I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
“Aaaaahahahahaha!”
I felt the highest high imaginable.
No—my reason had long since shattered far beyond its breaking point.
My brain felt completely destroyed by dopamine surging wildly through the blood vessels in my skull.
‘That look of bewilderment that crossed The Master’s iron-clad face!’
Kwaaaaaaang—!!!
The moment my emotions spiraled out of control, the mud went berserk alongside me.
Things clinging to the walls tore free,
things seeping into the shadows revealed their forms,
even things crouched within the thick shadows blanketing the floor…
Everything.
Kwakwakwakwakwa!
Erupted all at once.
From above, from below, and from the walls on either side.
A gap to escape? Space to evade?
No such thing existed.
What engulfed all directions was a black tsunami that swallowed vision itself!
‘Die!!!’
My eyes gleamed with an eerie, murderous frenzy.
The sheer mass and pressure of the cascading mud alone caused the special alloy walls of the carefully engineered Fortress to shriek and crumple like paper.
But the truly terrifying aspect of the mud wasn’t its physical force.
It was the lethal ability to erase life more certainly—the cursed ‘poison’ soaked deep within the mud itself.
Mud of Decay, which grows only by consuming and devouring its own kind alive!
This spell was fundamentally predatory in nature.
Just as apex predators evolved to carry the deadliest toxins for slaughtering prey, any human whose bare skin touched that black mud would instantly dissolve without even bones remaining—instant death.
Even The Master, who once dominated the Tower, was ultimately just a ‘human’ wearing a shell.
With this degree of venom and mass crushing from all sides, even a superhuman couldn’t endure it.
I’d perfectly sealed off any escape route—not even an ant could slip through!
‘Now then, nowhere to run, and a single touch means death! What will you do?’
Kiiiiiek—!!!
Steel screamed.
Space compressed as it crumpled helplessly like an empty can.
From the start, I’d aimed for The Master’s carelessness.
Right now, when he’d misjudged my level and failed to draw his full power—
This was the one and only chance to drive in my hidden trump card!
“Dieeeeeee—!!!”
The mud boiling endlessly from my shadow transformed into the ferociously gaping ‘jaws’ of a demonic claw.
As crushing pressure and violent mass descended to engulf The Master,
I condensed all the mud and rage into a single point and fired it straight at The Master’s heart.
Kuguguguguong—!!!
Amid the tremendous vibration and deafening roar of alloy walls being shredded to pieces and thick flooring caving inward, Iransu’s eyes snapped wide open.
Ultra-dense compressed mud erupted with a heavy impact.
A virulent poison that melted flesh on mere contact—striking with perfect precision.
‘…But this can’t be the end of it.’
No matter how ambush-like the close-range bombardment was, the opponent etched into Iransu’s memory was the most unreasonable monster in the world.
Before the dust cloud had even settled.
Screech—!
As expected.
The thick mud split cleanly in a cross pattern, and brilliant light burst forth.
Through the gaps of that cross, The Master emerged, his appearance immaculate—not a single wrinkle in his clothes.
…In his right hand, he held a single unremarkable ‘twig’ with its bark still intact.
“That’s it! That’s my Master!”
His desperate strike, refined through the subtlety of a surprise attack, had been effortlessly blocked, yet not a trace of disappointment crossed Iransu’s face.
Instead, his lips twisted into a grotesque grin that stretched to his ears, a smile of exhilaration spreading across his features.
Relief that his Master from memory—that unreachable figure—had not pathetically crumbled under the weight of time.
The fact that he still existed as a distant, insurmountable ‘wall’ that demanded risking one’s life to overcome.
A twisted ecstasy and joy beyond any words consumed Iransu’s entire being.
“Hahahah!”
Iransu’s hands twisted grotesquely in the air as if wringing the void itself.
The mud coating the floor responded, gurgling as it rose, and in an instant transformed into dozens of black wild dogs with razor-sharp teeth that rushed toward The Master.
“Tear him apart!”
But The Master did not break stride. His wrist holding the twig flicked lightly, as if brushing away dust.
Sheeeeek—!
A crescent-shaped blue sword aura swept across the ground, severing the packs of wild dogs cleanly in half.
In that very instant when the pack momentarily obscured The Master’s vision.
The mud chunks that had been split in a cross pattern fragmented into smaller pieces.
The scattered fragments instantly transformed into hundreds of sharp black spear points that rained down like a downpour toward The Master’s blind spots.
Papapapapat—!
“Try blocking this!”
Above the right shoulder, below the left knee joint, and the back of the neck in that fleeting moment when breath catches and chest pain expands.
Those ‘absolute blind spots of a humanoid enemy’ that had been forcibly carved into his body through brutal beatings in the hellish Tower under The Master’s tutelage.
Iransu returned that lesson exactly as he had received it.
“You taught me this!!!”
Slick—
The Master’s wrist moved lightly.
Despite it being merely a single twig.
Each time it left a blue afterimage in the air, hundreds of black spears were helplessly severed.
Still… an astounding swordsmanship.
Decayed mud possessed extreme resistance to external physical force, possessing such durability that even a supreme-grade blade could scarcely leave a scratch upon it.
