Tower of God: Sequence Strength

Chapter 118: Another one?



North City was a large metropolis standing upon the flesh of the dead God.

It was a city nestled inside of a natural clearing inside the carcass if the administrator, inhabiting thousands upon thousands if inhabitants spread across a distance of more than 700 kilometers in diameter.

Of course, 'North City' referred to the city center which held only a few thousand people.

Towering buildings formed the arcological city, designed towards maximum retention of life through their vertical structures.

And it was in this very city that there lied the soul of every living being on the Floor of Death.

The souls were held in a specialized chamber- the spirit room, protected by Grand De Jah himself.

Yet, amid the festive atmosphere that lingered in the city at the news of a certain Hell Joe's defeat, everyone failed to notice a particular group of people heading into the center of the city.

Perhaps they were simply too good at being stealthy, or maybe the city had grown too complacent in their excitement.

Regardless, it didn't matter.

The group was led by a male, standing at a respectable height with hair white as snow.

His skin looked soft and equally, if not whiter than his hair. His pupils were a sheen silver and dressed in roomy white robes, he walked barefoot upon feet that seemed to have never touched a stone in their life.

Yet, the most striking thing about this man was a sword that he held in his hand. He rested the sword atop his shoulders, smiling as he walked along the corridor with a mocking smirk.

Behind him was another man, this was far too different than him.

He had his entire body wrapped with bandages. Or perhaps that was armor? It was hard to tell. The bandage like armor was dirty and dark, as if it had seen the wear and tear of countless battles. His robes were black in colour with eerie red embroidery and his yellow eyes, empty and wide told nothing about his current state of thought. His eyelids seemed to be perpetually open, never moving even a single bit.

And finally, behind them trailed a man.

His figure was almost sorry when compared to the two that walked before him. He had bright red hair and equally red eyes. His clothes were burnt, frozen, charred and destroyed.

It was quite a stretch to even call them clothes. All he had was an underwear to cover the essentials and some portions of his shirt and pants' remains. His expression betrayed his depressed mood and his face told of his anguish.

Interestingly enough, his hands were tied with a dark binding that looked blacker than night itself.

These three figures were of course, Slayer White, Slayer Karaka and finally, Theolis Clear.

And they were here to raid the spirit room and collect the souls!

Theolis clicked his tongue as he walked behind the two psychopaths.

Inwardly, he cursed the silver dwarf that led him to enter the tower a thousand times, no, a million times over.

Just when he thought his condition couldn't get worse, he had somehow, through some strange whim of fate, managed to run into the two Slayers from FUG!

What the fuck were the chances!? I swear someone is ought to get to me! Fuck this!! As agitated as he was on the inside, he could very little to improve the current situation.

As soon as he was discovered, he was bound by Karaka to stop him from escaping.@@novelbin@@

At least he would be brought back to the train after this and wouldn't have to spend the rest of his life on the floor of death...

The walk through the corridor was long. Their footsteps didn't make too much noise, because none of them wore any foot wear. Theolis' had been destroyed while White didn't wear any. Karaka's feet were covered with armor so shoes weren't needed.

After some time, they reached the end.

And in front of them stood a large door.

The door held intricate cravings that hummed with arcane radiance. And at its center was a large hole, meant for a key.

The platform at which they now stood and the door were separated with a large gap, the bottom of which ended in a seemingly endless chasm.

White didn't mind the gap and with a small effort on his part, he jumped from the platform!

Karaka too followed, though not forgetting to drag the prisoner alongside them.

"Uahhh!" Theolis screamed as the wind suddenly hit his face. His legs left the ground and off he went, suspended by the changes that bind his wrists.

Their figures landed on the entrance to the room.

White looked at the door and scoffed.

"What a pathetic excuse for a sealing spell." He murmured and raised his sword.

And then-

Whooosh!

Fwwiiish!

With the whistling of the wind, the door simply... fell apart.

It split into innumerable squares in a grid like pattern, falling down on the floor as White strode on over them.

"Come on now. We don't have all day." White smirked as he looked over his shoulder. Then, stepping over the collapsed door, he entered.

This anaemic bastard...I really wanna yell at his face that he looks like a girl... Theolis felt annoyance brew in his heart every time he looked at this slayer's face.

Why? He was one of the main reasons for his increasing misfortune.

At first, when he arrived at the Hell Train, White- or better yet, Hoaqin was stronger than him. But slowly, over the coarse of a few days, his strength magically rose to surpass his by a

long shot.

At that time, when he finally felt like luck was truly on his side, Hoaqin transformed into White after absorbing his kin. And that turned the tables.

After that, White spared no effort to remind him of his superiority. Even though, in the end, he had lost to Bam and his team.

Yet here again, Theolis' power came in clutch. His power began to rise once again!

But alas, it couldn't reach the levels of White, who practised the Arie family swordsmanship.

And after Karaka joined then, his misfortune and treatment in the group only seemed to

deteriorate.

It felt like they were taking care of a slave rather than someone merely joining them for a partnership. Of course, at this point, Theolis was beginning to suspect if the White Dwarf had sold him off to FUG.

Uncaring of the glare at the back of his head, White looked at the spirit room.

And his eyes instantly shone with greed.

The spirit room was an opulent hall, one that was taller than a large building. The room was circular in shape and held a giant raised platform at the center. But the treasure lied a long distance above the raised platform.

It was in the form of a large glowing sphere, one that seemed to pulse with radiant energies

and tendrils of blue plasma creeped out and sank into it. The shinsu in the air was restless as the sphere hummed with power. It was none other than the souls of every single being living

on the floor of death!

White grinned crazily as his silver eyes laid upon the great treasure.

He laughed dryly.

"White." Karaka called out from behind the slayer.

