Seth leaned against the cold obsidian wall of the Black Tower, chest heaving, steam rising from his body like smoke. His eyes flicked open, crimson gleaming faintly as the system prompts still lingered in his mind.
[You have leveled up]
[Current Level: 27]
He exhaled slowly, a smirk curling across his lips. Two levels in one climb. It was proof that the Sixth Floor’s army of spider-demons and their monstrous queen had been worth the effort. But the real prize wasn’t only the levels—it was what he now held in his hands.
The floor’s vault had cracked open after the Boss’s death, and within it had been several objects pulsing with a sinister aura. Not ordinary weapons, nor treasures crafted by human hands. These were items forged in the Black Tower itself, saturated with miasma and corrup
