Max Level Newbie

The Vulcan rapped his ears and spoke to himself.

Several faces flashed across my mind in a flash.

Hokulus and Honus, who would be angry after reading his note by now, Icarus, the Heavenly King waiting for him at the Tower of Babel, and Dokgofu, who was so whining that he was told not to call me anymore.….

Vulcan waved his hand to erase the illusions that came to his fore.

Then he took the key out of the inventory, pinned it toward the door in the middle, and moved toward the place where the barbell tower was located.

A barbell tower stretching so high that you can't tell where the end is, as before.

The monument in front of it was also welcoming the blanks with a dangerous atmosphere.

A heavy sigh came from the mouth of the Vulcan who saw it.

I've always wanted to boost my nerve and move on to the next level, but...….’

As he boasted to Hoculus, the Vulcan was determined to raise the level of his physical strength and move on to it.

It was a blanks that he thought would probably change the moment he reached level 2000, or level 450, the same as when he reached level 500, and believed that that was the only way to solve his own stagnant situation.

But the more time passes, the more you manage the summer.

Vulcan realized that it was simply too much to achieve the level of 450 in his temperament and around his head.

It didn't make any sense in the first place.

Hokulus, the highest power in Act 3, is barely over 500, and only four gods have more than 450.

No matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to reach level 450 with a talent below average when it comes to ruling the lower world.

I wasn't just saying it because I didn't want to.

The Vulcan knew it for sure at the moment of twenty years.

Oh, I can't wake up in this direction!

Just in case, the summer people no longer opened their minds to themselves, although they spent 20 more years in the dark because they couldn't see any other way than this.

A situation in which the tower of Babel is equally entangled.

In that situation, Vulcan felt great nervousness.

The other gods were no longer afraid of the monster, Rock Seager, that attacked them.

I had no choice but to. The powerful gods of over 50 are turning their eyes away from the restraining power of the horse, and it would be strange to be scared.

But he couldn't be as comfortable as he knew how great Rock Seager's predation, and how great the growth was.

He was completely different from the Foward and the chimera maker of Act II.

A terrible hybrid, created by a combination of all sorts of bizarre beings and coincidental situations in the world.

He was like a pronoun of fear, which was so huge that the end could never be seen, combined with malice and appetite.

You spend your time off guard against such a guy?

Not anyone else, but the Vulcan, who had ever competed with him, could never.

Perhaps that's why Powell cut off all the gods and went into action.

He clenched his teeth and raised his head.

The elongated tower of Babel, with no end in sight even with his great vision, was seen again.

'In the end... ...we have no choice but to break the system!’

That's why the Vulcan thought of it.

In a frustrating and driving situation where he couldn't raise his level of physical strength or physical strength, the path he chose was "a bigger realization."

Of course he knew, too. The deeper the gap between the body and the mind, the narrower the chances of reaching enlightenment.

That's why even Icarus, who told him to be free from the system, took level restrictions seriously.

But even so, I couldn't help it.

Rather than sitting still and feeling one's own limitations because there is no way, trying to reach a higher level by aiming for a really small chance.

That's what he had to do, Vulcan thought so.

'......maybe you don't know. Fight, bump into more powerful enemies...... dying, learning something there, maybe a great realization...….’

And maybe that huge realization can bring about enough mental growth to break this damn "system."

The bullcans who had thought so far put together their spirit.

It was a message to himself, who was constantly trying to be weak.

The once mentally armed Bulk entered the Tower of Babel with unshakable steps, and quickly climbed the stairs.

The goal is to conquer the Tower of Babel!

And it was the transcendence of the system.

*

As expected, the road ahead of the Vulcan was very bumpy.

As soon as he climbed up the 101st floor, the system message seemed to suggest ominousness.

[Passed through the mid-level of the Tower of Babel.]

[Enters the upper section of the Tower of Babel.]

[From the moment they enter the upper area, the tower climber will have five more chances to revive.]

[Number of Resurrection Possible: Number 9]

[Great and fearful beings who have lived through the ages of eternity] It may be hard to even 'exist' in front of them. I wish you good luck.]

A chilling message, more serious than previous warning statements.

As he was heading toward the 101st floor corridor, the Vulcan stopped.

But knowing there was no other way, he turned off the system's notification and moved forward.

The 101-story floormaster, the Jade Emperor, faced with him.

In front of him, the Vulcan felt a huge shock before even fighting.

The feeling of one's own presence itself being distorted and scattered, as if confronting the energy of emptiness on the 100th floor.

Vulcan, who would realize that it was due to the presence of a floormaster sitting on a huge jade seat and looking down on him, put all his might and raised the energy of epilepsy and flames.

His ego, which seemed to be extinguished in the face of a huge typhoon, flamed again, and splashed a rough spark.

the Jade Emperor, who looks at the scene with surprise

A loud voice came from his mouth as if he were falling apart.

That's very surprising. ... I thought you were as insignificant as an ant, but you're not short of fighting me.

"......looks solemn and has a long tongue."

