Tower of God: Sequence Strength

Chapter 109: Monocle Man



The Hell Train travelled a total of 9 floors, starting from the 35th and ending at the 44th. Between them, 43rd floor was the place which was the most dangerous.

It was the Floor of Death, where the Irregular, Enryu- the Red Tower had killed the administrator of the entire Floor.

For the first time, a God had been slain in the tower.

The administrator's flesh broke down, torn apart and fell upon the floor. The impossibly gigantic body of the administrator that spanned the entire floor was ruthlessly destroyed by the rain of spears, killing it.

And when the administrator died, the shinsu of the floor was left without a master to hold it.

The carcass formed a new floor, full of winding tunnels and giant caves, while the administrator's blood pooled above, forming a gigantic ocean all over the floor.

Food was scarce, as was shelter.

Rogue shinsu was poisonous to the inhabitants, and Jahad's forces, eager to hide the truth of the matter killed anyone that came out of the floor.

And so, the inhabitants supposedly came up with a solution.

They sealed themselves by a spell, turning themselves Immortal in exchange for not having their soul, as well as never being able to leave the 43rd floor.

The entire floor was indeed what you could call the floor of death.

Now, hundreds of years later, the shinsu which had went rogue was calmed down, though it could still pose dangerous to even high rankers.

Not to mention, shinsu manipulation for any and all regulars was impossible. There was no contract, and hence, nothing to command.

The only thing that could work was weapons and shinsu constructs like lighthouses, probes and observers.

Winston calmly analyzed the information he had attained from Hwaryun at that time, smiling in thought.

His eyes travelled to Bam.

According to the God of Guardians, it would take half a day to arrive at the floor of death. Something he was thankful for. He could not imagine waking up after the entire trip was over. It would have been less than ideal.

"Well, I suppose it's time to head out and meet everyone." Winston stretched his arms and popped his neck. His joints, which were feeling stiff after standing around for so long, unmoving, instantly loosened themselves up; making him feel as if he were floating.

That felt great! With a cheerful smile, Winston took another look at the God of Guardians.

"Goodbye, God of Guardians. I don't think we'll meet again, but I thank you for your help." He nodded at the Guardian who smiled back in return.

"Just make sure you don't become like Jahad had become. He was tempted by the allure of power and sacrificed himself for it. Now, you already know what the state of the tower has become." His tone seemed to be overcome with a strange grief.

"Alright." Winston smiled. Then, walking over to the wall of the rice pot, he walked through the wall.

The God of Guardians was left alone in the rice pot, left still with his thoughts and the other irregular boy.

A group of people walked around one of the compartments of the Hell Train.

Khun was, once again, going towards the rice pot to check on Bam. And as Bam had come to find out, there was another person in there with him. He did not know who said person was, only that the person wore robes and a monocle on his eyes.

Hearing the description, Khun immediately remembered the monocle plague that had been getting super famous recently, spreading all throughout the lower areas of the tower, even reaching upto the 33rd floor!

Apparently, it materialized monocles out of thin air and prompted people to wear it on their right eyes. It was extremely surreal, and without a doubt, dangerous.

For that reason, Khun had recently developed a habit to momentarily check the vicinity of the rice pot every now and then, just to make sure nothing too crazy occurred. Although, he was sure nothing unforeseen would occur with the God of Guardians in there.

Khun sighed, staring listlessly at his improved lighthouse. It had become an enna-core, made out of many smaller lighthouses by splitting a single one.

The concept itself was pretty simple. Lighthouses were unique, individual computing units, where each face of the lighthouse pertained to more computing units. A lighthouse had 6 faces, each observing the surroundings, collecting data and interacting with the shinsu around it. Naturally, that meant the more surface area a general lighthouse had, the stronger it's computational abilities and the stronger it's shinsu control.

Simply dividing the lighthouse to make more faces, in turn, increasing the surface area seemed easy enough in theory.

In practice?

It was nightmarish.

But all things considered, it was nowhere as difficult as Winston's training, where they were forced to run through fire and ice, fight constantly against strange shinhueh and battle all kinds of strange phenomena- including but not limited to- a talking cat that asked questions, a harmless book that wrote onto itself, a special wheel chair that wanted people to sit on it and finally, a living brick.