Yet with nothing more than an ordinary twig, The Master had carved through the Corrupted Entity’s mud with such effortless precision!
But that very impossibility stimulated Iransu’s dopamine.
‘I know! The exact moment you draw breath, the arc of your blade, the infinitesimal gaps where your muscles relax! There’s no way I wouldn’t see it!’
The Master’s movements were flawless.
But because they were flawless, they were predictable.
Iransu detonated the mud fragments that had been deflected by the blade energy, triggering them all at once just before they hit the ground.
Whoooosh!
A pitch-black toxic fog that completely obscured vision.
The moment it touched the respiratory system or bare skin even slightly, instant death.
No matter how masterful one’s swordsmanship, against a virulent poison gas that cannot be ‘cut away’, there was no choice but to evade.
“You won’t even have time to breathe!”
Within that lethal curtain, Iransu’s voice echoed from all directions like a phantom, disorienting The Master’s sense of direction.
Before the sound had even dispersed.
Iransu used the shadows on the ground as a medium to instantaneously reposition behind The Master, driving a surprise kick forward.
“…!”
But Iransu’s kick cleaved through empty air.
Or rather, with a smooth half-rotation of his body, that weighty impact passed through as if it had merely grazed an afterimage.
“That habit of your movements becoming monotonous when your vision is obscured—you still haven’t broken it.”
Even within the toxic fog, The Master remained precise and composed, as if seeing everything.
The Master did not miss Iransu’s opening and lightly raised his foot.
Crack-!
“Ugh!”
The Master’s foot struck directly into Iransu’s abdomen.
Iransu tumbled across the floor, spitting blood-tinged coughs as he ground his teeth.
‘Reflexes of that caliber even in a state of near-blindness? Then I’ll simply crush him with a mass he cannot evade!’
If The Master had no blind spots, then I would simply create one by force.
Iransu condensed an absurdly massive amount of mud into the shape of a greatsword on his right arm, then drove it straight toward The Master’s core.
“Dieeeeee!!!”
A burst of speed that seemed impossible from a boy’s frame.
Yet at the end of that swift trajectory, the mud greatsword that hung there descended upon The Master’s crown with a mass that seemed to crush space itself.
An absolutely inescapable trajectory.
Therefore, The Master chose defense instead of retreat.
‘Hahahaha! I anticipated this!!!’
The Master raised the twig upward and met that attack head-on.
Kwaaaaaaaang!!!
A shockwave that seemed to evaporate the surrounding air in an instant tore a circular hole through the steel floor of the Fortress’s lower level.
Through the hole in the floor, the cold sea breeze from the West Sea swept away the dust that had filled the air in a single breath.
And in the now-clear field of vision, Iransu could only doubt his own eyes.
His ultimate strike—into which he had poured all his mana and the souls of tens of thousands, which he had been certain could never be blocked.
The Master was completely defending against that merciless attack with nothing more than a twig wreathed in azure energy.
The Master’s ankle plunged deep through the steel floor, yet his upper body remained utterly motionless.
‘This monster…!’
Face to face with The Master at close range, I stared into his eyes.
Those dark irises remained as serene as a still lake even before my all-out strike.
A gaze as if looking down upon a child—arrogantly indifferent, devastatingly contemptuous.
A gaze I had witnessed countless times within the Tower.
A silent mockery that seemed to say: ‘Your pathetic struggles pose no threat to me, no variable I cannot account for!’
The inferiority complex festering in the depths of my being ignited like a powder keg, erupting explosively.
The thread of reason evaporated in white heat, consumed by a crimson tide of murderous intent.
“Don’t mock me! Damn it, let’s see how long that composure lasts!”
Crack—crack—crack!
Until now, I had drawn mana by sacrificing others’ life force, but this time I carved away my own vitality, wringing mana to its absolute limit.
Where the blue sword energy clashed with my black blade, a toxic miasma that devoured life itself shimmered like heat haze.
And that dark venom began greedily corroding The Master’s weapon.
“Heh, hehehehe!”
I laughed, blood trickling from the corners of my mouth.
No matter how perfect The Master’s sword energy was, the medium that served as its true form was nothing but an ordinary twig, as if picked up from some backyard hillside.
‘A mere twig cannot possibly withstand the corrosion of entropy!!!’
—When that breaks, The Master ends too!
The moment I clenched my teeth.
Crack.
The most exquisite sound of rupture echoed in my ears.
‘…!’
Hairline fractures spread across the surface of The Master’s twig.
The sword energy could not hold. The venom was eroding the wood’s very essence.
Crackle…!
Soon the tip of the twig withered to black, then scattered helplessly on the rough winds of the West Sea.
My pupils dilated with exultation as I witnessed this.
“Ahahaha! It’s breaking! Your weapon is breaking!”
At last, I had shattered The Master’s seemingly impenetrable fortress.
The Master was, after all, a swordsman.
A swordsman without a sword is nothing but a tiger with its fangs pulled.
The moment his only weapon was destroyed, that arrogant body would be swallowed by the deluge of mud, leaving not even bone dust behind.
“Ahahahahaha!!!”
I unleashed a shriek of mad ecstasy, burning away even more of my life force to make the venom bore deeper and faster.
‘It’s over…!’
Today, I surpass The Master!

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