If you want, let's get started. I can't stand it anymore.

As soon as the word was over, the Jade Emperor stood up, banging the throne with both hands.

The strength of it was so strong that a jade seat about the size of a mountain range was crushed to dust.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

Pussies... ...

Scenery of the surrounding area, dusted with tremendous noise.

To fight through and face the huge hand approaching, the Vulcan launched a lightning rod with all his might, and launched an attack on him before even realizing that he was wielding it.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

A bigger shock wave spread through the concentric circle than before.

If this was the Earth, the destructive power would not have been strange if mankind had been destroyed with this single blow.

Indeed, it was quite a blow, the Jade Emperor's arms had flown cleanly to the upper part of his elbow.

But the Jade Emperor, who was hit by it, stared at his arm with no change in his expression, smiled glisteningly and turned his eyes toward the Vulcan.

He said so.

It's a pleasure... ...a pleasure. I hate to send you up there, but...I'm starting to feel like I have no choice but to send it up...….

Unlike weak words, however, the Jade Emperor gives off an indifferent bright light and regenerates his arms.

He stretched out his arms again, and a huge typhoon was created from his open hands.

But... ...it won't go well...….

Instead of replying to his words, Vulcan lifted the lightning sword of the brain cavity.

His sword had a blazing flame and a thunderclap, and the fight began.

*

The Vulcan climbed the Tower of Babel step by step.

The Jade Emperor on the 101st floor, Isanagi on the 102nd floor, and Isanami on the 103rd floor.

All three of them were sick and tired of them, and even the Vulcan managed to finish them and go up to the next floor after overcoming the crisis of death.

Of course, as soon as they were beaten, they did not immediately go up to the next floor.

It was a blister that took what he could get through repeated battles with them to the fullest extent, and only after he was judged to have nothing more to learn, to move on to the next floor.

He recalled a long time ago, when he attacked a drain.

I remembered being surprised to see the 999 level Yeo Dong-bin, who had been pushing Lex Lubro, who had risen to the level of four digits due to the cursed technique, throughout the day.

Yeo Dong-bin, who played with her opponent with less physical abilities and stats.

Recalling his appearance as a skilled cook who makes more delicious dishes with the same ingredients, it was a blister that made him believe that he could also exert more power with just the given stats.

So Vulcan climbed the Tower of Babel again, determined to weaken himself.

104th floor, 105th floor, and 106th floor.

But little by little, the limit is approaching.

The moment he died on the 107th floor, Vulcan could feel it faintly.

Although he was able to climb to the 108th floor after a second attempt, the fact that his concentration was broken during the battle itself meant that it was becoming increasingly difficult to climb the Tower of Babel Tower of Babel.

Let's not let this happen again, with the mind that no more mistakes could be tolerated, he climbed the tower again, but the walls that blocked him gradually became high and thick.

It was not comforting to clear the 109th floor without losing its life.

Twice on the 110th floor.

And three times on the 111th floor.

With only three chances left for revival, Vulcan felt like giving up everything.

No matter how well you fight, it didn't work.

No matter how hard you squeeze, save, and use your power efficiently, you couldn't tell well against the floormaster of the Babel Tower, which is becoming more powerful.

Of course, if the gap between the stats came to be so great that it was meaningless, it might be possible to chop up the 110-story floormasters.

But in the present situation where there is a gap between the physical and physical levels, which is so high that it reaches the upper reaches of the Tower of Babel...….

Climbing the path of sublime enlightenment was more difficult than finding a ring in the deep sea.

Eventually, the Vulcan arrived at the stairs leading to the 112th floor and collapsed in a completely hopeless mood.

Although he is definitely ahead of himself, he can win with just a little more push.

He was unable to maintain his proper spirit as the mana he was given to him, the lack of the stats, was repeated to be defeated.

Despite such a penalty, I'll do better! A positive commitment to do no more work.

Only the negative thoughts and grunts of why these limits had come to him filled his head, and made his mood subside endlessly.

'This is where we go. . . . ..’

At last, the Vulcan is thinking of leaving the Tower of Babel without feeling confident.

Undoubtedly, he tried to leave the tower in the same way as many other humans, elves, Dwaffes, Suin people, and ancient tribes who had hit the limit.

“…….”

But I couldn't.

He pondered over the path he had taken so far.

The first time he felt he met the wall was when he first met Rock Seager, and so he fell into the abyss of 'fear'.

And the second was now.

It meant that he had only hit the wall twice, which others face countless times.

That's the kind of thing... To borrow the expression of Dokgooh, I thought it was not polite for them to give up so easily when they walked along the Silk Road without much trouble.

I felt ashamed to see the six zones who were going through the hardships of life to become God.

Such thoughts held the Vulcan back as hard as he could to get out of the Tower of Babel, and after a long period of contemplation, Vulcan turned his figure and moved to the stairs leading to the 112th floor.

No, it was the moment I tried to move.

A ring.

[A friend request has been received from an unfamiliar partner.]

[Will you accept?] Yes / No]