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Tower of Heaven

The Tower of Heaven. An ancient, towering enigma said to grant any wish, unveil any secret, and provide anyone who enters its floors a path to Godhood; it stands as a beacon of both hope and despair. For untold centuries, its immense power has drawn countless seekers, yet none have ever emerged from its depths. This Tower is engraved in the world’s myths as the meeting place of mortals and Gods, a realm where anything was possible. It is a monument to mystery and the pursuit of glory. However, for one man, it represents the last chance for redemption and the key to unraveling his tumultuous past. The Heavenly Emperor, a great ruler from an era long forgotten. was betrayed by those he trusted and died with a heart full of regret and a thirst for vengeance. Only, the end of his life was not the end of his story. Reborn into a new world, he finds himself drawn to the Tower of Heaven, driven by the desire to understand his reincarnation and to reclaim his lost honor. The path ahead is filled with unforeseen twists and hidden depths. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny is interwoven with forces and secrets far beyond his wildest dreams. The advent of the former Heavenly Emperor begins here. And with each step he takes, the Heavens themselves quake in anticipation.

Crocs_is_Dead · แฟนตาซี
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Clocks [2]

Wasn't it a bit too much to show them an image of a clock before they entered the trial? They already knew where the secret would be hidden, so the entire challenge became meaningless, right?

It was understandable to think so until one truly entered the trial room.

The first detail that both Atlas and Horus realized was that there were no clocks in this room.

Rather, was there anything?

They found themselves in a small study belonging to someone who was clearly a scholar. The several desks, walls, and even the floor were covered in countless papers that were covered in scribbles of a language that Atlas didn't know.

The person who owned this place was clearly engrossed in his research, but for that very reason, he did not keep a clock in the room. Time was his enemy. He refused to acknowledge his presence as he delved deeper and deeper into his studies.

"What are we supposed to do?"