Tyler Smith

A man stood on the corpse mountain...

He was wearing sublime black armor, shimmering with a reddish-black aura; the aura he emitted gave him a devilish vibe. He wasn't different from demons.

The only difference between them is that the demons were strong even at birth, and they got stronger after birth, while the man had climbed from the lowest to the highest in the food chain.

All of his armor and equipment were mythical-rated. The armor and equipment he wore added strength to his already high strength, giving him a lot of stat bonuses and increasing his resistance to the supernatural powers of this tower.

Behind him were many weapons: a halberd, spear, long sword, axe, bow, glaive, saber, and dagger. All of them were used on a case-by-case basis, and they all glowed with a reddish-black aura-like armor.

Even though dragons are among the tower's strongest races, only a few of their strongest could hold mythical-rated equipment. It was so rare that even though there were trillions of living beings in the tower, there were at most dozens equipment. Even just one piece of mythical-rated equipment could cause massive battles.

Detached limbs, eyes, ears, headless corpses, corpses with the upper body separated from the lower body—the vast majority of corpses were humans and demons. The rest were all kinds of monsters. One monster's corpse alone looked like a mountain.

The environment was covered in a bloody fog. Even the clouds above are crying blood; even the sun is hiding its face in fear; It filled the sky with dark and bloody clouds. The entire floor was filled with blood and trillions of body parts. The moon turned the color of blood.

Six Supreme Demons stood in front of the man.

They were ultimate beings that transcended common sense, the most powerful demons who had even surpassed transcendent status and attained supreme status. Their power could destroy many worlds.

They were nearly immortal; their vitality was so strong that sickness or aging were not working for them; they conquered the tower's last floor and became its overlords.

They were so strong that only mythical-rated equipment and a few people at the pinnacle of transcendent status could harm them, but even if all of them worked together, it was impossible to defeat Supreme Demons.

The ancestors of sin became masters of aura and mana.

The entire tower thought of them as invincible. But the man saw them as slightly stronger than those who skipped leg day at the gym.

They are the servants of the true king of the tower, whom he will soon fight.

He sure traumatized them. They were trembling with fear. Half of them peed on themselves and the other half was close to doing so.

"I can't steal any more stats, eh?"

These were the last words the 6 great demons heard before they died. They died suddenly with very fast attacks, of course, including the hundreds of servant demons behind them who had achieved transcendent status. Some were killed by weapons, some by kicks, and some by punches.

Then he turned his attention to the huge, blood-colored doors next to him.

A system message appeared.

[Lord of Tower is here]

And he opened the door...

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A giant man was walking along the dark street, and it was obvious that he was tired and bored from the numbness in his eyes. His eyes seemed to have no hope for life, he was tired of everything.

But he was walking briskly somewhere as if he had to perform a sacred duty even if he was on the verge of death. As he walks, the tiredness and boredom in his eyes give way to excited and energetic eyes.

He was bored with life; he had been an orphan since birth and had never been successful. His grades in school were above normal, but he was not the elite of the class.

After graduating from high school and realizing that he would not be successful in school life, he had already started a minimum-wage job and was spending the weekend at part-time jobs.

He was seriously fed up with life; he had no family or relatives, and his only friends were the men at his construction job, which included some old men and John.

John had introduced him to the sacred mission, but despite being such a scumbag, he deserved a huge dragon warrior for introducing this sacred thing. John does this sacred duty whenever he feels like it, but it pisses him off.

This lighthearted approach to sacred duty both irritated and enraged him. This sacred task required discipline, and although there were many people like John in the gym, there were also many people like him.

Although he could not fully perform this sacred duty due to his financial situation, he was trying to do his best. He was eating green lentils instead of holy chicken breast. "At least it's better than doing nothing," the man thought.

The man walked a little further, turned right, and trembled with excitement when he saw the familiar gym he had been in for years. He quickly entered the locker room and changed his clothes. Today was push day, and the gym was going to close in about an hour since he was late due to work.

He loved the gym, building muscle, feeling stronger and younger, and, most importantly, it gave him some confidence in this life.

Even though he hadn't been able to do some exercises in the same push workout for years due to the gym closing, he was still happy. His bench press set was most people's deadlift max. Though he was working on strength rather than hypertrophy, there wasn't much difference between the powerlifter and himself.

He was sweaty and pumped from his workout. It was truly miraculous when he removed all of his clothes except his underwear and looked in the dressing room mirror.

Such a devil was at work that even beginners in the gym looked in the mirror after a training session and saw that their small arms were big, their narrow shoulders were wide, their belly was six-pack, and even those who skip leg day and have chicken legs got big legs all of a sudden.

It was the so-called GYM MIRROR! The one whose rating is even above the mythical rating!!!

Anyway, after he looked in the mirror, a giant man of about 200 cm appeared. His arms were large, though not as big as the bodybuilders participating in the competitions. Wide shoulders, large traps, a thick neck, a broad back, well-defined obliques, a six-pack, legs that don't skip leg day, and a surprisingly large calf.

He had black hair, black eyes, reddish-pink lips, sharp eyebrows, and light brown skin. He was Tyler Smith.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, staring at his pumped muscles, then went into the shower stalls, took a quick shower, got dressed, and walked home.

After getting home and changing into comfortable clothes, he lay down on his bed, wanting to sleep since he was so tired from both work and the gym. After laying down for 10–15 minutes, thunderous snoring sounds that could even wake a bear from its winter sleep started to come from him.

That day

Humanity transmigrated into the tower.