Tower of Truth, 41st Floor
Change Class Realm.
This floor’s realm was ingeniously designed: participants had to defeat monsters to earn blessings from the Angelic Race. The more blessings accumulated, the better the rewards during final evaluation.
It was clear that this floor had been constructed by the Angelic Race.
After learning more about the inner workings of the Tower of Truth, Mike had started to notice certain patterns.
If a floor seemed mediocre, poorly designed, or had an odd aesthetic, it was likely built by one of Dracula’s “friends.”
But since this floor was the work of the Angelic Race, Mike decided to summon Gabriel and Sylvanas from his private space.
Sylvanas, the former potential Supreme Being of the Angelic Race, had likely been involved in the construction of the Tower of Truth. In fact, she might have participated as a
representative of both the Angelic Race and the Ghost Race!
“What’s the story behind this floor?” Mike asked, glancing at the two of them.
Gabriel shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.
Although he was a potential Supreme Being, Gabriel had risen to prominence only after the Angelic Race had moved into the Tower of Truth. His lack of seniority left him with significant gaps in knowledge.
“This floor… was originally designed to strengthen the Angelic Race,” Sylvanas explained. “According to the initial plans, the source controlled by the Angel Progenitor was placed here to grant blessings based on the recipient’s angelic aptitude.”
After finishing her explanation, Sylvanas added, “Of course, the source is no longer here. As for the Angel Progenitor, he either ascended to the Heavenly Realm or merged with the Supreme Demon God.”
For ancient Supreme Beings, there were only two possible outcomes: ascension or fusion. Gabriel nodded slightly in agreement.
As a potential Supreme Being of the Angelic Race, Gabriel had a unique connection to the Angelic Progenitor. The only thing he could confirm was that the Progenitor was still alive.
Mike immediately noticed a contradiction and asked, “The Angelic Progenitor’s source? If he left it here, what did he use for himself?”
Sylvanas shook her head. “I don’t know. His thoughts were always impossible to predict.”
By now, Mike had already figured out the truth behind the so-called 1000-level Supreme Beings.
The threshold for reaching level 990 was fusing with a source. To ascend to level 1000, one had to fully master that source.
The Angelic Progenitor had been a low-profile and mysterious figure in ancient times. The Angelic Race had remained almost entirely hidden, avoiding the conflicts of the Nine Races. When the Calamity of Annihilation descended, the Angelic Race quietly became one of the Nine Races, securing a middling position. They even managed to send the highly promising Gabriel into the Tower of Truth.
Among the Nine Races Mike had encountered, the Angelic Race was the most intact.
The Werewolf Race was fractured, the Blood Clan was plagued by infighting, and the Elf Race had all but vanished.
The Ghost Race and Chaos Race were nearly wiped out…
But the Angelic Race?
They had preserved their population and still had Gabriel as their pillar of hope. Their future looked bright.
Mike, however, sensed something deeper.
He turned to Sylvanas and asked cautiously, “Wait a minute. When you defected from the Angelic Race to the Ghost Race, whose orders were you following?”
Logically, Sylvanas-once a great angel-had no reason to defect to the Ghost Race. The Ghost Race wasn’t stronger than the Angelic Race, and Sylvanas had no chance of competing for the title of Progenitor of Ghosts or reaching level 1000.
On top of that, defecting would have made her an enemy of the Angelic Progenitor. If the Progenitor had decided to target her, killing her would have been effortless.
Why would she take on such a thankless task?
Sylvanas hesitated for a moment before revealing the mastermind behind her defection:
“The Angelic Progenitor.”
Mike drew in a sharp breath.
The Nine Races were far more intricate than he had imagined!
The Blood Clan, for instance, appeared to be in shambles, but their core was intact.
Dracula, Vladimir, and Lilith had all survived the Apocalypse.
And lurking in the shadows was the Blood Ancestor, who could be resurrected at any moment…
If the Blood Clan made a comeback, they could quickly regain their peak strength!
