[Max's POV]
I landed on solid ground, stepping out from the exit portal after clearing the dungeon.
The chatter of players about strategies and dungeon information hit my ears, but I quickly evaded the crowd and found myself a secluded spot within a few minutes.
I sat down but kept my Detection Spell up and running—covering a hundred meters around me.
There were always reports about new players getting killed by sneak attacks from veterans roaming between Floors 1 to 5.
"Show notifications of boss fight," I commanded.
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[You have killed Mud Slime. Loot stored in inventory] ×8
[You have killed Acid Slime. Loot stored in inventory] ×10
[You have killed Crystal Slime. Loot stored in inventory] ×12
[You have killed Moss Slime. Loot stored in inventory] ×10
[You have killed Spore Slime. Loot stored in inventory] ×12
[You have killed Verdant Ooze Tyrant, Boss monster. Loot stored in inventory]
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I already knew the contents of the regular loot.
So, I checked what the boss had dropped.
[Boss Loot Obtained:]
[Intelligence Attribute Crystal ×2]
[Slime Unfamiliar Egg]
[Verdant Essence ×5]
[Skill Stone: Slime Genesis]
[Myth Coins ×150]
"Wow, my first genuine skill," I muttered, grinning.
As usual, I followed my ritual—using my Innate Ability first, then fusing the skill stone.
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[System Fusion Process Initiated]
[Skill Stone: Slime Genesis] ×50
[Fusion… Under Process]
[New Skill Stone Acquired: Omni-Gel Dominion]
[Would you like to read details before absorbing the skill stone?]
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"Yes, please," I answered.
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[Skill Details:]
[Name: Omni-Gel Dominion]
[Rank: Mythical]
[Type: Domain / Summon / Hive-Control / Creation]
[Affinity: Primordial Bio-Aether]
[Mana Cost: Continuous]
[Cooldown: None]
[Core Abilities:
1. Genesis Field
2. Hive Consciousness
3. Adaptive Evolution
4. Bio Forge Ascension
5. Overmind Rebirth]
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"Wow… Slime armies and rebirth per day. Very interesting."
"This will help with the Slime egg," I remarked,
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[Would you like to name your Mana Arts, Spells, and Sword Art?]
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"Nah… naming things is something I suck at. Can you handle it?" I asked lazily.
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Player is provided the option to name his Arts and Spells.
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"Well, if we're on this matter—tell me about Arts & Spells," I said, wanting to settle this once and for all.
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[Arts:]
[Techniques created by the Player related to weapons, movement, or body.
The technique must be an original creation with unique traits related to the Player. Only then can it be registered as an Art in Tower History.]
[Spells:]
[Spells or magical formulas formed by the Player according to their Affinity or personal understanding of elements.
A Spell is genuine only when the Player has complete mastery, can cast it without delay, and achieves the desired result.]
[Note:]
[Arts and Spells cannot be transferred normally. They can only be shared through Skill Transfer using Myth Points. The Player retains absolute control over their own Arts and Spells.]
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I read the entire explanation and nodded slowly.
"It's interesting, for sure… but it'll be hectic in my case," I murmured.
"I don't really rely on pre-determined options. Skills and magic excite me, but having everything fixed feels too rigid for my flow."
For the first time in a long while, I paused—to think.
To decide.
I'd create countless techniques and spells going forward, and naming or cataloguing each one sounded exhausting.
Then it hit me.
An idea. Risky, yes—but brilliant.
Maybe even dangerous enough to draw the Tower's wrath.
Still… I couldn't give it up.
I closed my eyes and focused, pouring my will directly into the Tower System.
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The screen glitched—lines of code tearing open like someone clawing through its core.
Then, just as suddenly, the resistance vanished. The storm of mana stabilized.
A new tab materialized.
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[Codex Created]
New tab generated due to interference of Player Max.
The Codex serves as a grimoire housing both Arts and Techniques.
Currently available only to Player Max.
Pending authorization from The Administrator of the Tower for general access.
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"So… no penalty?" I asked cautiously.
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[The Administrator hasn't decided yet.]
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"Well, that's better than being penalized," I smirked.
"Alright then, let's move on to the reason I did all this."
"System, record all my techniques and spells—past and future—into my Codex.
I'll name it… LimitFlow Codex."
The panel flickered again.
