Kaelen stood in front of the colossal gate to the 91st floor, the final stretch of the Tower. His hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the weight of what was to come. Floors 91 through 100. The last phase.
He exhaled slowly. "If I fight the last boss unprepared like before… I'm bound to die."
His eyes drifted toward the glowing screen floating beside him. It displayed the description of the newest skill he had gained—[Limit Breaker].
[Limit Breaker: Overcomes the natural limits placed on the body temporarily without any backlash.]
Kaelen's eyes widened slightly, a grin tugging at his lips. Damn… that's really good.
He raised his voice."Founder. Copy and use [Limit Breaker] as research material. Understand it, and change the copy's effects as I say."
The calm, mechanical voice of his partner resonated in his mind.Founder:As you wish, Master.
Kaelen nodded. "The name of the new skill will be [Overdrive]. Boost the power of my spells, strength, and speed by twenty times… but at the cost of constantly draining my magicules. And when the timer runs out—collapse chance."
A pause, then:Founder:Copying [Limit Breaker]… altering its core principle… completed.
[Unique Skill: Overdrive has been acquired.]
A fierce smile spread across Kaelen's lips. "Perfect."
He got to work. Around the towering gate, he shattered several nearby pillars, gathering stone fragments. Runes flared across his fingertips as he carved binding spells and trap circles into them—explosives, smoke screens, light bind, shadow bind. His blood mixed into a few, amplifying the effect.
"Alright… preparations done." He cracked his knuckles, pushed the gate open, and stepped forward into the last phase.
Floors 91–99
The sky exploded with wings. Wyverns swooped first, their roars echoing. Then came lesser dragons,. By the mid floors, greater dragons and archdragons descended, their sheer presence forcing Kaelen to push his limits.
He fought relentlessly—ten hours of aerial combat, flames lighting the endless skies. His daggers cut through scales, his Photon Bullets lanced down beasts mid-flight, and [Overdrive] fueled his movements when exhaustion gnawed at him.
Finally, bloodied but unbroken, Kaelen stood before the final gate—the 100th floor.
Floor 100
The moment he stepped through, his breath froze in his throat.
An endless frozen wasteland stretched before him, every inch crystallized under an aura of killing cold. And in the center…
She stood.
Velzard.
Or at least… a weakened replica of her. But Kaelen knew that form instantly.
Velzard radiates a chilling allure, a goddess of frost sculpted in flawless perfection. Her flowing silver hair frames a face both regal and dangerously enticing, golden eyes glowing with an untouchable majesty that could freeze a man in place as easily as her magic.
Her body, however, is where her beauty becomes almost unbearable to behold. The deep-cut black gown clings to her full, generous bust, every breath she takes making the fabric rise and fall in a rhythm that commands attention. The snug fit at her narrow waist accentuates the sweep of her hips, a flawless hourglass form that speaks of both strength and sensuality. Below, the gown spills into a white, flowing cascade like winter's snow, a soft contrast to the sheer physical allure of her upper form.
The exposed neckline is daring, almost provocative, and framed by icy blue crystals that glitter across her chest and hips like stars charting a constellation over her curves. Each jewel seems placed to draw the gaze down her body—first to the fullness of her breasts, then to the curve of her waist, and finally to the long, shapely legs that move with the grace of a predator beneath her gown.
Her long, elegant gloves run the length of her arms, emphasizing their slender yet sculpted form. Every flick of her wrist, every subtle motion, carries an intoxicating rhythm, as though her very body speaks a language of temptation and command.
She is the embodiment of elegance weaponized by flesh: a body both divine and dangerous, seductive and supreme. Cold enough to burn, her beauty is a promise of rapture and ruin, leaving those who look upon her unable to decide whether to kneel in worship—or in surrender.
Kaelen's heart skipped. Velzard… In his old world, she had been his favorite character, the one he'd admired, even crushed on. And now, here she was—his final obstacle.
Then, the system windows appeared.
[Boss of 100th Floor: Velzard, Frost Dragon (Weakened Copy).]
[Warning: The host is too weak to fight (Weakened) Frost Dragon Velzard.]
[(Weakened) Velzard is currently at the level of a newly awakened True Demon Lord.]
[Would the host like to give up?]
[Yes / No]
Kaelen chuckled bitterly. "If I give up now, I lose everything. No—I'm not giving up."
Velzard's aura surged, absolute frost sweeping across the floor. Ice magic of true dragon class rained down in a deadly barrage.
Kaelen didn't dare get hit. One mistake meant death.
"Eyes of the Eternal Dragon" His vision slowed the world, tracing each trajectory. He conjured ice skates beneath his shoes, sliding across the frozen floor in perfect arcs, weaving between death itself. His movements left glowing trails behind him, intricate tracks that curved around Velzard.
He grinned faintly. Heh… who knew those ice skating lessons to impress my old college crush would save my life now?
The battlefield became a deadly ballet. He spun, deflected shards at perfect angles, skating circles closer and closer to her.
Phoenix Flame roared across his body, countering the freezing temperatures, while Primordial Ingestion drew in Velzard's aura and ambient magicules, keeping his reserves full.
At his signal, a massive sphere of Phoenix Flame detonated against her. Velzard raised her hand. Snow Crystal.
The barrier froze the very air, locking reality into absolute zero. A cocoon of ice swallowed her.
But Kaelen had anticipated it. His tracks tightened, circling her prison. The moment it cracked— a wing burst forth, the gust blasting him into the wall. He coughed blood, ribs shattering.
Yet his lips curled into a smile.
The blood he spat seeped into his glowing ice tracks. The circuits flared to life—an array of layered magic circles sprang up beneath Velzard.
"Now!"
Light Bind. Shadow Bind. Ice Chains.
All triggered at once, temporarily restraining her.
Kaelen thrust his hand forward. "Devouring Hellflame!"
Flames latched onto her very life force, creating a vortex of consuming fire. He followed up instantly, condensing Phoenix Flame into a blazing beam—a searing laser that split the frozen air.
The explosion engulfed her.
When the smoke cleared—Velzard stood, her arm blown off, burn marks searing her perfect form. But before Kaelen could breathe relief, the arm regenerated instantly. Her eyes narrowed, and her body shifted—partial dragon transformation, wings unfurling.
Founder's voice cut in.Founder:Appreciation of Ultimate Skill: Envious King Leviathan has been completed. Degrading it into Unique Skill: Envy… integration successful.
Kaelen froze. What? Right now—?
He never finished the thought.
Velzard's replica raised her hand, and in one motion—a beam of frost tore through his chest. His body jerked as blood poured out, his heart shattered.
Pain beyond words consumed him. His vision blurred, strength fading. He collapsed, crimson staining the pristine ice.
…Damn it. Did… did I die again? His thoughts drifted, numb. Guess I was a fool, thinking I could beat Velzard—even weakened. I really thought… I had a chance…
Darkness swallowed him whole.
Then—
[Passive effect of Skill: Last Stand has been activated.]
[The host has been… revived.]
The window flickered, its final line distorted,