Khun sighed, remembering the year long training montage.

Indeed, the previous year had been the craziest in his life. Winston truly was a strange man. A true irregular in the tower.

Speaking of, he said he would eventually join us on the hell train. But so far, nobody seems to have gotten wind of his activities. What is that guy even doing?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Just then, as Khun was lost in his thoughts, he saw something move in his peripheral vision.

"What the?" He muttered, instinctively.

He headed towards a certain direction.

Walking along a path, he saw something shiny glint on the ground. As he approached, he made out the full structure of the small object.

It was a clear, crystal monocle, lying on the ground.

"What's this?" He said, narrowing his eyes as he picked up the crystal monocle from the ground. With the enna-core, he silently observed the monocle, looking through it's

composition.

Just then, he heard a voice behind him. The voice was eerily soft, as if one were speaking to a child; yet, at the same time, it sounded mischievous, even malevolent.

"I think that belongs to me."

Khun turned, slowly. Sudden movements were prone to error.

As he turned, he came face to face with the person.

He was tall, taller than Khun. His hair was a mess of curly black hair, partially covered with a pointed top hat. His body, which was no doubt well built was covered by black robes, marked

blue at the sides.

His face supported a calm, serene smile. His forehead was broad and his nose was sleek. His eyes, like the deepest, darkest jewels soaked all light from the surroundings, making them

appear unmistakably alien.

"Hell there."

Yuri Ha Jahad, the Princess of Jahad, originating from the Ha family had sharp instincts.

In fact, one would even argue she had the best instincts out of all the new generation of princesses, which wouldn't be entirely wrong.

"Evan, how long until we reach the floor of death?" Yuri asked her trusted guide, who was

tinkering with his lighthouse.

"Who knows?" Evan replied, unbothered.

Hearing his tasteless reply, she kicked him in the back, throwing him off his chair and onto the

ground.

"What the hell?!"

"That's what you get for ignoring a princess!"

"Damn you, you crazy princess!"

"What did you say?!" "Argh! Sorry!" Just as they were about to engage in another fight, they stopped.

Their pupils shrunk dangerously, feeling an unsettling feeling grow in their hearts.

"What is that? Evan?"

Yuri asked, her tone heavy and laced with an edge.

"I don't know." Evan admitted. His vision suddenly seemed to cloud over with an

insurmountable cloud of fog, gray in colour.

And then, without a word, both of them dashed out!

Boom!

The room exploded beneath their force, crumbling down into a mess of debris!

A black and gray blur blitzed through the area! Their destination?

To the danger!

White and Co, who were walking around aimlessly, waiting for the time to enter the floor of

death froze.

Karaka too stopped in his tracks, his eyes going wide.

"This is... a strange sensation." He couldn't quite tell what was wrong, but he knew

something was.

Something was so, so very wrong.

He couldn't pinpoint the location, neither could he think of the danger. But he felt a strange

shiver in his bones.

White, in particular, felt a deep chill going down his spine.

He narrowed his eyes. "It's been a long time since I've felt such an emotion." He smiled, and licked his lips.

"Once I get my power back, the first thing I'll be cutting down is the source of this fear."

Back to Khun, he stood face to face with the strange man.

The temperature suddenly began to drop. A thick layer of ice began to form around the walls,

with Khun at the epicenter.

Frankly speaking, Khun himself didn't know why he reacted this way. It was just that seeing

this man appear before him, with a smile, triggered all the warnings in his head.

Shaaaaaa!

A thick humidity lingered in the air. Khun breathed out a thick plume of vapour.

"Who are you?" He asked, eyes riveted to the man.

The man's expression didn't change. He merely held his hand in front of his body and bowed a

bit.

And so, he smiled.

"The Lovers from the Major Arcana." He introduced himself. His eyes clouded over briefly.

"I am the Slug of Time. The Clock Hand that tampers with Fate. The Angel of Deceit."

He gazed straight into Khun's eyes.

"Myself, Amon."

A/N: Here's a bonus chapter cause I got good marks on a test.