100 Floors All Master - Chapter 314

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All Master of 100 Floors, Episode 314
72nd Floor. Fortress of the Defeated (1)
Finally, Kang Jun-hyeok summoned Pixie and transferred his memories to her.
[Those tiresome fools. They’ve finally made peace.]
[500 Starlight.]
Pixie, well aware of their relationship, clicked her tongue with a look of exasperation. Then Kang Jun-hyeok set off to find the Blacksmith.
“You’ve returned.”
“This is where I’m meant to be.”
The Heaven-Gifted Blacksmith was hammering away as always.
“You’ve cleared my quest splendidly. Little by little, you’re earning the qualifications to be called my master. You have every right to be pleased.”
“That’s hardly something a future retainer would say.”
Kang Jun-hyeok, who had laughed softly, suddenly seemed to recall something and opened his inventory.
“By the way, you still can’t analyze this, can you?”
What he drew forth was Will and Proof.
A Unique Item obtained from clearing the Tower. Even the Foolish Blacksmith had been unable to comprehend it. The Heaven-Gifted Blacksmith’s brow furrowed.
“I’m ashamed to admit it, but I still don’t understand it. Neither I nor the old fool have grasped its nature. It appears to be something more fundamental than a mere material.”
“I see.”
It seemed he wouldn’t find answers about this material just yet. Kang Jun-hyeok took his leave.
Three days later.
Kang Jun-hyeok entered the 72nd Floor.
From the 70th Floor onward, the Tower transforms.
Both the Defeated and the Victors can actively intervene.
As such, there were floors that provided active support—much like the Foolish Blacksmith on the 71st Floor.
The 72nd Floor was one of them.
[72nd Floor Quest.]
[This is the Fortress of the Defeated.]
[Countless Defeated gather here.]
[Receive their teachings and reach a higher realm.]
A fortress came into view ahead. Its scale was considerable. And the power emanating from within was something even Kang Jun-hyeok could not take lightly—a force of tremendous magnitude.
As Kang Jun-hyeok approached the fortress’s entrance, a figure emerged who appeared to be a Gate Guard.
He too was formidable.
At a glance, he possessed power at the 4th Tier. He waved his hand in greeting.
“A Player, then? Pleased to meet you. This is a fortress where the Defeated Ones of the Great War have gathered. The reason we’re assembled here is simple: to cultivate your strength. Only you possess the opportunity to alter the Fate of the Universe.”
The Gate Guard’s expression turned grim.
“Whether you like it or not, our destiny rests in your hands. So you must grow stronger. With your lives on the line, with everything wagered. It matters not what power you possess—we can meet any challenge you bring.”
In the Fortress of the Defeated gathered, quite literally, mighty beings from across the Universe.
From martial artists to Mages, Clerics, and Espers.
Whatever power a Player might wield, there would be enough among them to enhance it further.
Moreover, every Defeated One gathered here was at least 4th Tier—possessing strength more than sufficient to easily overwhelm an ordinary Player.
“It will be far from easy, naturally. You’ll stake your life. But if you succeed…… you’ll gain power incomparable to what you had before.”
The 71st Floor had honed the Player’s body itself.
And the 72nd Floor was where a Player’s accumulated techniques would be refined.
The Gate Guard, having explained matters calmly, smiled warmly.
“Then, Player who has reached this place—what is your name?”
“Kang Jun-hyeok.”
“Kang Jun-hyeok? Where have I heard that name?”
The Gate Guard’s eyes widened as his expression shifted.
“……Wait. You’re not the Perfect Player, are you?”
‘So even the Defeated Ones call me that.’
“I am.”
Kang Jun-hyeok nodded inwardly in acknowledgment. The Gate Guard sprang to his feet in astonishment.
“Hah, ha ha. Well, a celebrity has graced us. I feel rather foolish now.”
With an embarrassed expression, he pushed open the door.
“Come in first. We’ll discuss the details inside.”
Kang Jun-hyeok stepped into the fortress.
What lay before him were dozens upon dozens of Defeated Ones.
Each one possessed power at the 4th Tier level. And among them, Kang Jun-hyeok spotted Dang Jung-ryeong and Astra, both with weary expressions.
“Oh, oh!”
“So you’ve come here too!”
“You look like you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”
“Ha, haha…….”
They exhaled thin, parched laughter. The 72nd Floor was no easier than the 71st—perhaps harder still. Since they had to hone their techniques against stronger cultivators one step above, many had been trapped here for years.
Yet their faces bore no shadow of despair. If anything, they shone brighter than ever before.
A master of rank gap was teaching them without cost. There was no one here who would not rejoice at that.
Kang Jun-hyeok turned his gaze away.
The Defeated Ones showed little particular interest in him.
A few who looked bored offered a glance or two, nothing more. Most simply assumed another Player had wandered in.
In that atmosphere, the Gate Guards called out loudly.
“Listen up, all of you! Focus! We have an honored guest!”
“Shut it. Demon.”
“An honored guest? This one’s stronger than that Half-Human Half-Demon or Saintess from before.”
“Not even comparable!”
The Gate Guards grinned widely.
“This is Kang Jun-hyeok! The Perfect Player has finally come to this place!”
At that cry, every eye in the chamber snapped toward him at once.
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Silence hangs heavy in the air.
Dozens of gazes fix upon Kang Jun-hyeok. After a moment, whispers begin to ripple through the crowd.