The Werewolf Race, though scattered, still had the White Wolf King, who possessed the potential and power to reach level 1000.
For a fragmented race like the Werewolves, that was enough.
The ancient races that had survived the calamities all believed one thing: As long as there’s a Supreme Being, everything else can be fixed.
As for the Elf Race…
The Elf Ancestor was waiting for Mike on the 49th floor.
Even the Lower Three Races, after enduring the Calamity of Annihilation and the Supreme
Demon God’s upheaval, had managed to retain their strength.
The Angelic Progenitor sending Sylvanas to become a ghost didn’t seem so surprising
anymore.
Mike pressed further. “And then? What was the point of sending you there?”
If Sylvanas had been planted as a mole, she must have had a mission.
Sylvanas didn’t hesitate this time. Since she had already confessed, there was no point in
holding back.
“The Angelic Progenitor gave me a strange order,” Sylvanas explained.
“He told me to persuade the Progenitor of Ghosts not to be too greedy. To take only what was
theirs.”
“Not to be too greedy?” Mike repeated, frowning.
“To take only what was theirs…”
Mike had met the Progenitor of Ghosts before.
At the time, the Progenitor had already gone mad.
Clearly, the Progenitor of Ghosts hadn’t heeded the Angelic Progenitor’s advice and had
chosen Greed instead.
The previous Progenitor of Ghosts had died because of Greed.
As for the current one…
Mike didn’t dwell on it. He understood the true meaning behind the Angelic Progenitor’s
words.
Back then, Truth had offered the Truth Source to persuade the Nine Races to build the Tower.
The reward for completing the Tower was supposed to be an equal share of the Truth Source
among all Supreme Beings.
But something had gone wrong.
Instead of sharing the Truth Source, the Supreme Beings had turned on each other, fighting to absorb it entirely and eliminate their rivals.
The Progenitor of Ghosts had been one of the casualties of this conflict.
Mike suddenly remembered something and said, “By the way, there’s one thing I forgot to
mention.”
His expression turned serious, and his voice dropped.
“The source controlled by the Angelic Progenitor… it’s still on this floor.”
The moment Mike entered the 41st floor, his Eye of Truth had provided him with this
information.
Sylvanas and Gabriel’s faces both changed drastically.
A chill ran down their spines.
A source and its master couldn’t be separated by too great a distance…
“Could it be…” Sylvanas’s throat tightened as she stammered, “The Angelic Progenitor is still
hiding on this floor?”
The three of them fell into a heavy silence.
For Sylvanas, this might be good news.
After all, she had once served the Angelic Progenitor loyally. Even if she had defected, she had
earned her share of merit.
Gabriel, on the other hand, had been a disappointment.
Despite being chosen as the Angelic Progenitor’s successor, Gabriel’s lackluster performance
had left the Angelic Race with little hope.
Mike glanced at Gabriel and asked tentatively, “Should I send you back first?”
Gabriel thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No.”
After careful consideration, he reached a conclusion:
If the Angelic Progenitor were truly at his peak, he wouldn’t be hiding on the 41st floor.
Over the past 300 years, three human potential Supreme Beings had passed through this floor.
If such a terrifying presence were here, it would have been discovered long ago. Either the Angelic Progenitor was no longer at his peak and couldn’t maintain level 1000, or only the source remained on this floor, which wasn’t a significant threat.
In either case, Gabriel saw no reason to panic.
“Alright.”
With preparations complete, Mike began the challenge.
Under the protection of his two bodyguards, Mike faced the monsters of the 41st floor.
For Mike, these monsters posed no threat.
Even after being enhanced by the Supreme Demon God, they were easily dealt with.
Before long, Mike had cleared the entire floor.
The sky trembled slightly, as if something was about to descend.
“A source blessing?!” Sylvanas exclaimed in surprise.
She hadn’t expected the source to actually be here.
Her shock quickly turned into a faint, unreadable smile.
