Ethan stood quietly, gazing at the Primordial Tower looming not far from the fighting arena. Without any further delay, he teleported straight to the base of the tower entrance.
All eyes turned to him, curious why he'd said he was so busy. When they saw Ethan place his hand on the tower, a surge of excitement rippled through the spectators. Everyone had witnessed his overwhelming strength in the arena—now they wondered: How did this monster compare to the ancient legends sealed within the tower?
Ethan pressed his palm against the glowing handprint. As the number one in the fighting arena—an Emperor—the conditions were fully met. A green halo pulsed over the door, signaling his clearance. He stepped inside.
The Primordial Tower had one hundred floors. The ground floor was a resting zone: any challenger who wished to pause after a victory would be teleported there, but if you lost, you'd be locked out for an entire month.
Ethan didn't pause. He moved straight to the first floor.
