped into a multi-tiered jungle of petrified trees, their branches webbed together with

thick, gleaming silk. The spider threads wove platforms, tunnels, and traps, forming a deadly maze suspended

high above the mist-shrouded ground far below.

The Giant Spiders darted across their webs with terrifying speed, tracking her through the vibrations of each

step. Chitin Lords clambered up the stone trees with bladed limbs, slicing the webs to send her plunging into

traps. Skeletons, immune to both sticky silk and fall damage, were dropped from above or reassembled on the

ground to harry her from below.

Level fifty-nine opened into a bubbling bog of tar and sulphur. The stench clung to the air, and pockets of foul

gas ignited into sudden bursts of flame. The ground clutched at her boots, thick and cloying, dragging at her

every step.

Carrion Hulks lumbered easily through the fumes, impervious to both stench and tar. Magma Fiends deliberately

ignited the gases, turning the bog into a field of fire and choking smoke. From patches of solid ground, Ogres

hurled boulders, driving her back into the treacherous muck.

At level sixty, she entered a vast hall floored entirely with ancient bones. The acoustics were unnerving... every

sound amplified and distorted until the chamber was filled with phantom echoes. Her ears betrayed her,

rendering her unable to judge direction or distance.

The Bone Colossus rose silently from the floor itself, its bulk formed of fused skeletons. Arrows hissed through

the darkness from unseen bowmen, the echoes disorienting her. Rustclaw Beasts skittered across the brittle

floor, their movements magnified into a cacophony that surrounded her from every side.

The sixty-first level spread into a vast, stinking swamp where the waters were acidic and the land treacherous.

Patches of solid ground were rare, and a thick, poisonous fog rolled ceaselessly across the mire. Tangled roots lay

hidden beneath the water, grasping at her feet.

Blight Serpents swam effortlessly, breathing the tainted water and spreading their mists as cover. Trolls thrived

here, regenerating with unnatural speed, their severed limbs regrowing in the murky depths. Carrion Hulks

waded through the acid unscathed, their stench overwhelming, leaving Eleanor dizzy and struggling to keep her

balance.

Level sixty-two thrust her onto wind-swept mountain passes, where violent gales howled through the cliffs. The

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winds threatened to hurl her into the abyss, and their roar drowned all sound but their own.

Behemoths stood unshaken by the storm, their colossal horns releasing concussive blasts magnified by the gale.

Orcs fired crossbows with thick, wind-cutting bolts. From above, Spiders descended unseen, their approach

masked by the shrieking wind.

The sixty-third level stretched across a barren plain of corroded metal ruins. The air itself was corrosive, rusting

blades and armour in moments. Crimson dust coated everything, and the ground crumbled under her weight.

Rustclaw Beasts thrived, their claws honed to razors by the corrosion. Ogres, their metallic hides rusted and

jagged, turned their very armour into weapons that tore through flesh. Chitin Lords, untouched by the decay,

skittered freely across the landscape.

At level sixty-four, she trudged into a vast desert of sand and crushed bone. Bone-laced whirlwinds raged across

the plain, shredding anything caught within. Beneath the treacherous ground, hollow pits collapsed into mass

graves of the ancient dead.

Bone Colossi drew strength from the very terrain, their forms swelling larger as they absorbed bone fragments

from the storms. Skeletons clawed their way from the sand in endless numbers, reassembling the instant they

were broken. At their backs, Orc necromancers bent the death-soaked desert to their will, shaping bone into

storms that hunted Eleanor relentlessly.

Level sixty-five was a canyon carved into dry, splintered stone. The ground fractured into narrow crevices and

honeycombed tunnels, the earth unstable and prone to collapse beneath too much weight.

Serpents and Hydras slithered through the unseen tunnels, striking suddenly from holes at her sides or beneath

her feet. Goblins crouched in the cracks, springing traps or darting out to cut at her ankles before vanishing

again. Each step demanded precision... for one misjudgement would send the earth caving beneath her.

At level sixty-six, she entered a spherical cavern lined with geode crystals that pulsed with stored thermal

energy. The chamber cycled unpredictably between searing heat and freezing cold, the extremes forcing her to

adapt her tactics with every shift. The Bloodstone Gargants remained unbothered, anchoring the field as they

spewed magma regardless of the chamber’s phase.

When she stepped into level sixty-seven, she found a deep, narrow gorge, its sheer walls made of pure magnetic

iron ore. Metallic debris littered the floor, while invisible currents tugged with irresistible force at anything forged

of steel.

