After the participants had chosen their respective difficulties, the arena was ablaze with anticipation.
The atmosphere crackled with otherworldly energy, and in a blink, each person was engulfed by a blinding flash of light.
When the glare subsided, they found themselves in realms of utter unfamiliarity.
The woman who had chosen Hard stood amidst a dense forest, the ancient trees towering over her like colossal guardians.
The air hung heavy with humidity, and the sounds of unseen creatures filled the atmosphere, creating an eerie symphony of nature.
She gripped her weapon tightly, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The man who had chosen Hell found himself in a desolate wasteland, where the scorching sun beat down relentlessly, baking the ground beneath his feet.
The earth was cracked and parched from the intense heat, and mirages danced in the distance, toying with his senses.
He squinted his eyes, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow, as he steeled himself for the trials that awaited him in this harsh, unforgiving realm.
In stark contrast, the group of friends who had chosen Normal appeared in a serene meadow, surrounded by an explosion of blooming flowers and gentle streams.
The realm seemed peaceful, almost inviting, with a deceptive beauty that masked the challenges within.
However, much to their surprise, the group found themselves separated, each one standing alone in this picturesque setting.
Meanwhile, Daimon stood alone in his realm, a dark, ancient castle rising before him like a haunting sentinel.
The atmosphere was thick with mystery and foreboding. A single gust of wind rattled the old banners hanging from the walls, and distant echoes seemed to whisper secrets in the air.
Daimon welcomed the uncertainty, a thrill of excitement coursing through his immortal veins. This was the moment he had been waiting for - a chance to confront the unknown in all its grandeur.
As each participant adjusted to their new surroundings, the screen appeared once again, displaying the instructions for this Tutorial Floor.
[Welcome to the Tutorial Floor]
[Mission: Defeat the monster (0/1)]
The atmosphere crackled with tension, each realm emanating otherworldly energy that mirrored the emotions of its occupant.
In the realm of Normal, the serene meadow began to tremble, and from the depths of the verdant foliage, a fierce wolf emerged.
Its eyes glowed with an ominous intensity, and its fangs glistened with a hunger for battle.
The woman who had chosen this path took a step back, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.
She steadied her trembling hands, clutching the weapon given by the system. Her eyes never left the wolf, and a determination began to rise within her.
"I can do this," she whispered to herself, the words echoing amidst the rustling leaves. With a deep breath, she focused her gaze on the beast before her.
The wolf growled, sensing her resolve, and in an instant, the battle began.
In the realm of Hard, a mighty bear emerged from the shadows, its presence exuding a palpable aura of strength and danger.
The man who had chosen this path gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing with anticipation.
He glanced at the weapon in his hand, feeling its weight, and his eyes met the intense gaze of the bear.
He knew this would be no ordinary fight, but he welcomed the challenge with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Let's do this," he muttered, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. As the bear charged, he swung his weapon with precision, meeting the brute force with his own determination.
In the realm of Hell, a monstrous serpent slithered out from the scorching ground, its eyes glinting with an unholy hunger.
The air was thick with heat, and the man who had chosen this path wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling the weight of the moment.
He tightened his grip on the weapon, mentally preparing himself for the battle that lay ahead.
The serpent coiled, its venomous fangs poised to strike, and the man's heart raced as he braced himself for the impending clash.
"Let's see what you've got," he growled, his eyes narrowing with focus. With a swift movement, he lunged at the serpent, the battle unfolding in a flurry of strikes and evasions.
Meanwhile, Daimon stood with a wry smile in his realm, facing the dark, ancient castle before him.
The atmosphere was heavy with mystery and foreboding. A single gust of wind rattled the old banners hanging from the walls, and distant echoes seemed to whisper secrets in the air.
The colossal black dragon appeared, its wings stretched wide, and its eyes filled with a pearl of age-old wisdom that pierced through time itself.
Daimon met the dragon's gaze with an intense determination, his demeanor unyielding.
"Ah, my dear dragon," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and resolve, "shall we dance?"
The dragon roared, its thunderous voice reverberating through the realm.
It was a challenge that transcended mere physicality - it was a test of spirit, wit, and the depths of the immortal's being.
Daimon moved with fluid grace, his every step dance of danger and excitement. He parried the dragon's attacks with calculated precision, his crimson eyes alight with the thrill of the unknown.
"You are a formidable opponent," he remarked, a smile dancing on his lips as he engaged the dragon in a fierce aerial duel. "But I relish this challenge."
The dragon's response was a mighty roar, and the battle intensified, the clash of strength echoing in the ancient halls.
As the trials unfolded, each participant's fate hung in the balance. In the face of adversity, they discovered hidden reservoirs of strength, courage, and determination they never knew they possessed.
In the realm of Normal, the woman's heart pounded, but with each strike against the fierce wolf, her confidence grew. She dodged and countered with newfound skill, unleashing her own inner power to overcome the beast.
In the realm of Hard, the man faced the mighty bear with unwavering resolve. His every movement was calculated, and as he faced the beast head-on, he tapped into a tenacity that surprised even himself.
In the realm of Hell, the man fought with fiery determination, his every strike aimed with purpose.
He faced the monstrous serpent with unwavering courage, meeting its venomous gaze with his own unyielding will.
Meanwhile, Daimon's battle with the black dragon was a dance of danger and elegance. His movements were a symphony of grace, each step an expression of his immortal prowess.
The trials were a true testament to their characters, and as they fought, they learned not only about the world towers but about themselves.
The Tutorial Floor demanded their utmost courage, resilience, and inner strength.
As the battles raged on, each participant fought their own personal battle, discovering the depths of their abilities, the breadth of their resolve, and the courage to face the unknown.
The arena echoed with the clashing of weapons, the roars of beasts, and the triumphant cries of participants who emerged victorious.
In the face of these formidable trials, they found something profound - the realization that they were capable of overcoming even the most insurmountable challenges.
The Tutorial Floor was not just about defeating monsters; it was about unlocking the power within, the power to save not just themselves but the world.
And as they fought on, the journey of self-discovery and the quest to save the world continued.