100 Floors All Master - Chapter 289

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All Master of 100 Floors Episode 289
66th Floor. The Wind Spirit King. Minerva (2)
Kang Jun-hyeok steps into the prison.
In that instant, a crushing pressure swallows him whole.
It is the demon of bondage itself—Berid’s very dignity and station.
A Lord-Class demon’s authority could pulverize and twist the world as it pleased; no matter how formidable Kang Jun-hyeok was, he could not withstand it. He knew this well enough himself.
Yet he had stepped inside anyway, because there was someone here who could aid him.
“You absolute madman!”
A rough voice rings out as wind surges up and envelops Kang Jun-hyeok.
The crushing pressure collides with the wind and disperses—the burden vanishes.
Kang Jun-hyeok, now standing firm on the ground, breaks into a slight smile.
“Thank you.”
“What on earth are you doing?”
A woman with verdant hair shouts, her face twisted in frustration. The wind around her ripples in response to her emotions.
The wind itself trembles as though answering to its master’s feelings.
The ruler of every concept of wind that exists in this world.
Minerva, the Wind Spirit King. She poured forth her rage.
“Did I not tell you to ask for help? If you summoned another Spirit King, this situation could be resolved without trouble!”
“Would that truly matter?”
“What?”
“The Demons have imprisoned you. A Demon Lord—Berid himself created this prison. The Elves will soon notice something amiss and request aid from outside. The Demons would have anticipated that much as well.”
Would the Demons truly have neglected such precautions?
Would they have allowed other Spirit Kings to be summoned so freely?
The answer was simple. No.
“The Demons have used every means at their disposal to imprison you here. Ordinary methods will not suffice to free you.”
This was neither mere conjecture nor wild fancy. History itself bore this out.
To rescue Minerva, the Wind Spirit King, from Berid’s prison, many powerful beings from across the Universe had come forth, yet all had failed in the end. Ultimately, the Wind Spirit King had been expelled from this world for hundreds of years, bringing great turmoil upon the Universe.
Minerva’s face tightens.
“You certainly have a gift for words. Then you mean to say that your presence here changes something?”
Kang Jun-hyeok was 4th Tier. Even by cosmic standards, his strength was decidedly formidable.
The problem was that Berid, like the Spirit King, had transcended the very category of hierarchy—he existed at the Transcendent level.
The gap between Kang Jun-hyeok and him was so vast that Berid could kill him with a single finger. It was hard to imagine he could be of help.
“It is possible.”
Yet Kang Jun-hyeok spoke with conviction.
Ordinarily, she would have sneered and mocked him. It was akin to a child barely able to speak claiming they could solve an impossible mathematical theorem.
But Minerva could not do so.
Though the task was plainly impossible, there was force behind Kang Jun-hyeok’s words. It felt as though it truly could be done.
The Tower’s Skill. Persuasion.
It held sway even over Transcendents. In the end, Minerva yielded ground.
“You certainly are confident. You had better make good on your word.”
“I will.”
Kang Jun-hyeok rises slowly.
“First, I need to understand the situation more clearly. What exactly happened?”
“There was a trap.”
Minerva grinds her teeth.
“I heard that the Demons had dared to invade this world, so I rushed here at once. I intended to annihilate them all and return, but Berid’s prison swallowed me whole. He had been targeting me from the start.”
“Even with a Lord’s authority, you are a Spirit King. Surely there would be no problem unless Berid himself came in person?”
Minerva would suffer some loss of power, but she should be capable of shattering Berid’s prison.
Yet she remained trapped here.
Minerva speaks with a grim expression.
“There is no choice in the matter. The Demons killed my summoner.”
“I see.”
Kang Jun-hyeok nods in understanding.
“A regrettable turn of events. You have my condolences.”
“You need not concern yourself with that.”
Despite her summoner’s death, the Spirit King’s tone remains composed.
That much was natural.
Summoning was not something anyone could do.
At minimum, one required power at the highest level of 3rd Tier, and beyond that, an affinity with nature so rare it manifested perhaps once in a century.
Yet even such requirements meant one could manage a summoning.
Considering the power of a Spirit King, it was an absurdly simple condition.
Because of that, it wasn’t truly a contract. A contract with a spirit required equal standing, mutual respect between the parties. At best, it amounted to a terminal for enabling divine descent. There would be no genuine feeling between them.
“So that’s why you’re trapped.”
For a being of Spirit King caliber to descend to the ground, it needed someone to summon it. And when the summoner died, the Spirit King would gradually lose power. Already, the strength emanating from Minerva was noticeably waning.
Kang Jun-hyeok laughed silently to himself.
‘This is good.’
This was his chance. He hid his true thoughts and turned away.
“Very well. Then let’s begin at once.”
Kang Jun-hyeok walked through the space stained pitch-black.
Nothing could be seen—it was a prison in its truest sense. Minerva watched him with suspicious eyes.
[What are you planning to do? I’ve tried every means imaginable, but I couldn’t break it. I doubt you have the strength for such a thing.]
“This isn’t something to be broken by force. That approach would only strengthen the repulsion.”
[What are you saying?]
“It requires a more delicate, meticulous approach.”
Berid’s nature was remarkably refined. He cherished art and possessed a sensitive disposition.
Accordingly, the prison itself was constructed with that same structure in mind. Rather than simply crushing it with raw power, one had to dismantle and analyze the structure itself to escape. Minerva’s gaze turned peculiar.
[Those are strange words. You speak as though you’ve entered this place many times before.]
Kang Jun-hyeok smiled silently and gazed at the prison.
Darkness like pitch-black itself.
Nothing can be seen.
But he sees.
He observes.
Kang Jun-hyeok’s Observation Proficiency had reached A-grade. It had now become something close to an authority rather than a mere skill.
Because of that, it becomes visible.
The countless intricate structures composing this pitch-black prison.
It was extraordinarily vast and complex. It was no different from a densely packed maze the size of a planet. An ordinary human could invest hundreds of years and never find the exit.
But he observes.
He finds the answer.
Kang Jun-hyeok raised his hand. He drew out mana and touched the structure with meticulous gentleness, with deliberate slowness. For more than an hour, he performed control of incomparable fineness.
Minerva, unable to wait any longer, was about to press him. From her perspective, Kang Jun-hyeok appeared to be merely flailing at empty air.
[What exactly are you doing…….]
At that moment.
Click.
Something opened, and change arrived.
[……Huh?]
Minerva’s eyes widened. The pressure felt across the entire space had visibly diminished. Kang Jun-hyeok exhaled.
“Whew. It works.”
[……What did you do?]
“I touched the prison’s structure and unlocked a portion of it. But for now, it’s barely the surface. It will take a bit more time to actually escape. Please wait.”
[Ah, I see.]
Minerva nodded hesitantly.