“Is that him?”
“The one multiple deities wish to make their apostle.”
“The one for whom a True Ancestor personally entered the Tower?”
“That’s not all. Eldyria—the one and only Vampire Queen—has recognized him as her successor.”
“And…… he has mastered that one’s Divine Technique, they say.”
“Is it really true?”
“No one has ever mastered it. Not even a True Ancestor. It shouldn’t be possible.”
“But…… if it truly is possible……”
Their eyes gleamed with hunger. Kang Jun-hyeok muttered under his breath.
“This is oppressive.”
The weight of their attention had taken on an almost physical form, pressing down upon him.
The Defeated Ones were all visibly exhilarated.
By nature, they were those who had entered the Tower to pass their strength to Players.
They harbored no aversion to teaching their techniques to others.
So they all wore faces eager to test just how far the legendary Perfect Player’s talent extended, whether he could learn their arts at all.
Yet no one stepped forward hastily.
The reason was simpler than one might think.
After a moment, an old man in a martial arts robe approached with a nervous cough.
“Ahem. A pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine.”
[And who are you?]
Manbyeonggi spoke. The old man flinched and bowed deeply.
“I-I am Hwang Ryeong! The 34th Family Head of the Cheongsungpa!”
[The 34th Family Head of the Cheongsungpa? I’ve never heard of you.]
“O-of course not, for I am but a weak creature unworthy of your direct memory.”
Hwang Ryeong broke into a cold sweat. Though he was a master of the 4th Tier, before Manbyeonggi he was reduced to stammering like a child.
[So then, Hwang Ryeong. What is it you want?]
“……I-I was hoping to teach the Perfect Player my Ultimate Principle……”
[Not necessary.]
“Yes, understood.”
Hwang Ryeong offered no rebuttal to Manbyeonggi’s swift refusal and departed at once. Kang Jun-hyeok clicked his tongue.
“What’s all that about?”
[Unnecessary because it is so. These gathered here cannot teach you. It would be nothing but a waste of precious time.]
“I suppose that’s fair.”
Kang Jun-hyeok did not argue.
He was already mastering Manbyeonggi’s Divine Technique.
It was, in its truest sense, something that transcended the mere concept of martial arts—a force that dominated and suppressed the very notion of power itself.
And that Divine Technique stood above every martial art in existence throughout the Universe.
Even Kuzan’s Ultimate Principle, the Sambo Strike, though it lay beyond the bounds of the 4th Tier, was merely a crude mimicry of Manbyeonggi’s Ruling Three Treasures. Time spent learning their Ultimate Principles would pale beside the benefit of cultivating Manbyeonggi’s Divine Technique.
[Unless it were something as heterogeneous as the True Ancestor’s Supreme Infinity, no such thing exists in this place.]
The martial artists gathered here could offer him nothing worth learning.
Then what of magic?
A mage with a long white beard approached cautiously.
“I am the twelfth School Leader of the Shadowrain School. My name is Agnamund.”
“A pleasure to meet you.”
“I hear you’ve mastered magic. Would you mind showing me what kind of magic it is?”
Kang Jun-hyeok readily demonstrated his magic.
The first magic he showed was Arcana Gem Magic. Agnamund’s eyes widened.
“Such magic exists? I never knew.”
His own mana was not required. He manifested magic by using only the mana contained within gems as conduits through magical circuits.
Even across the entire universe, it was an extraordinarily rare magic. Agnamund examined the Arcana Gem Magic as if entranced, and in that moment, the teacher had become the student.
Agnamund came to his senses belatedly and cleared his throat.
“Ahem. Forgive me. It’s an extraordinary magic indeed. But since it requires almost none of your own mana, it seems you would benefit from mastering another school of magic.”
“There’s no need to worry about that.”
Pixie’s Mana Box.
Kang Jun-hyeok produced the mana box.
Agnamund stumbled backward in shock.
“That—that’s the secret magic of the One!”
Kang Jun-hyeok had learned Pixie’s magic.
And Pixie herself had clearly reached the Transcendent realm, a woman of tremendous power. The perfection of her magic was not something a mere fourth-tier mage could ever hope to teach.
In the end, Agnamund beat a hasty retreat.
“It seems I have nothing left to teach you. I wish you well.”
After that, no mage dared approach Kang Jun-hyeok.
Nor was this limitation confined to martial arts or magic alone.
Believers who served a god came to Kang Jun-hyeok to teach him Divine Power, but what he possessed was the pure Divine Power of the Lost God—a force closer to godhood than anything else.
It was not something mere believers who had received fragments of Divine Power could ever impart.
Spirit practitioners fared no better. Kang Jun-hyeok had contracted with a Shadow Spirit, an entity whose nature defied explanation through conventional spirits. Mastering the Shadow Spirit consumed all their nature affinity, leaving them nothing to teach.
As a result, no one remained who could offer him instruction.
Manbyeonggi spoke with indifference, as if he had expected this all along.
[Those gathered here are at best fourth-tier level. They are not ones who can grant you power of any significance in your current state.]
For other Players, this floor was one that helped them reach Supreme Realm, but for Kang Jun-hyeok, it was utterly worthless.
[A shame, truly. You’ll have to move on without gaining anything.]
“No.”
Kang Jun-hyeok shook his head at Eldyria’s words.
“There is something to gain.”
Kang Jun-hyeok took a step forward.

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