Absolute Cheater

Floor 1575

No sky.

Only void.

The arena was a black spiral, and Asher stood on a thin strip of reality that snaked through endless dark.

His opponent wasn't physical.

It was a mist. A shifting presence. An echo of failed ascensions.

[ Floor 1575 Boss: Nullborne Wraith ]

[ Law Signature: Annihilation & Identity Erasure ]

It tried to erase Asher's presence with every pass.

He stopped breathing.

Not out of panic—but to sharpen his focus.

With each heartbeat, he adjusted the scythe's arc, letting its soul-bond pulse guide his strikes where nothing visible could be seen.

Eventually, the wraith faltered.

And he didn't.

One cut.

Two.

Then nothing remained.

[ Reward: Null Halo – Protects against erasure-type and identity-breaking Laws. ]

Floor 1585

This floor didn't feel like a challenge.

It felt like a mirror.

Asher stepped into an arena shaped like a broken battlefield—with a version of himself waiting on the other side. Same weapons. Same stance. Same calm eyes.

[ Floor 1585 Boss: Clone of the Challenger – Law-Perfect Replica ]

But it wasn't perfect.

Because it didn't grow.

It repeated what it knew.

Asher, however, evolved with every strike.

He baited. Adapted. Shifted styles mid-fight. And then used one new technique—something he'd created only two floors ago, impossible for the clone to predict.

The battle ended with a silent cut across the clone's throat.

[ Reward: Self-Refined Technique Scroll – Allows consolidation of unique skills for future evolution. ]

Floor 1595

This boss was a war beast.

A behemoth stitched together from cosmic creatures—ten limbs, no eyes, mouths on every side. It roared languages no world spoke.

[ Floor 1595 Boss: Dread Titan of the Fractured Deep ]

[ Law Signature: Bestial Chaos & Territory Distortion ]

Asher didn't back down.

He moved fast, dodging shifting gravity fields and slashing through the creature's multiple cores one by one. It regenerated each time—but weaker. Less cohesive.

Until it collapsed.

[ Reward: Beastial Fragment – Can enhance bodily resistance and raw power during transformations or battle surges. ]

Floor 1600

The gate was obsidian. Ancient. It shimmered with finality.

Asher stepped through without hesitation.

And found himself standing in a city of ruins—floating towers shattered mid-collapse, whispers of lost civilizations flickering in and out like ghosts.

The enemy stood tall.

Armored in gold-cracked jade, wielding a tower-sized blade.

It didn't roar.

It simply raised its hand.

[ Floor 1600 Boss: Final Sentinel of the Mid Tower ]

[ Rank: Peak Star-Forger ]

[ Law Signature: Severance, Defense Inversion, Power Recycling ]

The moment it attacked, Asher felt it.

This wasn't just strength.

It was mastery.

The Sentinel recycled all damage taken, turned defense into weaponry, and punished mistakes instantly.

Asher matched it blow for blow—but even he bled.

For the first time in a while.

He didn't retreat.

He didn't defend.

He dug in.

Focused.

And fought.

His Blood Rose Scythe bent under the pressure—but then bloomed again, empowered by the countless floors before.

He ended the fight with one last combination—temporal offset, memory wound rebound, and inverse-pulse slicing.

The Sentinel collapsed.

[ Floor 1600 Cleared. ]

Asher stood over the fading core, breathing slow and steady. His coat, torn in places, fluttered in the lingering shockwaves. Dust and fragments of shattered Law drifted down like ash.

He didn't smile. He didn't even glance at the reward again. He'd already taken it, already felt the small shift in his strength, already dismissed it.

"Now…" he muttered, wiping a faint streak of blood from the corner of his mouth, "the real ones begin."

His voice was calm.

Focused.

Ahead, the ground trembled.

The air grew heavier—richer. Denser. As if space itself thickened around him. A new gate slowly formed in the center of the cracked floor, taller than the ones before and darker at the edges, flickering with veins of gold and blue lightning.

The pressure was different.

This was no longer the trial of strength alone—it was the gauntlet of monsters who stood at the absolute peak of the Star-Forger Realm. The kind who shaped Laws at will. The kind who once commanded star systems—or crushed them.

Floor 1601

The battlefield was a broken skybridge—floating platforms stretched over an endless abyss. The air was thin, buzzing with unstable Law energy.

Then the boss emerged.

A tall figure with skin like cracked magma and eyes that burned like white suns. On its back were six blazing wings of pure flame, and in its hand, a massive curved blade that shimmered with Law runes.

[ Floor 1601 Boss: Flame Monarch – Peak Star-Forger Rank ]

It spoke not a word. The moment Asher appeared, it moved.

A wave of fire engulfed the entire bridge—so hot that space warped and stones liquefied.

But Asher was already moving.