White turned to meet his gaze disinterestedly. "What?" He said.

"Is that stash enough for you to return to full power?" Karaka questioned, not caring about

his fellow slayer's mannerisms.

Hearing his question, White's grin returned with full force.

"Return to full power?" He looked longingly at the group of souls far above. This ancient being, far older than Theolis' entire lineage seemed to contemplate the question. Then, he chuckled. "Not quite." He continued. "It'll be enough though. For me to go back and take care of my last clone. When that happens, I will no doubt get my full power back." Without any more words, White walked ahead and spread his arms wide as if wanting to take

the entire world into his arms.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed his sword at the ball of souls.

Whoooosh!

Fwiiiish! Fwiiish! Fwooooo!

His sword rippled with shinsu. Arie swordsmanship was more than physical effort and skill. It

was the manipulation of space itself. Shinsu itself was embued into the way an Arie would swing their sword. As such, even with their inability to use the shinsu on the floor, White

could effectively bypass it due to his sword.

And what was he using it for?

To cast a spell, of course!

He could not simply open his mouth and devour the souls whole. Frankly speaking, it was

never so simple. If it were individual souls, dying over the course of some time-like in war- it would have served no problem. But these souls were different.

They were bound. Chained. They were coalesced due to the presence of a spell and were effectively mixed into a collective whole.

And so, a counter spell was needed to have it work.

White figure was like a beautiful dancer. The swordplay was a sight to behold, which, unlike traditional swordplay seemed almost divine in how it played out. Whem White slashed down, the sword came from the right. When he slashed from the right, the sword did a stab.

It created a symphony of contrasting yet beautiful movements, one that any mortal man could not help but lay their eyes upon and recoil in awe.

And after only a few seconds, the counter spell was ready.

White smiled as he looked upon the sphere. Then, he opened his mouth wide, and swallowed

the sphere.

...

On the Ark of knowledge, Po Bidau Gustang sat in his office, calmly reading through a book.

He was slouched into his chair as his left hand held the book in front of him.

But then, his eyes shook.

He turned his head, looking into empty air as if seeing through an insurmountable void and

into the unknown.

Suddenly, he got up from his chair, kept the book down and a white trenchcoat appeared over

his body.

Snapping his fingers, a bright flash of light swallowed his body whole, and he disappeared

into the air.

...

The Floor of Death instantly underwent a change.

Khun and the others who had been in North City, joining in on the celebration found themselves freaking out. Everyone simply... dropped to the ground.

It was as if they had died. Just like that, without any sort of warning.

Hwaryun looked at Khun in alarm, "The Spirit room!"

As he said that, a chill went down the spine of everyone that was still standing. And a

premonition brew in their hearts. They exchanged momentary glances, and everyone knew

the other party was thinking the same thing.

White!

...

Inside the spirit room, Karaka and Theolis shielded their eyes from the light show that followed. A brilliant flash blinded them just after White swallowed all the souls.

And as it happened, both of them felt as if an invisible sword was placed at their necks.

Theolis shivered, his fists clenching in invisible protest against the feeling of imminent death.

It was as if the grim reaper had descended in the world, ready to chop off their heads at a moment's notice.

And then, everything subsided.

The lingering feeling of lethal danger, as if one was being pried by a predator disappeared. The light died down, and from the smoke emerged a truly glorious being. White calmly walked towards them, a crown over his head that floated in the air. His eyes were lined with a red paint and his white robe held crimson embroidery. His previously silver eyes now held an unmistakable black sheen. But by far the most striking part about him was the

sword he held.

The sword seemed like it could cleave the very space around them. At that point, both of them

knew it.

White could kill them right here and now. Without shinsu to protect himself, Karaka could not

utilize his greatest power, which lay in his shinsu quality. As for Theolis... well, he was merely a regular.

So this... is slayer White. One of the bloodiest slayers in history. A monster from the old age... Karaka

could not help but repeat his titles in his mind. With this man's help, Karaka was sure of it. He would be able to destroy Yuri Ha Jahad and kill the Slayer Candidate, Jue Viole Grace. "Ah~" White groaned a bit in pleasure. He held his arm above his head and stretched. "I

haven't felt like this in ages! It feels like I'm almost at my prime." He clenched his fist and opened it a few times, getting a feel for his newfound- or perhaps regained- strength. Karaka stepped forward to congratulate him. But before he could do so, a mocking voice filled

his ear.

"Wow~ I didn't know there was another thief here, aside from me~" The voice seemed to come from all around them, and was unmistakably feminine in nature.

White instantly felt the hair on his neck stand as he readied his sword.

He felt like he was being seen. Observed.

And as if on que, hundreds of eyes materialized in the void around them. And from there on,

bodies formed around the eyes.

White and Karaka felt blood drain from their bodies as the bodies filled the air, all the way to

the top of the room! Each figure, whether it be male or female was dressed elegantly. And there was, but one trait that connected them all.

All of them held a crystal monocle on 'their' right eyes.

They all collectively smiled at them. Under their scrutiny, White and Karaka were at a loss.

Sweat pooled on their foreheads as they felt something they hadn't felt in a long time.

Genuine dread.

If Theolis had any liquid in his bladder, he was afraid it would have been emptied there and

then. His lips quivered as he looked at all of them.

Every single one of them collectively smiled and opened their mouths.

"The pig himself has walked into the butcher house~"

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A/N: Thank you for those that told me of the re zero story I was looking for. As a token of my

gratitude, I will drop this chapter here today.

I am quite curious about making a re zero fanfic myself as well; as there are not many of them.

At least none that last very long. But I don't think that'll be for a very long time. At least I want to finish this one before moving on to the next one; lest this ends up like something

else(ahem* Jujutsu Kaisen Exception ahem*). Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Cheers~~