The 0th Floor of the Tower, Zero Floor.

A giant portal, vibrating the air and emitting strange waves, welcomes a new victim into its maw.

A resting space with a bedroom and a dining table. A safe zone where various facilities like training grounds are located—

Safe Zone. A dark blue silhouette stood there, scanning the surroundings once.

"...This place is." A space he had never seen before.

At the same time, something floats up in the air before long.

System messages inside a translucent blue screen. It was the first sentence he encountered in the unfamiliar world of the tower.

In front of Cetus, an unexpected figure is standing.

Who is that, you ask? The answer is as simple and clear as their identity.

Guest, it is you.

Cetus's gaze follows without delay, as if asking why you are here.

Haha, well now... It's a situation where he might consider you an enemy if you don't explain yourself.

Everything has its proper order. Then, what was the full story of how he came to this place?

All Cetus remembers at this moment is—

The image of ■■■■ he faced just before the end, His own past.

Only the wish he wants to make upon reaching the 100th floor remained.

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It was impossible for everyone to be given a blessed environment. Just as if there is a seat of honor, a lowly seat also exists in the shadows.

Cetus was no different. Born in the shadows, he had to survive fiercely, competing with those who were there first.

There were many types, such as those naturally driven out like him, those who fell to the edge by their own choice, and those pushed away by the hammer of the law.

If there was a commonality among them, it was that they were merciless to each other, including themselves.

He was the same. Thus, Cetus, who caught the eye of a bad crowd, was used as a subordinate.

Even that is a polite way of putting it.

However, he was not foolish enough not to learn their survival methods on his own.

Waiting for the time to escape their grasp someday, And enough not to miss that opportunity.

As a result, Cetus escaped safely and survived. He continued his life as a mercenary and was called by the state when he reached adulthood.

Conscription for war. To the battlefield where he had to face the wave of monsters head-on.

He boasted such excellent sword dancing that he was titled the Mercenary King for his merits. After that, no one in the world could look down on Cetus.

However, destruction was approaching without a sign beneath the water's depth.

A morning that never comes, a pitch-black tsunami, a continent being dyed like black ink. At the end of it, ■■■■ arrived and finally—chewed and swallowed the world.

Only after death did he come to face a being that could be called a god. Like the only means to hope for a final salvation.

Clearing the 100th floor of the Tower of Tenelux, #5206485E, born from the remnants of destruction.

The deal for the wish was so clear there was no need to hesitate. It was no different from the life he had lived fiercely for survival until now.

Even in this world of the tower, To survive until the end, even while rewriting the conclusion of his life.

Cetus turned his back on death and betrayed fate. Choosing to become a climber.

...Though joining up with you was unexpected.