Alpha Reborn!



"Not to mention," he continued, his voice carrying a flicker of excitement, "if he can conquer the formidable Monster Tower, unimaginable power will be ours to command." His gaze intensified, as if he could peer into the very depths of a hidden world, where untold wonders awaited.

Legends whispered in hushed tones echoed in Keldor's voice as he spoke, his words descending to a hushed whisper that carried the weight of ancient secrets. 

"It is said," he breathed, his voice laden with reverence, "that whoever scales the towering heights of the Monster Tower shall ascend as its rightful ruler."

A momentary pause ensued, the silence pregnant with the gravity of his revelation. Only he possessed this knowledge in the current era. After all, he was the sole keeper of a well-guarded secret. Ethan Frost, moments before ascending to the divine land of cultivation, the Flying Empire, had entrusted this secret to his adopted brother Dylan, who had then passed it down to his own son. The lineage of the J. Lionheart family bore the weight of this sacred knowledge, and he was precisely from this lineage.

Keldor was planning to keep it a secret as he knew that countless greedy fools would try to conquer the tower with their very life on the line if it was made known that conquering the monster tower would grant you ownership over it.

But now that Evan was a single but also the most toughest hurdle away from becoming the owner of the Monster Tower, Keldor exposed this secret.

Actually, if he wasn't certain that Evan would be able to conquer the Monster Tower, he wouldn't have divulged the closesly guarded secret.

That raised a question.

Just what was his power? Did it allow him to predict the future? Or was he so capable that he could peek into the future! 

"As you all already know, the Monster Tower, an enigmatic creation brimming with sentient malevolence, harbors ten ancient entities of immeasurable wisdom and formidable power, each managing their respective floors." Keldor continued, his eyes shimmering with a cocktail of desire and trepidation. "To possess it is to become the master of these otherworldly beings."

His eyes shimmered with desire and apprehension. "The Monster Tower itself stands as an impregnable fortress, an invincible stronghold. It wields indomitable power, capable of crushing even the most skilled Soul Manipulators like insignificant insects. Made from the sturdiest materials found in the Black Eye galaxy, It's also like an impenetrable shield capable of even blocking attacks more powerful than soul skills. It can render the efforts of Soul Embodiment Realm cultivators utterly futile!"

Keldor exhaled softly, a low breath of contemplation escaping his lips.

"Obtaining such a relic would elevate him beyond the realm of ordinary Soul Manipulators," he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of incredulity. "To wield a weapon of such magnitude... it is a tale yet untold, an inconceivable feat that defies the boundaries of imagination."

The Monster Tower was a Special-Grade Sentient Weapon. Among the hierarchy of Sentient Weapons, categorized into four levels of power—low, medium, high, and special—the Monster Tower reigned supreme, its uses unparalleled. It boasted an exalted status not only due to its sheer might, but also for its unique ability to bestow upon its owner ten loyal and formidable subordinates. 

The floor managers were bound by an unbreakable pact, and so they would undoubtedly answer to the ruler—the one who had proven their worth by scaling the treacherous heights of the Monster Tower.

Moreover, within its towering structure, the Monster Tower housed an ancient force that surpassed mortal comprehension. Once you become its owner, you could subjugate them or use your brain to enslave them, making them work for you. If you succeed in enslaving them, you would gain an army of monsters under you!

Thus, it was not wrong to say that to hold the reins of such an extraordinary relic was to transcend the realms of ordinary Soul Manipulators, stepping into a realm of power and influence that was as coveted as it was perilous. It was a privilege that could reshape destinies, a feat so extraordinary that its very existence defied the boundaries of imagination.

"How do you, a mere elder of the Council of Elders, possess such knowledge?" Alistair questioned, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of skepticism.

"Mere elder?" Keldor chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that reverberated through the area. The leader of the Council of Elders shot Alistair a warning glance, his eyes gleaming with a cold, dangerous light.

