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Return Of The Strongest Player

WPC July 2023 Winner. When the Demons and Angels of the 99th floor detected a threat to their reign, they teamed up to topple the man who'd placed them in such a situation. The Lord of Sins, a walking calamity of the Heaven's Spire, had put pressure on the transcendents no mortal had ever done. However, before the Lord of Sins could revolt against their reign, the Demons and Angels decided to nip the threat in the bud. Manipulating his clanmates, using other clans, controlling fate... They used all powers available to them in an attempt to halt the advance of the Lord of Sins. Eventually, it worked, and the Lord of Sins fell from grace. But it wasn't a happy ending for the vicious transcendents. "I'll return one day, stronger than ever and as a force even you can't touch! I'll become the Lord of Sins again!" The man returned to the past with a goal in mind. Everything else was just an interference. "Return of The Strongest Player" is a gripping tale of a man's ascendance. His journey back to the pinnacle of strength, the adversities blocking his path, and the comrades he eventually acknowledged. ----------------------- Chapters will be released at 9:30 AM (PST) or 00:30 (GMT +8). The timings will vary during Daylight Savings Time in the western part of the globe. Especially, Canada and the United States of America. Drop a power stone if you liked what you read. Add it your collection to never miss an update. Your gift is my motivation! Enjoy!

AceAmbrosia · Fantasia
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288 Chs

Famous Person: Man Who Conquered The First Floor

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Eleanor mindlessly swung her greatsword, hacking away at the steel barrier with all her strength. The muscular man maintaining the barrier coughed blood continuously, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure.

Suddenly, three other zombies approached the barrier, pouring all their mana reserves into maintaining it.

Umbral stood silently, gazing at the steel barrier that seemed to be shaking violently. His eyes were narrowed to slits, while his fists were clenched. With a complicated expression and furrowed eyebrows, he seemed uncertain of something.

As if Eleanor's power was beyond his expectations.

He was still certain of his victory but was instead uncertain of the sufficiency of his rate of growth. Was he falling behind the talented players of his generation? Age did not matter in the tower, mostly.

As long as one was capable, one was eligible to face the horrors of the tower.