" Get ready! 7 minutes left!"

Kralia, the 7th ranked guild in the world league was gathered on the 234th floor of Zenith's Tower. The highest-ranked amongst them was Zarques, who was 15th in the unified player ranking. Behind him were the 50 elite members of the Kralia guild.

It was a spectacle to behold~especially since this was the second attempt at passing the 234th floor of Zenith's Tower. Anxiety and tension filled each person's face.

" 4 minutes!"

Everyone in the guild was shaking uncontrollably, as the time counted down. Those far in the back and sides were restlessly changing gears and their positions. Zarques gazed around, whilst his hands which gripped his great sword were to shaking. ' Dammit, I can't calm down.'

Zenith's Tower was a dungeon that fell into the Kralia guild's hands after its first owners failed to pass the 234th floor. The first guild failed due to the 234th-floor boss, Anarchia, who only appears on the floor only if certain requirements were met, which, he would spawn in 7 weeks of real-time.

Furthermore, he was severely underestimated, because the first guild raided the floor 10 times and failed each time. He was the first boss to ever change his attack pattern in the middle of an attack and would attack when he wasn't supposed to.

When they were bequeathed Zenith's Tower, Zarques and the elite members of the guild, spent their hard earn money, with the intention of succeeding. They were indeed stronger with their new and beefy armor. But those who heard and saw how badly the first guild failed, had zero confidence.

" Two minutes people! Ready your arms!"

The artificial sky darkens and the ground, before was covered in healthy grass. Now they stood on top of thousands of skeletons.

'Fuck' Zarques wanted to encourage his guild members, but he too was afraid.

He clearly recalled the details given by the other guild. The appearance of Anarchia, a long sword-wielding Demonoid who exuded a terrifying aura.

' Are we well equipped enough to win against him?'

It would be different if the other higher-ranked members had joined, he couldn't help but think they will fail. However, as the raid leader, he could not afford to show his fear, so he endured it.

Zarques cools down his head, breathing in and out. Then he chugs down various buffing potions. Even activating his most powerful active skill.

" Attac..."

Fwoosh*

Shwing*

Anarchia blanked stare, never swayed. Wiping away the bloodstains with his arm. ' We never had a chance.'

Zarques lay on the floor coughing up blood, his lower half slowly pixelating. So as the other guild members that hadn't respawn yet.

" Whew, I made it"

All of the guild members' eyes turned toward the entrance. A young man had entered. It was unusual because he was covered by a cloak, with no armor or weapons visible.

But before they could see anything further, they all respawned. Zarques could only see a quick glimpse of the young man's face before he too respawned. ' He was definitely smiling.'