Chapter 48 Stage 200
From floor 180 to 199, Daniel's path was one of breeze conquest.
The monsters that he challenged were met with overwhelming force, a display of power that left no room for doubt.
Lightning crackled and danced at his fingertips, a deadly symphony of energy that he wielded with precision.
The air around him seemed to shimmer with the radiance of light manipulation, a brilliant display of his control over this ethereal element.
As he faced each new stage, Daniel's eyes blazed with resolution.
The monsters may have grown more intelligent, their tactics more cunning, but they were still no match for his powers.
Lightning lashed out, striking true with unerring accuracy.
The creatures that dared to oppose him were engulfed in brilliant arcs of electricity, their forms writhing and convulsing in the grip of his power.
And then came the light manipulation, a radiant force that bathed the battlefield in a dazzling glow.
The monsters, no matter how cunning, were blinded by the brilliance, their senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his control.
Spears of light materialized with a mere thought, piercing through their defences with the speed of thought itself.
One by one, the monsters fell before him, their formidable forms reduced to mere echoes of their former selves.
It was a symphony of destruction, a testament to his command over the elements and his unwavering resolve.
The ground shook beneath the force of his attacks, and the air crackled with the aftermath of his power.
And as the last of the monsters crumbled to the ground, defeated and broken, Daniel stood amidst the wreckage, a figure of indomitable strength and power.
The path from floor 180 to 199 had been an effortless march of victory.
As the echoes of battle faded, Daniel's breathing steadied.
The monsters had been formidable, but he had proven himself mightier. With a sense of accomplishment, he continued his ascent, knowing that greater challenges awaited would become harder.
In Daniel's future, levelling up a single level on a single floor alone was extremely rare.
While there were instances of hunters and players soloing entire floors, levelling up within a single floor was almost unbelievable.
After all, who would believe such a claim?
For players or hunters attempting to solo a floor, it usually took at least five attempts to gather enough experience.
However, by the third or fourth try, their resources would run low.
Constantly using their mana without breaks for regeneration was like asking them to run a marathon without any pauses.
Only a few exceptional players with similar classes or abilities as Daniel could replicate his feat without issues.
One such potential candidate was the Holy Knights of Apocalypse, Earth's last line of defence.
Furthermore, those in teams didn't make much progress because the experience points weren't shared among the members.
Team progress followed a "first come, first serve" approach.
This often led to disputes and fights among players, especially when the team was part of a guild, adding tension to their dynamics.
However, players also had to consider another factor when soloing higher floors.
The monsters on these floors were more experienced and intelligent.
It wasn't as leisurely as hunting on lower floors. As the floor number increased, so did the viciousness of the monsters.
Thus, players attempting to solo should never underestimate the challenges posed by the monsters they face.
On the 200th Floor, Daniel's demeanour had transformed into one of unwavering resolve and deep-seated hatred against all monsters.
As he stepped onto the floor, he immediately sensed an eerie and unfamiliar atmosphere, causing his brows to furrow.
This was unlike any of the previous floors, and as he moved further in, he couldn't shake the feeling of a formidable presence lingering ahead.
'This sensation... Could it be a boss? No, it's more than that... Is it a unique boss? This feeling... It reminds me of the monsters that invaded Earth in the future.'
His footsteps echoed as he trod onward, his mind filled with memories of the harrowing events that transpired on Earth.
The monsters that invaded Earth, known as Apocalypse Monsters, were far more potent and destructive than their counterparts in Modern Fantasia.
Their onslaught nearly brought the world to ruin, leaving a deep scar on his memory.
He clenched his hand into a fist, anger coursing through him as he remembered the horrors he had witnessed.
The question of why the Earth Players didn't simply eliminate the monsters was a valid one, but the answer was clear to Daniel.
These were not ordinary monsters; they were the dreaded Apocalypse Monsters, possessing power and abilities that far surpassed anything found within the confines of the game.