Her sword and armour were wrenched toward the walls, pinned by the magnetism. Ironhide Ogres lumbered

forward, their studded hides amplified by the ore until they were nearly impervious. Rustclaw Beasts scrambled

up the magnetic cliffs, their claws drawn sharper by the unseen forces, striking down at her from above. Stone

Golems, untouched by the pull, held the line with immovable weight.

At sixty-eight, she plunged into the Trollbone River, a roaring torrent slicing through the cavern. The water was

so cold it numbed the limbs, and jagged blocks of ice battered anything caught in the current. Slippery, half-

submerged rocks offered the only footholds.

Trolls regenerated from any piece severed in the water, multiplying with every strike. A Hydra used the current to

whip its heads with terrifying speed. Crocodile Monsters prowled the depths, waiting to drag her into the freezing

dark.

Level sixty-nine was a labyrinth of pits linked by narrow ledges. At the bottom of each yawning chasm festered

heaps of diseased carrion, the stench so thick it sickened the body and mind alike.

Carrion Hulks drew strength from the filth, growing more fearsthe deeper they waded into it. Ogres hurled

chunks of rotting matter, the foul impact enough to stagger her. Spiders strung webs over the pits, eager to drop

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At level seventy-one, she plunged into the Earthblood Chasm... a yawning fissure where the planet's molten

heart flowed in rivers of fire. Platforms of blackened rock drifted above the magma, rising and sinking

unpredictably before crumbling back into the flow. The heat radiated upward in waves that seared her lungs with

every breath.

Stonehorn Behemoths brought ruin with each step, their weight shattering platforms and sending them plunging

into the inferno. Ogres, hardened against the flames, brawled atop the unstable terrain. Magma Fiends swam

freely through the lava, bursting forth to reinforce their allies by hardening surfaces or dissolving the stone

beneath her feet.

Level seventy-two was the caldera of an erupting volcano. The battlefield consisted of crumbling islands of rock

separated by roaring channels of magma. The air shimmered with heat, distorting her vision, and the relentless

dryness cracked her lips and parched her throat. The ground itself trembled, threatening to collapse at any

moment.

Magma Fiends coursed through the lava streams, hurling fireballs before leaping out to grapple her into the

molten tide. Towering Stonehorn Behemoths shattered islands with their stomps, avalanching entire sections into

the magma below. Bloodstone Gargants unleashed torrents of molten rock to sever her escape, their strength

magnified by the hellish environment.

At seventy-three, she entered the Hive Cluster. The cavern was organic, its walls formed of pulsating resin like

the inside of a colossal wasp nest. Every surface was sticky, clinging to her boots and blades. Bulbous pods

swelled and burst without warning, spewing clouds of poison or jets of burning acid.

The predators here were perfectly at home. Chitin Lords and Spiders raced across walls and ceilings with ease,

their movements invisible in the honeycombed dark. Blight Serpents exhaled their breath upon the hive itself,

causing the fleshy walls to convulse and strike at her as though the nest itself had turned predator.

Level seventy-four was a horror beyond imagining. She stepped into a cavern of living flesh... walls, floor, and

ceiling pulsed like muscle, slick with bile. Pools of acid bubbled in craters, and jagged racks of bone jutted

outward like teeth. The very terrain exhaled a sickly stench of rot.

This was the domain of regeneration and decay. The Carrion Hulks thrived in the cloying environment, their

odour unbearable in the sealed space. A Three-headed Hydra regenerated endlessly; severed heads spewed

streams of acidic blood, which the fleshy ground absorbed, sprouting writhing tentacles from the splattered

biomass. Trolls drew nourishment directly from the living cavern, their regeneration accelerated to madness.

Eleanor battled not just monsters but the environment itself, which writhed and heaved as though intent on

swallowing her whole.

After myriad battles and countless slaughter, Eleanor opened the door to level seventy-five. As she had

anticipated, every monster she had slain awaited her there.

The battlefield was a living ossuary of flesh and stone. She did not stand on earth but upon a calcified plaza of

interlocking bone and shifting tectonic plates, treacherous beneath her feet. Rivers of acidic bile cut through the

floor, Blight Serpents writhing in their depths, their vapours rising to mingle with the searing air. Above her, a

canopy of razor-edged, magnetic tendrils clawed downward, crawling with skittering horrors. The cavern itself

throbbed in rhythm with a distant Magma Heart, each beat sending geysers of steam surging upward to ignite

the poisonous haze into sudden fireballs. The walls, formed of porous hive-rock, wept condensation and vomited

forth an endless tide of lesser creatures. There was no sanctuary here... only a perfect synergy of elements

designed to annihilate her.

