While Daniel was asleep, in the deepest and most hidden part of the Holy City, a large number of players had gathered.
Most of them were standing, while the strongest ones were seated around a table. There was one empty seat—it was clear they were waiting for someone.
"I didn't expect this floor to be a group mission," said one of the seated players, a young man with long red hair.
"That's how the Tower is. You can never predict what the next floor will be like," replied another young man with blue hair who had his eyes closed to calm his mind.
"Just out of curiosity… is your mission also to fulfill the Paragon's request successfully?" asked a girl with black hair tied into bunny ears from across the table.
"Yeah… but what even is this Paragon? Why are we gathered here in the first place?" the red-haired boy asked. It was clear he was running out of patience.