The highest echelons of these monsters were known as Unique Bosses, and their presence could be felt on this floor.
Daniel's knowledge of the tower's mechanics and the hierarchy of monsters was comprehensive.
He understood that every 100 floors marked a significant increase in the monsters' strength, and Unique Bosses were formidable adversaries that could require dozens or even hundreds of players to overcome.
"In the past of the future, I was paralyzed by fear, reluctant to face the dangers of the tower head-on. I was afraid of death, both in the game and in reality. But now, things have changed,"
Daniel thought, his determination taking root within him.
As he approached the monsters on the floor, a mixture of anticipation and resolution filled his gaze.
The number of creatures amassed before him was staggering, nearing a hundred in total.
At the end of the floor, seated upon a grand throne, was the embodiment of his anticipation, an Emperor Chaos Gob, a monstrous entity as tall as a three-story building.
"So, you're the Unique Boss I've been sensing," he muttered, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with the imposing figure.
Emperor Chaos Gob, an evolved form of the loathed Chaos Gob from the Demon Continent, exuded an aura of power that resonated throughout the floor.
This was a monster species despised by all races, and yet, its evolved form was even more fearsome, a foe capable of rivalling the combined might of hundreds of players.
Daniel's inner turmoil had subsided, replaced by newfound confidence and determination. He no longer held back.
The memory of his past cowardice fueled his current resolve, to face any challenge head-on, regardless of the odds.
With an air of mockery, he watched as the Emperor Chaos Gob ordered its chaotic minions to charge at him.
In response, a sinister gleam shone in Daniel's eyes.
Shadows seemed to dance around him, and with a click of his fingers, his shadowy soldiers were summoned to the fore.
With a voice that resonated like thunder, Daniel's command pierced the air, sending shockwaves through the very fabric of the floor.
"Rise, my shadow soldiers!"
The ground trembled beneath his feet, and as if responding to his call, shadows began to materialize from the darkness itself.
Their emergence was a spectacle that defied comprehension, an ethereal army born from the depths of his skill.
What was once a barren battleground was now inundated with a staggering multitude of shadows, their forms stretching far and wide.
The sight was awe-inspiring, a breathtaking display of power that left all who witnessed it in a state of stunned disbelief.
The ground seemed to shift and writhe as the shadows surged forth, their numbers beyond counting, their presence overwhelming.
Before the Emperor Chaos Gob stood a legion of darkness, an assemblage of shadow soldiers that oozed an unfathomable aura.
Each shadow bore the semblance of a different monstrous form, an amalgamation of fearsome creatures united by a singular purpose.
Their eyes burned with an eerie light, their outlines sharp and distinct against the dimly lit backdrop.
As they encircled Daniel, it was as though he was the king commanding his loyal subjects.
The shadows gathered around him, their presence formidable and imposing. T
hey exuded an air of hunger, a thirst for battle that was palpable in the air.
The Emperor Chaos Gob, once confident in its dominance, now found itself dwarfed by the sheer might of the shadow soldiers.
Its imposing form seemed diminished in comparison to the overwhelming force arrayed against it.
The battlefield had transformed into a realm where light and darkness collided, where the clash of powers could destroy cities.
And in the midst of this dramatic tableau stood Daniel, his stance unwavering, his eyes ablaze with determination.
He was the conductor of this symphony of shadows, the master of a force that defied reason and comprehension.
The silence that followed was laden with tension, an anticipatory hush that hung in the air.
The shadow soldiers awaited their commander's orders, their collective gaze fixed upon the adversary before them.
The Emperor Chaos Gob could only watch, its former arrogance now replaced with a gnawing sense of unease.
In this pivotal moment, as darkness and light converged, the stage was set for an epic confrontation unlike any other.
The shadow soldiers were poised for battle, their hunger for victory matched only by Daniel's unyielding resolve.
The floor trembled beneath the weight of their presence, the very atmosphere charged with the promise of an impending clash that would reverberate through the annals of the tower.
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