The Tower's office existed in a place that felt detached from reality itself. There were no windows, yet light filled the vast chamber. The walls were smooth and dark, stretching endlessly upward, as if the room had no ceiling at all. The silence inside was oppressive, the kind that pressed against the ears and forced one to become aware of every breath they took.
Shiddharth sat calmly on one side of a long table, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Across from him sat a man wearing a long black coat, his presence heavy, as though the space around him bent slightly under an invisible weight.
The man spoke first.
"Hello," he said, his voice steady and low. "My name is Kaun. I am the Tower's head manager."
Shiddharth studied him carefully. There was no hostility in Kaun's expression, yet something about him felt far more dangerous than any monster Shiddharth had faced inside the Tower.
"Myself Shiddharth Malhotra," he replied evenly. "Why did you call me here?"
Kaun leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlocked.
"I wanted to ask you something important," he said. "You must already know the legend of the Tower. When the boss of the 100th floor is defeated, the climber receives a Wishing Stone—an artifact capable of granting any wish."
He paused deliberately.
"If you reach that floor," Kaun continued, "what do you intend to wish for?"
Shiddharth did not hesitate even for a second.
"I will wish for the Tower to be erased from Earth," he said firmly. "And for everyone to live peacefully once again, like before."
For the first time since the conversation began, Kaun smiled faintly. But there was no warmth in it—only bitterness.
"Huun…" he murmured. "That answer… is exactly where everyone goes wrong."
Shiddharth frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Kaun's expression hardened as he leaned forward.
"The Tower does not possess the power to restore Earth," he said coldly. "It never has. The Tower survives by consuming planetary energy. Your world is already dead. The air you breathe, the gravity holding you down, the system sustaining life—everything exists only because the Tower is still standing."
Shiddharth's eyes widened slightly.
"If the Tower disappears now," Kaun continued, "Earth will lose the last remaining source keeping it intact. The world will crumble. No life will survive."
Shiddharth clenched his fists.
"That's a lie," he said sharply. "The system clearly states that the wish will be granted no matter what. And why should I believe you anyway? You're the Tower's manager. Of course you'd try to protect it."
Kaun's composure finally snapped.
"Protect it?" he scoffed.
He slammed his palm onto the table, the sound echoing violently across the chamber.
"Do you really think I want to be here?" he shouted. "Fuck this Tower. Fuck this cursed existence."
Shiddharth stiffened.
"I was a climber too," Kaun continued, his voice shaking with restrained fury. "In my world, we didn't call ourselves hunters. We were climbers—people who challenged the Tower and carved a path upward with blood."
His eyes darkened as memories resurfaced.
"I was the strongest among them. My comrades and I cleared floor after floor, reaching the 90th floor with minimal losses. We were arrogant. We thought the hardest part was over."
His lips curled into a bitter smile.
"That was when the Tower showed its true face."
"The difficulty of the bosses skyrocketed. Hidden bosses appeared without warning. Entire teams were wiped out in seconds. Still, we kept climbing—because we believed the promise."
Kaun's voice grew quieter.
"We believed that clearing the 100th floor would undo everything."
He closed his eyes.
"So we climbed… stepping over the bodies of our fallen friends. And when the day finally came—when the gates to the 100th floor opened—only I remained."
Silence filled the room.
"I wanted to stop," Kaun said softly. "I wanted to rest. But I couldn't. The survival of my entire world rested on my shoulders."
He opened his eyes again.
"And so… I entered the 100th floor."
The 100th floor was unlike anything Kaun had imagined.
There was no land, no walls—only an endless sky that stretched infinitely in every direction. At the center of the floor stood a single man, gazing upward, murmuring words in a language Kaun could not comprehend.
"Who are you?" Kaun demanded, gripping his spear tightly.
The man slowly turned.
His face was pitch black, as though it absorbed all light, leaving behind nothing but an abyss.
"Finally," the man said, his voice deep and resonant. "A being worthy of becoming a seed has arrived."
"Seed?" Kaun snarled. "Explain yourself."
The man sighed, disappointment evident in his tone.
"I have waited countless years," he said. "But your soul is already stained by desire."
Kaun wasted no more time.
He charged forward.
"Ultimate Perish—Mountain Form, First Style!"
Qi erupted violently from his spear, condensing into a devastating force that pierced the man's chest, tearing a massive hole straight through him.
Kaun staggered back, breathing heavily.
"…It's over."
The man looked down calmly.
Then, before Kaun's eyes, flesh regenerated. The wound closed as if it had never existed.
"You possess remarkable strength," the man said. "Bow before me, my precious seed, and I will show you true power."
"Shut up and die!"
Kaun attacked again.
And again.
Every skill. Every technique. Everything he had trained his entire life for.
None of it mattered.
No matter how many times the man fell, he stood back up. No matter how powerful the attack, it left no lasting damage.
Eventually, Kaun understood.
This being could not be killed.
Yet he did not stop.
Whenever exhaustion threatened to consume him, the man erased his fatigue. Whenever despair crept into his heart, the man whispered promises, attempting to corrode his will.
Instead of anger, the man grew interested.
"You are different," he said. "Your will is impressive."
Then came the temptation.
"I can return your friends," the man said gently. "Your family. I can rebuild your world exactly as it was. Submit to me, and you will live peacefully once more."
Kaun's hands trembled.
He dropped his spear.
He took a step forward.
He was human.
He had desires.
He had dreams.
He had lost everything.
Would his longing overpower his responsibility?
Would he bow?
{ These are you thoughts so think and think what will the choice I make for kaun and tell me your choices what will you decide Kaun next move}