The left eye strained against the blur, snow crystals stinging his cheek as the wind clawed harder, fiercer.
Am I going to die again? Yggy's thought rang hollow inside his skull, louder than the howling storm.
This was supposed to be floor one. Floor one! Every tower he'd ever entered legal raid or black run always began with fodder. Low-level mobs. Easy clears. A chance to breathe. But here? Nothing made sense.
This is Tower 27 floor 1 the tundra road they call it…
I am certain but this monster is different, more stronger.. As his mind fused everything he knew Power of Reset? Yggy in a deep trance of thinking what happened? No two of our group escaped, and escaping meant sealing the gate. Tower Outbreak protocol. He clenched his jaw. So why… Why is this floor alive again?
The monsters ahead snarled, their voices deep, guttural, wrong. Yggy's breath hitched, boots grinding for traction on the icy floor.
At first, he thought he'd poked a bear in its den.
But this wasn't a den. This was a fortress.
The memory flashed in his mind the last panel he saw when he died upon entering floor 1:
You have been killed by: Snow Bear – Lv. 20
And out of the cave lumbered… not a bear. Calling it that would be mercy. This thing had a goblin's twisted face buried under a mane of white fur, its body massive as Barork, claws like butcher's hooks twitching at the ends of its hands. Only a strip of brown cloth clung to its waist. Its eyes gleamed like frostbite itself.
[?????? (Lv. 20)]
The name blurred. Only the level showed. Fine. Snow Bear would do. Yggy naming it like its baptismal
It roared not just at him, but like a commander.
Because behind it came more.
five-foot hulks of goblins, muscle-swollen, each gripping weapons of their own choosing: cleavers, knives, spears, knuckle-guards, crude shields. They weren't walking. They rode beasts wolf-heads with saber fangs grafted onto hog bodies, breath steaming from their maws as hooves crushed the snow. On top of them show their name:
[Goblin Raider – Lv. 12]
The book of greed hovered blinked on his periphery:
Floor Quest:
Defeat Enemies — (600/1000)
Defeat the Boss — (0/1)
"Twenty minutes… and not even rising… No kills, just struggle" Yggy muttered, chest burning as cold air chewed into his lungs.
The raider lunged wolfhog shrieking, cleaver raised.
My Movement is fast! As I parry burn with instinct steel slammed steel, the shock rattling down Goblin raider.
Twist. Counter. Slash low at the mount's throat
Yes, got yah!
Snow burst instead. The bastard jerked back, my blade slicing nothing but air.
Damn it missed again! Always too quick! Too Much Space!
Their intelligence is something they don't charge recklessly despite their number they know that space the terrain is their leverage against me limit that then they die
"Hh—huff—" My breath tore out, smoke in the freezing air. Lungs on fire. Every inhale is like swallowing knives.
I can't… not here. Not like this. Too many. Too damn wide. And that thing my left eyes flicked to the white-furred monster looming behind them, claws flexing. That commander beast… one swipe and I'm done.
Boots slipped, bit into the snow again. My gaze darted, frantic. Think. Think! What can tip this wheel?
The cave! His mind gave an answer. Dark, narrow, waiting behind them. Yes. Funnel them. Limit their numbers. Strip their speed. Force them one by one.
No choice. Legs fired by aether and powered by his stats before I could doubt. I bolted, heart hammering louder than the howls at my back.
Cleavers slashed spears, lunged jaws snapped. I ducked, swayed, rolled, blade flashing only to keep distance. Not killing. Just buying breaths. Just surviving.
Don't stop. Don't stumble. Just pure running.
The mouth of the den loomed closer, black as a grave.
Run inside as boots scraped stone
sharp, dry echoes swallowed by the throat of the cave.
The howl of the wind outside was fading now,
but something worse replaced it
a low, guttural snarl.
Tap-tap-tap.
Wolfhog with snarling Goblins as their rider.
Not just one from the sound it make but hundreds
Then came the tremor.
The entire cave shook beneath him.
Small debris scattered at his feet.
Snow Bear... and it's pissed.
Yggy didn't stop.
Didn't dare.
His legs pumped forward, weaving between boulders and frozen caverns.