Gabriel, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. “You seem happy.”
“Not at all,” Sylvanas replied with a soft smile. “I just remembered something amusing.”
Sylvanas knew that the Ghost Source was in Thor’s possession and that it was highly
compatible with him.
However, the Angelic Source and the Ghost Source were natural enemies.
This meant the Angelic Source would instinctively reject Thor!
On this floor, Thor might achieve the highest Exploration Rate, but blessings and rewards? He
shouldn’t even dream of it.
The thought made Sylvanas want to laugh.
“It’s here!”
In the Angelic Race, blessings were ranked by color.
Black was the weakest, while white was the strongest.
Sylvanas watched as the blessing descended, fully expecting it to be black.
[White Blessing Descends-]
[Upon acquisition: Single base attribute +100%, cap 200,000.]
A pure white orb of light floated before Mike.
Sylvanas’s shock was beyond words.
White?!
How could it be white?! Even she, with all her confidence, wouldn’t have expected to earn the highest-tier blessing
during this trial.
Thor was human, and he carried the Ghost Source. How was this possible?!
But Sylvanas’s shock didn’t end there.
After Mike received the Angelic Blessing, the monsters on the 41st floor respawned.
Mike cleared them again, and the blessing descended once more.
It was white.
This happened nine times in total.
“Exploration Rate maxed…”
After defeating the final monster, Mike claimed the last blessing.
[Upon acquisition: HP cap +100%, cap 10,000,000.]
Nine blessings, all of the highest tier, had drastically boosted Mike’s base attributes.
This was the joy of changing class to Chief Tier.
For most Chief Tier advancements, earning two blessings was already considered
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Nine blessings, all top-tier?
Mike had completely maxed out the rewards.
Even Gabriel was baffled by Thor’s results.
This didn’t make sense.
Even if Thor had extraordinary luck, this level of compatibility was absurd.
Not even the Angelic Progenitor could have achieved this!
Could Thor be the Angelic Progenitor reincarnated?
It wasn’t impossible…
Gabriel’s expression shifted as another possibility occurred to him.
Thor had once casually mentioned that he had killed the Progenitor of Ghosts.
Few had truly considered the implications of that achievement. Regardless of the details, the fact remained: Thor had personally slain the Progenitor of
Ghosts.
This alone was enough to earn the Angelic Source’s recognition.
Gabriel’s expression grew more complex.
If his guess was correct…
Something big was about to happen.
“Time to leave.”
Mike glanced around, finding no more opportunities for profit. He prepared to leave.
Placing his hand on the Truth Core Crystal, he initiated the scoring process. “Calculating…”
The next moment, a blinding light erupted.
The sky of the 41st floor cracked open, and a terrifyingly holy source appeared before them.
The legendary Angelic Source was truly here!
Despite the legends, seeing it with their own eyes left Sylvanas and Gabriel utterly stunned.
The source first glanced at Sylvanas, then quickly dismissed her.
As a Primordial Ghost fused with the Ghost Source, she exuded an aura that the Angelic Source
found repulsive.
The source hesitated briefly in front of Gabriel.
By design, it should have gone to the next potential Supreme Being.
Gabriel was its ideal host.
With the Angelic Source, Gabriel would become complete and have a chance to ascend to
Supreme Being.
But the hesitation didn’t last long.
A powerful force pulled the source away.
Finally, the Angelic Source floated quietly before Mike, radiating strength and serenity.
Mike hesitated.
“Can I take this?”
After a few seconds of thought, he made his decision:
Take it.
Why wouldn’t he?
Even if he didn’t need it, he could sell it for a fortune.
The Angelic Source merged into Mike’s palm, becoming his.
At the same time, a new announcement echoed in the ears of all humans within the Tower of
Truth:
“Congratulations to participant Thor for reclaiming the 41st floor of the Tower of Truth!” “Congratulations to participant Thor for achieving an SSSS-tier rating on the 41st floor…”