The clash between Dransart and Sanot had shaken the very foundations of the Hell Tower. Sanot's Soul Seal Skill had nearly bound Dransart's essence, but thanks to Future Vision, Dransart anticipated the trap. He shifted into Beast King Class, absorbing the seal and unleashing a storm of berserker fury.
His body, uncontrolled by his soul, fought like a beast—blind yet unstoppable. With Beast Berserker, Beast Reflex, Physique, and Conscious Skill, his body became a weapon of destruction. Sanot faltered, bewildered. Is this some deranged skill? Even his rusty sword shifts forms like a living creature.
Dransart's Swift Sword became shield, spear, and bow in rapid succession. He dodged hellfire, countered elemental strikes, and launched arrows infused with debuffs—Sleep Lullaby, Poison Vein, Small Burnt, Cool Freeze. Sanot slowed, trapped in layers of weakening effects.
When Dransart attempted to switch to Hero Class, the time limit had expired. Instead, he invoked Dragon King Class, fortifying himself with Pure Scale and Lust Wish. His arrows burned with Hellfire and sliced with Wind Blaze, cutting down Sanot's summoned souls.
Sanot, overwhelmed, tried to flee. But Dransart's companions intercepted him outside the fighting area. As per the rules of their own wager, Sanot was slain. His soul descended into Former King City, where he reunited with his ex-hero party members. Together, they resolved to live quietly in the afterlife.
The Watching Kings
The Pride City King smirked. "This is entertaining. Let's make it interesting. I bet on the Hell King. You bet on that dead human."
The Fairy Queen raised her hand. "Nine hundred thousand d-coins. I bet on Dransart. He is my husband."
Her words shocked the other companions, who bristled at being excluded.
The Resurrection City King leaned forward. "I don't believe Dransart is truly human. He wields Fairy, Beast, and Hero classes. His nature defies definition." The other kings gasped, their eyes fixed on the battle.
The Aftermath
With Sanot defeated, silence fell. The Resurrection City King stepped forward, his voice grave. "There is no Hell King to stabilize this realm. Without one, chaos will consume the cycle of souls. Dransart… will you take the throne?"
The chamber trembled with the weight of the question. Dransart's companions exchanged glances. Pocket's heart raced. Is this man truly destined to rule Hell itself?
Dransart stood tall, mask concealing his face, aura radiating legend. He had conquered Wrath, Pride, Lingering, and Resurrection. He had defeated Sanot, resisted soul-binding, and bent fate with vision and skill.
The kings awaited his answer. The realm itself seemed to hold its breath.
Thus, Dransart is offered the throne of Hell.
The Resurrection King recognizes his unmatched strength and cunning. The cycle of souls trembles, awaiting his decision. Will Dransart ascend as Hell King, or forge a new path beyond the tower?