The Archangel of Death - Chapter 351

351: Tower of Regrets 351: Tower of Regrets Chapter 351 Ever since I was born, I was the special one.

Whether it was in academics, sports, or anything else there was for a human to do.

If there was one thing I wasn’t good at, then it was power.

Raw, immense power.

I was born special.

So it made sense when I had special powers as well.

And I didn’t just feel like they were obligated to me.

I earned them.

Perfected them.

And then perfected them again.

And again.

And again.

For millions of years, in fragments, I made myself better every time.

Yet, no matter what I did, I just couldn’t defeat him.

My Dad, I mean.

My Dad wasn’t born special like me.

I’ve heard many stories from my grandparents and my uncle and aunt about him.

About how pathetic he was, weak, or everything like that.

But, there was one thing he was always proud of.

His relentlessness.

He once told me, ‘You don’t have to be special to hit back.’ I could never put myself in his shoes to ever understand that.

I was special.

But maybe that was what I missed.

Maybe that was why I always lost to him.

My will to give up.

What I thought was as strong as him, wasn’t.

“Are you done with just that?” A black-haired man asked as he put the sword in his hand on my neck.

I could feel the trembles in his hand through his sword.

He was equally injured as well.

Yet, he was still standing while I was on my knees.

My will to keep going wasn’t special.

And maybe that was why I was about to lose.

I get that the scene could be confusing for some so like every good story, time for a flashback.

~~ “That’s too expensive!!!” I yelled as I stomped on the floor.

No matter how rich you become, it would be difficult for anyone to spend their hard-earned money on something that should be very, very low in price.

[That’s the set price] [Take it or leave it] “You bi***.” All I could do was curse at her.

The time to attempt the fifth step of the Penta enhancement array was nigh and I needed to achieve it at all costs.

As I said before, my growth was terribly stagnant, and without gaining any new levels, the only option I was left with was to raise my stats.

The fifth step of the Penta enhancement array was very simple.

A body of perfection.

Well, near perfection but it was still very, very better than this one.

All my powers would be greatly enhanced.

So much so that I wouldn’t even need to worry about divine-ranked monsters ever again.

But, that wasn’t the real benefit of it at the moment.

At the moment, the soul power my feeble body could bear was only… [SP 571571] Only 571.

I, who used to have soul power in millions, only had that much of it.

I didn’t need to portray how I felt.

So, to deal with that, all I had to do was to increase the purity of my vessel.

Make it so pure that soul power would flow through me like my very own blood.

But to create a near-perfect body, I needed a few things.

The greatest component among those few things was none other than an elder dragon’s heart.

Dragon heart was a cuisine I grew up eating.

I was almost sick of it.

And as far as an elder dragon’s heart went, I had eaten enough of it as well.

However, right now, the very thing that I would eat as a midnight snack was being sold for… [Elder dragon’s heart] [Rank: Undetermined] [Descrition: An elder red dragon’s heart] [Effect: Disastrous upon consumption] [Effect(s) if one managed to survive: All stats +200%, all skills +200 effective, all skills -500% in cost] The description was useless.

The effects were also nothing to mention.

I mean, sure, they sounded amazing.

But the keyword was ‘if’.

A giant, fat ‘IF’!

No ordinary being could eat a dragon’s heart and live, let alone an elder dragon’s heart.

But I found a way to consume it without even the consumer being me.

I gave it to all of my disciples before.

I only gave an elder dragon’s heart to Alex because he met the conditions, but the others in my life could consume a dragon’s heart without worry as well.

However, the effects that sounded so amazing were nothing compared to having a new body.

A body that was optimal in every way was something that could never be traded for effects that would be useless if all of that was ever taken away.

Let’s just look at it like this.

If, for some reason, all of my levels were reset, my stats would drop down to 10, as they were in the beginning, as well.

Even the stats gained through the Penta enhancement array would drop down to 10.

I was bound to the system after all.

However, if I had a new body.

A body that was different than my base one.

One that existed before the incorporation of the system.

In simpler words, my base body with a strong soul.

One that was never affected by the system.

That was what would improve.

There was an attack stat.

And then there was a base attack stat.

If my base attack increased, my attack would also increase.

It was all a bit technical so in simpler terms, if I had a basic human body before assimilation of the system, the system would make it so that I already had the body of a superman even before the system assimilated with me.

But… To do all that, I needed the heart and to get that heart, I needed to pay the price.

And the price was….

[All the gold in the system shop] I could deal with that.

[All stats -100] Regretful, but I could live with that as well.

[Level -50] “THE FU*K IS THIS?!!!!!!!!!!” The precious levels that I earned after killing that bit*h’s SS ranked knights, the bit*h whose name I don’t remember or even I do remember, I’d rather not waste my time saying it, and then the people I killed back in the Murim.

The accumulated number of that was… [402à498] And she was asking me to give up 50 of those levels.

It would be like my efforts in Murim were for nothing.

They would be nullified if I were to give up the gains from them.

She was asking for a hundred stat points already, but with 50 levels decreased, I would be giving up those stats as well.

[You do know how precious a dragon’s heart is, right?] [A red dragon’s at that] I had to admit that a dragon’s heart, belonging to a red one at that, was very, very rare.

But that was for normal people.

For me, the person who held a very different view about them, they were like sweet candy I’d get every time I asked mommy for a snack.

And no, I wasn’t joking here.

My father’s stash contained dragon hearts from all of the fragments so to him, dragon hearts were cheaper than coffee.

To me even, the case was the same.

But, purchasing it at such an outrageous price was something I just couldn’t agree with.

[There’s one more thing you could do for me then] [I’ll give it to you for all the gold in your shop then] ‘What?’ I calmed down after a while and asked.

[Just clear a tower] ‘A tower?

Like the tower of devastation?’ I asked.

Towers were more like prisons.

Prisons where unfortunate souls were trapped, forever and ever.

They couldn’t die but died every day as well.

[Hah!] [Tower of devastation] [What a joke] [No] [What I’m asking you to attempt is a lot more worse] Somehow I doubted that.

There was nothing worse than the tower of devastation.

I still had nightmares about the days I spent there.

There was no way something could be worse than that.

[Find out yourself] I heard Allison’s voice before it changed to the system’s robotic voice which asked… [Due to the authority of the overseer] [You have been granted a chance to enter the ‘Tower of Regrets’] [Would you like to begin?] [YesNo] Obviously, “Yes.” [Acknowledged] [Be ready to be transported] [Countdown 3… 2… 1] [Good luck] ~~ Brooklyn, New York.

In a giant tall skyscraper, a man sat in an office that could be only defined by one word.

Dark.

That man was none other than Bruce who was sitting on his chair, looking outside the window, a view he still found remarkable even after all these years.

[Sir] “What?” Bruce asked to the voice of a man.

A screen appeared on him on which some words were written… [Tower of Regrets has been activated] “…” Bruce remained silent to that.

The silence prevailed for a while before he scoffed, “What an unnecessary thing to do, Lady Allison.

He’s my son and no matter what you do, he will stand up again.” [Should I activate measures, Sir?] “Are you asking that for Gabriel, Andersen, or for me?” Bruce asked.

[For you, sir] [Knowing the prince, he will find out] “Haha,” Bruce chuckled, “And you think that would change something?” […] “Like I said; He’s my son.” Bruce simply said before he closed his eyes, “Truth wouldn’t matter to him.

Only one thing would.” “Power.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Bad_Wolf_7811 Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!