He leapt across crumbling tiles, each step perfectly timed, his scythe spinning to cut through waves of fire. The Blood Rose Scythe deflected the blaze but hissed in protest—this fire wasn't normal. It was Law-imbued. It tried to rewrite destruction into permanence.

The Flame Monarch descended in a blink, blade crashing down with a streak of molten red.

Asher blocked with the scythe's haft—his knees bending from the impact—but he twisted, slipped to the side, and carved a deep slash across the monarch's ribs.

Lava sprayed from the wound.

But the boss didn't stop.

It grabbed the broken platform beneath them, turned it into a spear of solid flame, and hurled it with pinpoint precision.

Asher ducked under it, swept low, and cut through the boss's leg at the joint.

The creature staggered.

He didn't let it recover.

Three cuts in rapid succession—one across the torso, one through the spine, and the last straight through the head.

The Flame Monarch burned even in death. But its fire dimmed. The wings cracked, the sword shattered.

And it fell.

[ Floor 1601 Cleared. ]

[ Reward: Infernal Core Embers – Allows partial resistance and understanding of Fire-based Law Manipulation. ]

Asher inhaled slowly. His chest rose and fell once.

Then the next gate opened.

Floor 1602

A wasteland of frost. Endless white ground cracked underfoot. The cold wasn't just physical—it was soul-deep. Freezing motion, slowing thought.

The boss was already waiting.

A monstrous wolf made of glacial metal and howling wind. Its body was covered in runes of ancient ice Laws. Its breath turned the air into frozen shards.

[ Floor 1602 Boss: Winterbound Beast – Peak Star-Forger Rank ]

The wolf howled once.

Everything froze.

Even sound.

Asher's blood stopped moving for a second—but that was all. He gritted his teeth and activated a counter-surge, drawing on his own Law insight to push back the freeze.

He moved.

The wolf lunged—massive jaws snapping with frostbite force. He ducked, rolled, and slashed upward. The scythe bit into its chest, and frost bled like silver dust.

The beast roared again, this time releasing a pulse of freezing energy so strong the sky cracked.

Asher jumped straight into it, spinning the scythe to shield himself. Ice layered across his coat, arms, legs—but his blade kept moving.

With a final dash, he leapt above the creature's skull, twisted, and brought the scythe down like a guillotine.

One clean strike.

The beast collapsed into frozen fragments.

[ Floor 1602 Cleared. ]

[ Reward: Frozen Vein Crystal – Grants immunity to extreme cold-based Law distortions. ]

He didn't waste time.

The next gate opened.

Floor 1603 – 1610

They came one after another.

A Wind Tyrant, whose Law could sever sound, breath, and even time. Asher learned to fight by touch, closing his eyes to move faster than silence.

A Metal Puppeteer, who controlled every piece of debris as a blade. The entire battlefield became a swarm of death—but Asher wove through it, turning the storm against its master.

A Mind-Scaled Leviathan, who fought inside illusions. Asher countered with Soul Pressure, overwhelming the beast's own delusions and killing it in a flash of reality.

Each victory brought him closer to a new level of instinct.

He no longer just fought.

He adapted.

Improvised.

Evolved.

The rewards shifted too—pure Law Fragments, movement techniques, soul-hardened crystals, and material that could refine weapons beyond World Rank.

Floor 1611 – 1620

These were different.

These bosses weren't just monsters.

They were like him once—tower climbers who failed at the edge of greatness and were reborn as trials. Thankyouforreading.ThiswasbroughttoyoubyMVL*EMPYR.

One used Dreamstep, vanishing between frames of time. Asher used an inversion cut, attacking where the enemy would appear.

Another wielded the Law of Regret, growing stronger every time Asher struck it.

So he didn't strike.

He waited.

Dodged.

Let it exhaust its own Law.

Then he killed it with one clean motion.

By Floor 1620, Asher no longer looked like he had at 1500.

His coat was scorched at the edges, his sleeves torn. His blood had been spilled many times—but his eyes were sharper. His steps more stable. His grip on the Blood Rose Scythe had become second nature, like it was part of his body.

Right now, he wasn't conserving energy.

He wasn't testing enemies.

He was going all out in every fight.

The Tower demanded it now.

And it was starting to show.

Asher stood still for a moment at the edge of Floor 1621, breathing through his nose, eyes half-lidded. Blood seeped from a deep gash along the left side of his stomach, torn open by a jagged strike two floors earlier.

He looked down at it—not with fear, but quiet recognition.

"It seems…" he muttered under his breath, "I'm getting close to my limit."

The pain was real.

But he didn't flinch.

With a low exhale, Asher placed a hand over the wound. His soul energy flared briefly, not with grandeur, but efficiency. Blood pulled back, muscle and flesh reknit, skin sealed. The wound wasn't fully gone—but it was enough.

He closed his coat again.

And stepped forward.

The gate to the next floor opened with a groan of compressed air and spatial tension. The pressure radiating from within was heavier than the last—but he didn't pause.

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