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The Tower's Villain Returns

Fantasia
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After being summoned to The Tower, Zeon Cross reveled in the new world he found himself in. Free from the bindings of human law, he followed the way of The Tower, survival of the fittest where only the strong survive. As he climbed, he left a mountain of corpses in his wake. And naturally, countless enemies were made. Eventually, Zeon's karma came back to him, and he was defeated by his enemies. But his story is not done yet. "All the secrets I missed, all the paths I didn't take, all the blessings I did not find." This time, he will take them all.

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Chapter 1Prologue - Return To Zero

"It's a good thing this bastard is finally done for."

A large paladin spoke whilst panting heavily.

In front of him lay a man riddled with countless injuries.

Several swords were lodged in his chest and countless slash wounds covered his body.

His flesh was charred from magical burns and his limbs were shattered and twisted.

It was a gruesome sight enough to make even veteran players wince.

But his attackers only felt relief that their fight was finally over.

"Someone like you... should never be allowed to reach the top of the tower..."

Standing directly in front of the half dead man was a handsome blonde haired man.

Of course, his handsomeness was not evident considering he was covered in blood.

He wore heavy plated armor, and once he pulled his sword out of his enemy's body, he truly fit the image of a knight.

"Zeon.. Honestly, the deepest pit of Hell wouldn't be enough for a monster like you. Half of our coalition was wiped out.. but I can't say I regret it."

Upon hearing his name, the man finally showed a sign of life, glaring at the one in front of him, and the hundreds that stood behind him.

A hoarse voice exited his throat.

"...Seriously, you fuckers will never reach the top... You barely defeated me, you think you'll be able to go further?"

"Ugh... Luther, just kill him already, he has nothing worth listening to..." 

A woman with black hair wearing a provocative black robe outlining her hourglass body spoke with venomous intent. 

The knight, named Luther, shot her a glare to make it clear that he wasn't done just yet.

"Alice... we've worked hard to get to this point, I feel like it would be a shame to kill him off like that." 

The paladin from earlier spoke up.

"Just finish whatever you want to do, I'm tired of all of this, I just want to go home and get some rest."

"Yeah! I wanna make him one of my summons, if I get 'The Destroyer', it'll make me invincible!"

A childish girl with an eerie presence agreed in a high pitch tone.

"If you don't wanna do it yerself I'll gladly crush the sunuvabitch's face in!"

A fierce brawler grinned eagerly.

Five of the Tower's greatest players had come together to form a coalition.

Luther, 'The Invincible', a magic swordmaster.

Alice, 'The Queen of the Elements', an elemental archmage.

Orion, 'The Holy Vanguard' a supreme paladin.

Sia, 'The Calamity Summoner' a master spirit summoner.

Giren, 'The First Fist' a master martial artist.

If you were to see all of them together, it would be considered the greatest of honors, yet if anyone were to see them now, they'd be in disbelief.

All five of them, and the thousands of regular coalition members that stood behind were battered and bruised with countless injuries.

The landscape was covered in blood and looked no different from hell.

All of them had gathered to defeat one man, although some would call him a monster.

Zeon Cross 'The Destroyer', bearing the class of supreme fist.

An infamous man throughout the tower known for destroying several guilds and making endless enemies.

"I guess there's no need to delay. Any last words?"

Luther gave him a chance to speak, Zeon weakly opened his mouth to speak one last time

"..You... will never make it."

"I don't even know why I asked."

---Shlink!

His head was cut off.

The coalition forces did not exclaim their joy, but merely let out breaths of relief.

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Honestly, I didn't expect things to turn out this bad.

Regardless of how many enemies I made, I thought it'd be fine as long as I was stronger.

Maybe it's my father's fault, the old man taught me some shitty lessons.

To never bite my tongue and to never take shit from nobody.

Well, I followed that and look where it got me.

I couldn't even feel my own body, at some point the pain just ceased.

I could see clear as day the swords sticking out me, but I couldn't feel them.

I knew my skin was charred, but I felt nothing.

I probably should have lived a little differently.

I doubt that I'd be able to stop myself from getting into fights, but maybe I should have restrained myself a little.

If I had people beside me, or at least didn't piss of so many people, I wouldn't be in this kind of situation.

But I don't think I can change, even if it's for my own good.

The people standing in front of me were ready to kill me.

I couldn't really hear them all that well.

A lot of their faces were familiar.

I saw all of them as being weaker than me, but I still lost in the end.

...

I wasn't strong enough.

I could only feel regret.

Luther, that bastard swordsman, asked me if I had any last words.

I obtained some brief satisfaction by telling them they'd never make it.

And honestly, I really believed that.

The tower was clear that only 1 person could claim the 'wish;' that would be obtained upon reaching the final floor.

I never believed that the tower was the sort of place in which it was worth making allies.

I guess I was wrong.

...

My head was cut off.

I felt warm.

I was no longer in the battlefield in which I had died.

Death wasn't as I expected.

I felt like I was drowning, unable to breathe and move.

My conscious started fading.

At that moment, I left my final thoughts.

If I was able to go back and do it all again, I'd take it all.

I'd leave no room for enemies and take every opportunity I once missed.

Before my consciousness faded into the thoughtless void of oblivion, I woke again.

[Greetings Player!]

You have been summoned to The Tower.

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