* * *
Click.
Click.
Click-click.
The prison slowly began to unlock.
Now Kang Jun-hyeok could manage without Minerva’s assistance. Minerva watched his back with a bewildered expression.
[One by one, you’re handling it all. I can’t even tell what you’re doing.]
Kang Jun-hyeok, whose fingers had been moving with delicate precision, paused.
[What’s wrong?]
“There’s a trap that creates absolute repulsion against mana. It seems he wasn’t about to let you escape easily.”
[Berid. That’s just like him to play such tricks.]
Minerva grimaced and stepped forward.
[I’ll handle it. Let me explain the method…….]
“No, it’s fine.”
Whir.
Ki rose above Kang Jun-hyeok’s hand. The ki moved delicately, disarming the trap.
[Internal Energy and mana? You possess both powers simultaneously?]
Minerva’s face went pale. Possessing two powers at once was impossible by the universe’s very principles.
But what Kang Jun-hyeok had just displayed was unmistakably Ki forged from Internal Energy.
The strangeness didn’t end there.
“Now you’re manifesting Repulsion against both Internal Energy and Mana. That’s twisted.”
Kang Jun-hyeok clicked his tongue and flicked his fingers. Telekinesis erupted, shattering the trap.
[Psychic Power?]
What came next was Divine Power.
And after that—the True Blood of a Vampire.
[Pure Divine Power? How did you even obtain that? And True Blood, no less. You… are you connected to Eldria?]
“I’m the sole successor of the One.”
[Eldria created a successor?]
Technically, it was an Eldria from another world, but Minerva had no way of knowing that.
And her shock didn’t stop there.
Whooom.
As Kang Jun-hyeok moved, the very forces around him bent and warped. A technique that seized control and dominion over power itself. Minerva’s breath caught.
[The technique of the Ten Thousand Weapons!]
That must be what she meant. Minerva stammered.
[H-how is that possible? The most brilliant minds in the Universe never mastered it!]
“I had the opportunity.”
[That’s not what I meant. That technique cannot be learned simply because an opportunity arose!]
“I could explain it if you wish, but isn’t there something more pressing about our situation right now?”
Minerva closed her mouth.
He was right. Escaping the Prison came first. Ultimately, Minerva stepped back.
[You’d better explain everything once this is over.]
“As you wish.”
Kang Jun-hyeok spoke with unhurried composure.
Minerva stared at him intently.
He wielded Internal Energy and Mana, used Telekinesis, possessed pure Divine Power, bore the True Blood of a Vampire Queen—Eldria’s successor. He was her equal.
And on top of that, he possessed the technique of the Ten Thousand Weapons.
That part astonished her most.
She had never heard of such a being.
Yet what Minerva felt toward Kang Jun-hyeok was nothing more than amazement and curiosity.
The reason was simple.
‘It’s a shame I can’t feel any Affinity with Nature from him.’
Not a trace of Affinity with Nature emanated from Kang Jun-hyeok.
For Spirits, Affinity with Nature was profoundly important. It ignited instinctive liking and favor; without it, everything felt abrasive and wrong.
Whether one possessed Affinity with Nature or not was, to use a human analogy, the difference between a cute puppy and a cockroach the size of a man—such was the feeling it evoked.
The stronger the Spirit, the fiercer that instinct, and the harder it was to muster even basic goodwill.
Which is why Minerva was stunned.
‘Two Spirits have made contracts with this creature? How peculiar.’
Minerva, the Spirit King herself, sensed the pacts he had forged—with a Shadow Spirit and a Flame Spirit.
Surely they had built such deep bonds and understanding that they overcame even instinct itself. Minerva marveled quietly.
But reality was the opposite.
And because she labored under such a profound misunderstanding, she failed to notice.
The gaze Kang Jun-hyeok fixed on her now was identical to the one he had turned on Ultira.

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