His body acting like it knew the terrain before his mind could catch up.
He wasn't fighting. He was surviving.
Every sharp turn, every slide
a gamble for distance.
But the monster behind him was just as fast.
Wolfhog. Maybe more.
Can't outrun it. But maybe… as he remember his Dex Stats boosted
He spotted it.
A narrow path thin, jagged, wide enough for him to slip through sideways.
Then
Goblin shrieks.
Ten of them. Raiders.
Cave-inked skin, blades ready, eyes locking on him.
They were in the open cavern space.
But Yggy didn't break stride.
He dashed.
Straight into the crack in the rock.
Stone scraped his shoulders. He was in.
Backpedaling. Fast.
His boots met a solid wall.
Dead end.
In front of him—
five goblin riders made it through the funnel.
The rest? Still trying to enter.
Further ahead, through the jagged opening
a wall of orange glow. Firelight.
Hundreds more Goblins.
And above them… that roar.
That weight.
That bear.
No retreat.
No escape.
Yggy's fingers clenched tight on his blade.
"This is it."
His voice barely audible, like he needed to say it to believe it.
This is where I take the fight back.
The lead Wolfhog lunged.
Fangs wide.
Straight for his arm.
His body reacted first.
The arm went up
but the wolf bit wind.
He dropped low.
Hips twisted.
A clean arc downward—
CHOP.
Steel met flesh.
The head came off.
Blood slapped his face, warm and fast.
The rider's balance shattered.
Momentum carried him straight into the next Wolfhog—
a blade meant for Yggy instead sank into his own beast's neck.
It screamed.
They both toppled.
Yggy didn't wait.
He stepped in.
Blade buried in the first rider's throat.
Then spun—
A reverse cut to the dismounted Goblin before it could rise.
Three gone.
Two more.
His breathing was cold. Focus absolutely.
Don't waste motion. Don't let up.
One Goblin charged.
The other turned—hesitating.
Yggy dashed forward.
Sidestep.
Strike.
Blood sprayed the wall.
The last raider dropped his blade.
Tried to run back.
But the funnel was too tight.
Too late.
Yggy's blade pierced his back clean.
The bodies dropped.
All of them.
Goblin. Wolfhog. The narrow path was painted red.
Yggy Muttered loot
Dead body vanished only left are accessories, gears and weapons
[Floor Quest Update]
Defeat Enemies — (600 / 1000)
Defeat the Boss — (0 / 1)
[You have gained]
STR: +2.5(x5)
DEX: +5 (x5)
VIT: +2 (x5)
INT: +3 (x5)
As soon as the five raiders hit the disappeared, ten more poured into the crack—
blades up, mouths shrieking, eyes locked on him.
Yggy didn't even take a breath.
"Telekinesis."
Left hand forward.
Right gripping a cleaver.
The fallen blades littering the ground shivered.
Then rose.
Like possessed relics, hungry for another kill.
"Stab."
The word struck the air.
CLEAVERS SHOT FORWARD.
Driven not by muscle—
but by will.
By Aether.
They pierced the narrow space like vipers,
blades stabbing wildly, bouncing off rock,
and still driving forward like they were alive.
The Goblins panicked.
Too many in the crack. No room to dodge.
One stumbled.
Another twisted to avoid the blade—
and caught a cleaver from his own ally in the leg.
Friendly fire. Screams. Blood.
Perfect.
Yggy didn't stop.
He sprinted forward, just enough to leave the narrow path.
Just enough to see the full scope of death waiting for him.
Goblins. Wolfhogs.
Dozens.
Clawing for his flesh.
Eyes rabid.
And then—
the Snow Bear.
Looming.
Watching.
Like a king deciding whether to move.
As if Yggy wasn't worth its time—
yet.
Blades floated to his side.
Like invisible warriors aligning shoulder to shoulder.
Controlled. Calm. Murderous.
"Shoot."
Yggy launched forward—
straight into the mob.
Cleave. Shoot. Cleave. Shoot. Dash. Evade.
That was the rhythm.
His rhythm.
He carved through them like a woodcutter chasing a quota.
Five bodies a minute.
Then ten.
Then faster.
Blood sprayed. Bone cracked.
