Climbing the Tower to Be a God With 10x Gacha System

"Black? My Lady, what is the Ice King saying?" Zeus suddenly asked. Yet Nyx did not answer, and instead, the cold gaze of this holy woman descended upon all the gods and deities of Olympus who, like Zeus, were trying to question something.

Each of them felt as if they were drowning as if they had just learned a small piece of something they shouldn't have questioned or something they shouldn't have known.

"It's not something you need to know right now," Chronos said suddenly, and with that N,yx began to calm down.

Even if there were questions on everyone's minds, that wasn't the real problem. The real problem was that Ezra the Ice King was becoming conscious.

Just like Elanor and her bloodline. Nyx knew it, Erebus knew it, all the Titans and now all Chaos-Born knew it.

Nyx and the others realized it when they regained their erased memories. The Rosewell bloodline, and now Ezra's presence. There was so much more unknown and unseen, but despite it all, each of them was aware.

Everything was connected to Desmond, and those connections were beginning to connect, even if slowly, to James.

Like Ezra the Ice King and, unbeknownst to Elanor and James, the entire Rosewell clan.

The Tower liked to do things its way, but it was an undeniable fact that Chaos was at the helm of everything. That was the only reason why the Rosewell bloodline had emerged from the brutal repetition of the tower.

The tower worked differently for everyone. All climbers had the chance to take on different types of quests. The different levels of difficulty and operational status made everything complicated.

That was the trouble.

Unbeknownst to James, he was already processing the "great task" that his ancestor had left him. Every moment he climbed the tower, every moment he broke through the closed doors, he was repairing and changing that broken destiny, ready to change.

"Desmond?" James asked suddenly, most surprised by Ezra's words.

By the time he asked that question, Nyx had already cleared out the entire Olympus hall and revoked the permission of anyone outside who had allowed them to watch James.

Nyx couldn't remember exactly. She knew the Ice King existed, of course, but she had no idea what kind of relationship he had with Desmond.

Like James, Nyx was obviously curious.

"Yes..." the Ice King replied and without waiting, launched an attack.

Ariel met the Ice King's attack with her blades and then stepped back.

"How do you know him? What exactly is this betrayal you speak of?" James questioned. He knew very well...certainly Vladimir knew a lot about it, it was strange how James seemed to find out more and more secrets about Desmond every time he heard his name.

"I should have fought by his side...I didn't want to, I didn't heed his call, I didn't go to his aid, and as a result, Lady Juliet fell...We met our end at the hands of the Fallen Gods, what a shame...My beloved wife, my children, my soldiers and my people perished."

With each of Ezra's words, James felt a strange sadness. He even thought that if this skeletal man had a body, he would have started crying.

"What about your family? Where are they?" James suddenly questioned.

"They are in heaven...they have never committed any evil, I'm sure Chaos has created a heaven for them, a heaven where they can be without me and maybe with the person they want me to be. After all, I'm going to hell," Ezra replied. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

James didn't know what to say, yet there was something strange, Ezra was clearly trying to die.

That's why James had stopped holding back, he would have managed to get the necessary information from Vladimir anyway, and that's exactly why he wished he could just give this broken and devastated man his wish without a care in the world.

The Godly Sword Lumen glowed.

James, as usual, began to recover his aura and mana. When Ezra sensed this aura, he looked at the young man in front of him with concern and then said, "You are an honourable young man."

At that very moment,t James plunged his sword right in front of him, as if piercing the air, and released from the Godly Sword Lumen an energy that was not great, only capable of providing a peaceful death to his enemy. The vapour from the cold ice filled the room with flames of energy, and as the vapour began to dissipate, a single image appeared before James and Ariel.

Ezra the Ice King sat slumped on his throne, a gaping hole in his chest, his skeletal core beginning to crumble and his sword falling to the floor.

"Oh Desmond..." Ezra said and the sound of his deep breathing echoed through the room.

"Forgive me, my lord, I thought of my own happiness, I didn't want to die in battle and leave everyone behind, I didn't want to die...Forgive me." Ezra added, growing more and more upset by the second.

James, unable to take it any longer, stepped forward, carefully stepped in front of Ezra and then said, "My name is James Arthur Black, a descendant of Desmond Black. Ezra the Ice King, you may have committed many crimes and refused your lord's request. My lineage forgives your lineage and I wish you peace and to be with your family in the highest levels of heaven. I hope you can forgive yourself."

At James' words, only Ezra's deep breathing echoed in the huge room. Those breaths were so rapid, so sad, that even Ariel couldn't help but tear up.

Who knew what would happen next?

At that very moment, something that no one had expected began to happen.

Ezra's body was literally coming back. Everyone could see the muscle cells, the veins, the nervous system and the skin forming around the skeleton. Even though it was a disgusting sight, the greatest truth of life was now visible here.

Tears began to fall from Ezra's eyes as the body reformed, he raised his right hand, which had previously held his sword, and gently squeezed James' hand, before saying the following words:

"Oh...Desmond...?"

James shook his head and replied, "No, James."

Ezra smiled even though tears were streaming down his face as he said, "Oh...James, huh? You know I named my child after him? I really looked up to Desmond, but I...I was young and stupid, cowardly and selfish. I named him Desmond in case my child would be as brave an emperor as he was instead of as cowardly as I was...Will my child...my one and only Desmond forgive me...? What do you say, my lord?"

Ezra's face was so grim, his sadness so deep, that even James could not help but empathize. The young man's expression drowned in the narrowness of his sorrow.

"I forgive you and your bloodline Ezra...you may have abandoned your Emperor, your master, but he is more forgiving than you think...or so I think, and I am sure your child will forgive you. How many times have you died? How many climbers have you killed? How many years did you wallow in self-pity and scream for forgiveness? If you were my father, I would be proud of you for sure...A cowardly man turned into someone brave enough to scream for forgiveness for perhaps millions of years. What an honorable death."

As James said these words, Ezra's grim face straightened and a smile replaced it, and even though he hadn't stopped crying, it was clear that this smile was breaking the "ice" in his heart.

At that moment Ezra's body began to crumble to dust. Old and broken, this man seemed to finally be at peace.

Just before he disappeared, he turned to James one more time and said, "Ah...you look so much like him."

And with that, the man literally turned to dust and disappeared.

When James straightened himself up, he took a deep breath and let it out as loudly as he could.

After all this, another chest was opened in the room, right in front of the throne. When James opened the chest and took the key out of it, he had the sixth key.

When he looked at Ariel, who had tears in her eyes, he said, "Come on, Mom...Don't do this." and tried to comfort her.

By the time Ariel managed to hold herself together, another chest had formed in front of the throne.

This one was about ten centimetres tall and five centimetres wide. When James inserted the first key into the first keyhole, the chest grew a little bigger.

Then the second key, then the third key, then the six keys were inserted into the keyholes and the chest was now 2 meters in size and 1 meter wide.

What would come out of the chest would be revealed after it was opened.