As he showered, each drop of water slowly fell onto his body.

  Subedei reached toward the small scars that remained on him—and the deep wound on his abdomen that had not fully healed.

  As if weighed down by his thoughts, he stood motionless for a while.

  Finally, he shook his head, sending droplets of water flying from his hair.

  After some time, he finished bathing, stepped out, and quickly put on fresh clothes.

  Time passed like a flying arrow, and soon it was the next day.

  By then, Subedei had fully prepared himself to ascend to the next floor.

  [Would you like to proceed to the next floor?]

  “Yes”

  “No”

  Looking at the notification before him, he slowly raised his hand and pressed “Yes.”

  A black hole appeared out of nowhere in front of him, and with confidence, Subedei stepped inside.

  Emerging from the darkness, he opened his eyes and cautiously scanned his surroundings.

  [Congratulations. You have reached the 7th Floor. You must defeat this floor’s boss to proceed to the next floor or exit the Tower.]

  Before him stretched a desolate wasteland.

  Here and there stood a few dead trees. The ground was dry, cracked, as if long consumed by drought.

  Subedei did not lower his guard. Gripping his spear tightly, he began walking forward.

  The only sounds in this barren land were his footsteps and the faint whisper of the wind.

  He walked on, curiously observing his surroundings.

  “What kind of monster will I face on this floor?”

  With anticipation and curiosity, he walked with a faint smile.

  Yet even after dozens of minutes, he encountered no monsters.

  Still, he did not give up. Believing something had to be here, he continued forward.

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  Hours passed.

  The sun burned overhead, sweat streaming down Subedei’s cheeks.

  After walking for hours without encountering a single monster, he finally decided to rest.

  Leaning against a dead tree, he looked up at the sky and sank into deep thought.

  As he slowly closed his eyes, he unknowingly remained seated until evening.

  Suddenly, a demonic whisper brushed against his ears.

  Startled, he jumped to his feet.

  Without realizing it, he had already gripped his spear tightly.

  Looking around cautiously, he saw thick fog beginning to gather across the empty land.

  At the sight of the fog, his darkest memory seemed to resurface. He tightened his grip on his spear.

  As the fog thickened, the demonic whispers grew louder, as if confirming his thoughts.

  In a low voice, he muttered,

  “Is it the Whispering Spirits?”

  Subedei quickly calmed himself, taking a deep breath.

  Then he began walking quickly toward the direction of the sound.

  As if seeking confirmation, his quick steps turned into a run.

  At last, within the fog, he saw it—

  An upper body like a human’s, but from the waist down, a serpent-like form, smoke swirling wildly around it.

  What he had suspected was confirmed.

  A crazed smile spread across his face as the desire to kill the Whispering Spirits rapidly consumed his mind.

  Subedei gripped his spear tightly and hurled it with force.

  The spear whistled through the air, piercing straight through the Whispering Spirit and flying onward.

  In his mind, there had been only one thought—to kill.

  He had forgotten that ordinary attacks were ineffective against Whispering Spirits.

  Quickly, Subedei activated his skill, “Mana Control.”

  [Your weapon is enveloped in mana. Attack power increased by 20%.]

  His body and weapon were wrapped in blue mana, immense power surging through his veins.

  Feeling this, Subedei immediately leapt forward and crushed the Whispering Spirit’s head with a powerful strike.

  [You have killed “Whispering Spirit.”] …

  Ignoring the notification, he landed lightly and pulled his spear from the ground nearby.

  “I couldn’t control my anger before… and I still can’t.”

  “No… it’s becoming even harder to control.”

  He blamed everything on the class he had obtained.

  “Yes, all of this started after I took this class.”

  “It’s not my fault. I used to be able to control my anger.”

  He softly whispered to himself, defending his own actions.

  From afar, several Whispering Spirits were flying toward him.

  Subedei lifted his head, looked in their direction, and immediately threw his spear.

  The spear shot forward at incredible speed, piercing through one Whispering Spirit’s head and continuing onward, impaling several more behind it.

  He leapt forward again, swiftly killing the remaining spirits.

  Finally, he landed heavily and walked toward his spear.

  Pulling it from the ground, he rested it on his shoulder and continued forward.

  Many Whispering Spirits approached him, and Subedei killed them all with ease.

  He did not allow a single one to pass by him alive.

  Instead, he slaughtered them in even more terrifying ways, venting his anger.

  Grabbing a Whispering Spirit by the head, he sliced off its arms one by one with his spear.

  During all of this, the spirit’s mouth stretched wide as if screaming.

  The demonic whispers grew louder in response.

  But none of it mattered to Subedei.

  Like a madman, a smile spread across his face as he continued killing them.

  Time passed.

  Morning arrived.

  Subedei stood alone in the depths of the wasteland.

  He slowly walked and sat beneath a dead tree.

  “Finally, it’s morning.”

  “That demonic whisper… their appearance… it was driving me insane.”