All Kael could see was darkness.
But, somehow, even though the surroundings were only black, he could still see his own hands, feet, and body.
That meant the area he was in was only black, and not covered in darkness.
Just like what he remembered when he played Tower of Glory.
In the story, Hans had only met the Tower Creators once, but that one time had given the player an unforgettable memory.
’What floor was it? I don’t remember exactly.’
Suddenly, he felt a shiver run down his spine.
It felt as if someone was watching him.
Kael looked around, but didn’t find anything.
’...Wait, could it be?’
His eyes lit up as he remembered something, but quickly returned to normal when he remembered what it was.
Slowly, he raised his head, mentally preparing himself not to faint from shock.
Unfortunately, he failed.
But at least Kael didn’t faint.
Up above, was a sight that no one could forget. Because it was both majestic and terrifying, like a nightmare.
Calling it a nightmare was still an understatement.
Or maybe even an infinite number of eyes, of all shapes, colors, and designs, staring straight at him.
Who would like to be stared at like that?
Especially when Kael was being stared at by at least a billion different creatures.
He gulped in fear and anxiety.
It was a natural reaction.
The owners of those eyes were the ones with the power over everything.
The ones who could easily erase anything from history.
They could kill someone without taking too much time.
They could even turn a planet into dust with a wave of their hand.
Even if Hans Varun, the protagonist, was at the peak of his power, he was no match for any of them.
Yes, they were the Tower Creators, the ones who created the Tower.
The supreme beings, unmatched by anyone.
Immediately after, messages continuously appeared before Kael’s vision.
Showing no sign of stopping.
[Ludex is glaring at you.]
[Altair finds you annoying.]
[Mapple221 seems quite interested in you.]
[Beta doesn’t understand why you are here.]
But then, all those messages ended as soon as steady footsteps echoed not far away.
Almost instantly, he turned his gaze to the source of the sound, and was once again greeted by a shocking sight.
Walking towards him was an entity with a human body.
But unlike a human, he was only white.
Expressing purity, innocence, and cleanliness.
[Hello, Climber - Kael Draven.]
He was the Tower Master - the one who contributed the most to the construction of the Tower.
He was someone who could easily kill him at any time.
But in reality, in the game, this person was portrayed as a gentle being, so perhaps he didn’t need to be too wary of him.
[You don’t look scared or confused, do you? Who are you anyway?]
"...Shouldn’t you be the one who knows my identity the best?"
[Haha, you’re right, Kael Draven. Or should I call you Transmigrator?]
Indeed, this person knew Kael’s true identity.
...But if he didn’t know, it would be even stranger.
After all, the Tower was his creation. It was his asset.
"Then that means you know the reason why I was transmigrated here, right, sir?"
[Envy feels that your way of speaking is rude.]
[Planet Eater wants you to apologize to the Tower Master immediately.]
The messages appeared before Kael’s eyes again.
But with a wave of the Tower Master’s hand, everything stopped.
[You might be right. But you might also be wrong. Who knows? Take a guess.]
A calculating smile appeared on his face that had no eyes or nose.
As expected, the Tower Master was someone who could not be read.
Kael wanted to continue questioning, but was completely overwhelmed by the aura the Tower Master exuded.
Like a loyal dog, he truly kept silent.
[Don’t forget what you came here for.]
That’s right, how could he forget his true purpose?
Because so many things had happened, he had actually forgotten about its existence for a moment.
But Kael had remembered it once again.
The Tower Master retracted his smile.
[According to the information I received, Tower No. 10432 discovered a bug, and the one who discovered it was you, right?]
Clap... clap... clap...
In an unexpected way, he clapped his hands, as if he had just discovered something fascinating.
[That’s great! Really great!]
[It’s been a long time since someone discovered a bug in the Tower, and forced us to gather together , right everyone?]
[If I remember correctly, it’s been 100,000 years since we’ve all gathered together , right?]
[Although it’s a bit troublesome, honestly, it’s quite nice to see you guys again.]
Exactly 2 seconds later, his clapping vanished, returning to his previous unreadable appearance.
[Alright, let’s stop reminiscing about the past here.]
[Since a bug has been discovered, everyone should understand what we have to do, right?]
[Gold has an idea to fix this.]
[Time Stopper wants to present his idea.]
[Strongest Gooner just came up with a brilliant one.]
Hundreds, millions of lines of messages just like that appeared before Kael’s meaningful eyes.
The situation was not good at all.
His purpose in doing everything from the start was to be able to present his idea.
And then made the Tower Creators accept it.
For that reason, he needed to act right now.
While the discussion was still going on in a lively manner, and the Tower Creators were eagerly wanting to express their opinions, suddenly...
"Excuse me, respected Tower Master, may I, the one who found the bug, express my opinion?"
A mediocre human interrupted.
The next moment, all eyes were on Kael Draven.
Although no message was displayed, he could still feel the dreadful killing intent coming from them.