"Watch who you're talking to if you value your life," the leader retorted, his voice sharp as a blade. Then, turning to Keldor, he added, "Master, please don't let his words affect you. He is nothing but an ignorant buffoon who fails to grasp your greatness."

Keldor nodded, his expression calm and composed. He seemed unfazed by the ignorant buffoon's questioning, as if he had long grown accustomed to such reactions. Although his expression remained stoic, a glint flashed in his eyes. Noticing it, Eldrid knew that someone was going to die right here and now.

Keldor had many reasons to kill Alistair. He was the Minister of Defense but he had failed to live up to his resposibility years ago when Evan was almost assasinated. At that time, Evan's worth was less than Alistair so Keldor had spared the latter. But now that the situation was different and Alistair had offended him by being ignorant and acting out of place, he was planning to get rid of him. He couldn't kill Nicholas without Eldrid's permission, but crushing an ant like Alistair was an easy feat totally up to him.

'Fuck! I messed up big time. Me and my damn mouth.'

A sudden realization dawned upon Alistair, hitting him like a lightning bolt. He had seen Mt. Tai but failed to recognize it for what it truly was. There was only one person in the entire clan whom the leader of the Council of Elders would address as "Master" with such reverence and fear. It could only be the Grand Leader of the Council of Elders himself. The enigmatic figure whose true identity remained shrouded in mystery.

Alistair's mind raced, struggling to process the gravity of the situation. To encounter the Grand Leader in the flesh, here of all places, was beyond his wildest expectations. The Grand Leader was renowned for his short temper and swift judgment, extinguishing lives at the slightest hint of disagreement. He was a force to be reckoned with, possessing unimaginable strength, and a close confidant of Eldrid, the clan's esteemed Grand Patriach. No one within the clan dared to challenge the Grand Leader's authority.

Realizing his errors, Alistair mustered his courage and spoke with a voice tinged with humility, addressing the Grand Leader directly. "I offer my sincere apologies, Grand Leader. I failed to recognize your presence and understand the magnitude of your greatness. Please forgive my ignorance."

The room fell into an expectant silence as all eyes turned to the Grand Leader, awaiting his response. His piercing gaze bore into Alistair, his expression inscrutable. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, time seemed to freeze.

Finally, the Grand Leader's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. His voice, like velvet wrapped around steel, cut through the air. "Consider yourself fortunate. Valerius Stormraven consideration for me bought time for you to make the right decision. Your acknowledgment of your mistake and your swift apology have spared you from the consequences of your folly. Learn from this encounter, and remember your place."

Alistair nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding his being. He had narrowly escaped the Grand Leader's wrath, realizing the magnitude of his misstep. The power and authority held by the Grand Leader were not to be taken lightly.

With a simple yet commanding gesture, the Grand Leader dismissed the matter, his attention shifting back to the weighty situation at hand. He was looking forward to seeing how Evan would accomplish the impossible. 

Meanwhile, Alistair's heart raced as he silently vowed that he would start treading carefully and think twice before speaking in the presence of such formidable figures.

Eldrid expressed, "If he triumphs in his quest to conquer the towering structure, it shall herald auspicious news for our cause. The Imperial Master has bestowed upon his most trusted ally an imperial decree. The onset of the everlasting winter is imminent. We stand to lose much amidst this spatial frost, but the younger generation holds the key to preserving our position as the mightiest within the imperial family, along with all the accompanying advantages. I had expected that he would lose our spot to the firestorms, but if he emerges as a powerhouse, that wouls change."

Magnus, the esteemed Patriach of the Imperial Frost Clan, concurred with a nod. The eternal winter was the best time for the Imperial Families to settle their dispute and change their rankings in the Dark Tower! It was bound to be bloody!

"We should have faith in his abilities and see his choices to the end. Time and time again, he has shown his prowess and resourcefulness. I have faith that he shall rise to the challenge once more."

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