Eleanor wasted no thought on measuring the might of the army or the malice of the terrain. She simply ignited

her bloodline, unleashing every ability, and carved through the enemy ranks. She did not count her kills, there

were too many... but she knew it was not enough. When the designated ten minutes had elapsed, more than a

hundred monsters still swarmed around her.

She let out a long breath. This was all she could manage at her current strength. There was no regret in her

heart... only relief. She had no idea how long she had been fighting without pause, but her body had been

weakening, fraction by fraction, with each successive trial. A dull ache of hunger gnawed at her.

"I must have been fighting for more than ten hours," she thought. "But | can feel it... my fighting has grown

sharper. My skills have risen, especially the battle awareness and the strength and agility | gained at levels

twenty-six and fifty-one. If these improvements are real, and | carry them beyond this tower, then the struggle

was worth it."

Before her thoughts could linger, her vision blurred. The cavern dissolved, and her consciousness snapped back

into the space capsule. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the sterile glow as the lid hissed open.

Eleanor blinked several times, her eyes adjusting to the sterile light of the chamber. She was back... the same

room where she had first entered the Tower of Legends. As she stepped out of the capsule, the device on her

wrist vibrated. Instinctively, she touched it, and a holographic screen flickered to life before her.

[Notice]

Congratulations to Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) for clearing level 25 of the Tower of Legends. You

have been awarded 100 points.

Points added to inventory: 100

[Would you like to see the next message? Y/N]

The reward was expected. Without hesitation, Eleanor answered aloud, "Yes." Another screen appeared.

[Notice]

Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) has won a duel against Cadet Raijin Astrape Stormrider (10156601).

According to the rules agreed upon by both parties, all points belonging to Cadet Raijin Astrape Stormrider

(10156601) have been transferred to Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659).

Points added to inventory: 2015

[Would you like to see the next message? Y/N]

"Two thousand and fifteen points? Ha! So, he’s already spent sof his earnings. Still... free points are free

points. | wonder how far that arrogant dragon made it in the tower. With this loss, maybe he'll finally stop

pestering me," Eleanor mused silently.

She lifted her chin and commanded, "Yes. Showthe next message."

[Notice]

Congratulations to Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) for clearing level 50 of the Tower of Legends. You

have been awarded 1000 points.

Points added to inventory: 1000

[Would you like to close the window? Y/N]

With a thought, she dismissed the message. "Nora, showmy current status," she said inwardly.

Nora responded at once, voice crisp and deferential, "Congratulations, Master, on your victory. Here is your

current status."

[Status Screen]

Cadet Name: Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor

Cadet Number: 10156659

Institution: Ascendance Academy of Midgard

Race: Werewolf (Alpha)

Bloodline: Mind Reaver (Level 1), Thunderbolt (Dormant)

Cultivation Level: Awakened

Academy Points: 5186

The screen vanished, leaving Eleanor grinning to herself. Only one thought filled her mind: "I'm rich."

Nora chimed in, her voice smooth and precise. "Master, the nanobots in your body activated during levels 26 and

51. According to my calculations, both your strength and agility have improved significantly. The tower does not

merely award points after a war... it was designed to refine the cadets’ physical prowess."

"That's good. Very good." Eleanor’s lips curved into a rare smile, her chest swelling with relief.

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"Then I'll look forward to that." Eleanor stretched her arms, weariness returning now that the adrenaline of the

tower had faded. "But that’s for the future. Right now, I'm starving. | need the dining hall." She hopped down

from the capsule and sealed it with a soft hiss.

"Master, you may not realise how much thas passed. It is already midnight. The dining halls are closed.

Fortunately, you stored sfood in your robe for emergencies."

"No wonder | feel like I'm starving..." Eleanor muttered. "Fine, let's head back to the dormitory." She pushed

open the heavy door and stepped into the corridor.

Waiting there was Instructor Arrichion. His hawk-like eyes regarded her with a mixture of sternness and approval.

Before she could offer a greeting, his voice cut across the silence.

"Congratulations on your achievement in the tower, Cadet Eleanor. But | expected a better result from you. |

watched your battles from the control room... you have too many flaws yet to improve."

"Thank you, Instructor." Eleanor lowered her head and gave a proper werewolf bow.

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With that, he turned on his heel and strode down the corridor. Eleanor followed in silence, her heart oddly light

despite the weight of exhaustion pressing on her.

elow.

At level seventy, she found herself in a system of caves whose porous, crystalline walls oozed a paralysing, toxic

sap. The air was dense and humid, heavy with clouds of neurotoxic pollen. It was a killing ground of poisons.

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Lords... a synergistic army of toxins.

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