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[The LimitFlow Codex]
[Type: Unified Arts & Spell Doctrine]
[Founder: Max "The LimitBreaker"]
[Nature: A living, self-evolving grimoire of techniques and spells born from Infinite Mana and Adaptive Flow mastery.]
[Concept Overview:]
[The LimitFlow Codex isn't a fixed set of spells or moves—it's a dynamic system.
It evolves alongside the Player's understanding of mana, emotion, and battle rhythm.
Unlike conventional spellbooks or manuals, the Codex writes itself into the Player's soul—translating instinct, mana behavior, and thought patterns into new Arts and Spells.]
[Core Principles:
1. Adaptivity
2. Continuity
3. Dual Harmony
4. Limit Breach
5. Infinity Pulse]
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"Now that's simple, classic, and powerful," I grinned.
"Alright then, time to move. I've got a floor to clear before the day ends."
I pushed mana into my legs and dashed forward—ten times faster than before.
No notifications appeared.
The benefit of an ever-evolving Codex.
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After half an hour, I reached Duskroot Expanse—a twilight forest where sunlight never fully reached the ground.
Ancient trees with hollow, bone-like trunks twisted upward in tangled formations.
Pale mist rolled eternally over the soil.
I moved through the eerie silence toward the ruins that marked the entrance to the next dungeon.
As I stepped into the area, the System Panel came alive again.
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[Dungeon Information]
[Name: Spectral Burrow]
[Environment: Duskroot Hollow]
[Type: Exclusive – Spectral Beings]
[Rank: E+]
[Boss: Valkorath]
[Recommended: Party of 5+]
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I glanced at the ruins of the old settlement hiding the entrance… then walked forward.
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[3rd POV — Apex of the Tower of Mythus]
The Apex Hall stretched outward like an inverted sky.
Its walls were forged of etherglass, reflecting the dreams and fates of those who climbed below.
At its center rose a throne crafted from fragments of ancient divinities—wings, halos, and shattered crowns fused together by mythic gold.
It floated above a pool of liquid starlight, each ripple revealing scenes from the lower floors: wars, awakenings, prayers, and betrayals.
Upon this throne sat the Administrator of the Tower—known by many names:
The Final Witness.
The Lady of the Last Gate.
The One Who Judges All.
She appeared human… yet something far greater.
Her hair cascaded like twilight silk, shimmering between silver and midnight.
Her eyes were twin orbs of divine script—lines of runic code written by gods and read only by the Tower itself.
The sigil of the Tower glowed faintly on her chest, marking her as its living core—half deity, half system.
When she gazed, her eyes turned into living glyphs—reading the Mythic Thread of existence, perceiving every climber's fate as both history and prophecy.
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A tremor ran through her soul-link to the Tower.
The Codex of Ascension opened on her lap, its pages trembling.
Golden letters bled across its surface, rearranging into an impossible sequence.
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[Root Command Altered — Override Authority Detected.]
[New Directive Authenticated: User Unknown | Priority: Creator-Level.]
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Her voice came as a whisper—fragile, disbelieving.
"No mortal can access the Root Command."
"Not even I am permitted to speak in that tongue…"
Her luminous eyes ignited with golden fire.
The floor rippled, showing an image of the First Floor—like a reflection on still water.
There he stood.
Calm. Unbothered.
Surrounded by flowing data and light that bent toward him like petals before a sun.
He wasn't fighting the Tower.
He was rewriting it.
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For the first time in eons, she hesitated between action and faith.
Her instincts screamed—intervene, correct, preserve.
Her soul whispered—wait.
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[System Integrity Compromised.]
[Awaiting Administrator Override.]
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Her fingers hovered above the Codex… then stopped.
The resonance of his mana—calm and infinite—was too familiar.
Her expression became unreadable.
Neither joy nor fear.
Only the stillness of one witnessing the impossible… and refusing to disturb it.
"If you are truly Him reborn… you will not need my guidance."
She exhaled softly, closing the Codex. The golden light dimmed to silver.
"Very well, Max. I shall watch. Not as judge… but as witness."
She resumed her seat upon the throne.
The stars outside the Apex aligned into a golden ring—the symbol of divine patience, reserved for gods awaiting proof.
"Show me, mortal… how far your myth dares to reach."
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[AN: I know in last two days, the frequency of chapter upload has decreased.
Rest assured, I will try to reach 40+ chapters within one week]