Wolfhog claws sliced at empty air.
Goblins screamed as cleavers buried into spines from directions they couldn't even see.
Yggy didn't pause.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't think.
Kill. Move. Kill. Loot.
Each fallen body fed him.
Not just in drops—
but in waves.
"Loot."
Another pile vanished.
Only left are accessories, gear and Cleavers returned to his side like loyal dogs.
Another slash. Another head. Another cleave.
The battlefield became his sawmill.
By the time it ended, twenty… no—fifty—no… one hundred lay dead.
Goblins.
Wolfhogs.
All silent.
All gone.
And Yggy stood at the center, panting—
eyes sharp.
Blood dripping from his chin.
Power vibrating under his skin like a storm begging to be unleashed.
📜 SYSTEM UPDATE:
[Floor Quest Progress]
Defeat Enemies — (700 / 1000)
Defeat the Boss of the Floor — (0 / 1)
[LEVEL UP — 12 ➝ 13]
[Book of Greed: Sync Update]
[ Personal Stats — Yggy Medas ]
• Aether Rank: (F)
• Aether Proficiency: Level 10
• Class: Criteria not met
STR: 1070 → 1332
DEX: 1650 → 2160
VIT: 740 → 940
INT: 364 → 664
LUCK: 12 → 13
The snowbear roared.
Its massive frame surged forward, slamming into the back ranks of its own horde.
Bones snapped.
Goblins screamed.
The entrance—once the only escape—became a grinding wall of meat and fur.
Yggy turned his head slightly—
saw limbs flailing, backs breaking under the beast's careless advance.
They're trapped.
I'm not.
Power surged again.
His veins thrummed.
Each heartbeat was a drumbeat—
drowning out fear, sharpening his instinct.
"Cleave."
A cleaver arced down, slicing through a Wolfhog's skull.
"Shoot."
Two more blades launched—one into a Goblin's neck, the other pinning a rider to the cave wall.
"Cleave. Shoot. Cleave. Shoot."
The rhythm returned—
but this time, it was faster.
Stronger.
His Telekinesis was no longer control—it was command.
The blades no longer wobbled.
They snapped into position mid-air.
Like swords held by invisible executioners.
Like extensions of Yggy's fury.
He moved through the battlefield—
a blur of steel and red.
Every slash opened another throat.
Every stab dropped another rider.
The cleavers flew—bouncing off rock, bouncing back, flying again.
They never stopped moving.
And neither did he.
A Wolfhog lunged at him from the side—
he ducked low, rolled, stabbed upward.
The blade pierced through fur, bone, and into the rider above.
Two bodies slumped together.
"Loot."
The corpses vanished—
strength flowing into his bones like hot lightning.
Another Goblin tried to scream—
Yggy's cleaver hit his mouth mid-yell, splitting his head open like a melon.
He didn't stop.
He couldn't.
One mistake, and the Snowbear eats me alive.
No brakes. No gaps. Just keep the bodies coming.
He lost count at fifty.
Then eighty.
Then a hundred.
The cave floor was slick with blood.
And still, they came.
But slower now.
Weaker.
Their morale was gone.
They didn't charge anymore.
They hesitated.
They tripped.
They looked over their shoulders—
and realized there was no one behind them anymore.
Because Yggy had killed them all.
📜 SYSTEM UPDATE:
[Floor Quest Progress]
Defeat Enemies — (820 / 1000)
Defeat the Boss of the Floor — (0 / 1)
[LEVEL UP — 13 ➝ 14]
[Book of Greed: Sync Update]
[ Personal Stats — Yggy Medas ]
• Aether Rank: (F)
• Aether Proficiency: Level 10
• Class: Criteria not met
STR: 1332 → 1644
DEX: 2160 → 2770
VIT: 940 → 1180
INT: 664 → 1024
LUCK: 13 → 14
Yggy stood amidst the carnage—
surrounded by nothing but blood, broken weapons, and silence.
His chest rose and fell.
Steam curled from his skin.
The cleavers hovered beside him, blood dripping from the tips.
He wasn't the same looter who ran from fights.
He wasn't a porter anymore.
He was the reaper in this cave.