Guild Wars

After introducing the family to each other, Draco made sure to teach Lucitera call her other Mamas by their special names. As such, Zaine became 'Mama Booty', Roma became 'Mama Sexy' and Hikari became 'Mama Beauty'. The three sister wives didn't even get mad, especially since Lucitera pronounced it as 'Mama Boti', 'Mama Schexi', and 'Mama Bwuti', which simple made their hearts melt.

As for having their baby girl call them Mama and Papa respectively, they weren't in a rush. They knew that she was smarter than the average newborn by far, so they rather enjoyed making her call others by unique names.

Now that they were near the top, Draco hung out with his folks while he gave the others time to catch up. The ones who were trailing eventually reached the higher floors, except for the human concubines who eventually gave up at the 81st floor.

Seeing that everyone was satisfied somewhat, he collected them all into his Inner Universe, leaving only himself as he turned and faced the final step. Draco smirked widely as he folded his arms behind his back, a cold aura emerging from his body.

"I hope you had a good time making me suffer previously. As I am a narrow-minded and petty person, I shall make good on my promise and make you pay me back 200-fold for all the grievances you've caused me!"

With that threat, Draco took the final step.

The moment he did, the heavens shone down brilliantly and blinded him, casting its holy light on his body.

Well, the heavens tried to blind him in a fit of divine melodrama, but he had the Eyes of Caelo, meaning he couldn't be blinded by anything. So it was just unnecessary and really quite embarrassing, but Draco only folded his arms and watched.

Eventually, he got sucked into a vortex and his location changed from the floor to a level that existed in an Inner World. This world was similar to Norma's Treasury, only that the quality of energy was far lower.

While Norma had everything up to the Origin Rank, this one only had up to Divine level. It was saturated with Worldly and Aetheric Energy, though, which meant that the Divine Energy here was not too bad.

In this Inner World, the sky was dark blue and looked like a mixture of the atmosphere from a stable planet during the day and the starry sky from that same planet in the night. The land was a mixture of wide grassy plains and seemed to run endlessly and a barren, wasteland with silver colored earth.

In the center of this wasteland was a large throne that was made of silver marble with lines running through it. No one was seated on this giant sized throne, but before it was a table that looked like it was meant for military tactics.

It contained a landscape map that categorized all the 99 floors of the Tower like a journey to the west. Each floor glowed and had a 3D representation, showing the contents of the floor as well as those who had passed it and reached there, with a high score list ranking back to the establishment of the Tower.

Draco took this all in with narrowed eyes. This was definitely the Control Room of the Tower, where the creator had likely designed all the floors and assessed the candidates who came here. However, Draco speculated that after the Divine War that destroyed the old era, the creator must have either died or was locked up in heaven.

He suspected the former to be likelier than the latter.

Why, you might ask? Are you crazy? In that Divine War, Dragons got slaughtered and even a Semi-Origin Goddess like Norma had been forced into hiding.

What were the chances a mere Divinity would be able to survive it?

The creator was definitely not someone at the same level as Norma. The difference between the Tower and the Treasury was too obvious, and anyone who understood the process between the two would understand that the Tower was far inferior.

Still, the question remained, why was he in the Control Room rather than the 100th floor? When you think about it, it's quite simple.

Someone realized they had fucked up and were going to suffer severely. In a fit of wisdom, they must have decided to try and appease the offended person with a prize they thought was too valuable to pass up.

You see, this was actually not a bad way of thinking. It would have worked if Draco hadn't already made up his mind that the best treasure to bring home would be the Tower itself, which he intended turn into a training ground for Umbra's members!

That would occur whether he beat up the Tower Spirit or not, so how could this be called appeasement?

Rather, Draco was curious about the supposed 'Divinity' one would achieve after they reached the top. The Tower Spirit had watched his journey, especially on the last floor set.

As such, it must have understood that that Divinity was something Draco would reach even if he didn't put in effort. What's more the Origin level was also on the table.

Its meager method of granting Divinity would probably not touch his eyes, and rather control of the entire tower would appeal to him more.

Sigh, poor Tower Spirit. Ever since Draco entered this tower, you have consistently made the wrong decision over and over again, and even at the final moment, you made the wrong decision AGAIN.

Just… just take your beating and go. Looking at you is even tiring now.

However, it was clear that the Tower Spirit would definitely not show itself. As such, Draco would have to find it himself. This was not a problem as his red eyes with sonar like pulses gleamed, and he activated the dormant Eyes of Caelo!

Locate that fucking Tower Spirit!

Draco's eyes turned left and right, assessing the truth of the world around him until it stopped at a certain location, and his lips curled into a cruel grin. On the side of the throne, specifically on the right armrest, there was a special terminal that was shaped like a ashtray with glowing white light within.

However, with normal sight, that terminal was dim and not working. With the eyes of Caelo, Draco could see that the majority of the Tower's power ran through this terminal, and a small fairy like existence was cowering within.

When he 'locked on' to the Tower Spirit, it was as if it could feel Draco's burning glance, and it froze in place. However, it refused to believe that this measly human could find its noble existence, so it stayed put but still shook.

Draco smirked and approached the throne as if he had not noticed the Tower Spirit and inspected it. The throne was large and sturdy, so it was impossible for him who was human sized to sit on it. As such, he took out a Gigantification potion and drank it with ease.

"Arrrghhh!" Draco roared as he expanded rapidly, going from human size to Sentinel size. Now, he was large enough that the throne was too small, so he manually adjusted his size using his Tier 5 Body of Godliness.

It was hard to grow larger using that, as he needed more mass, but it was far easier to grow smaller by displacing and compressing mass. Not only that, but it actually exponentially increased his defenses the smaller he got, as well as his vitality.

Draco made himself a perfect fit for the throne and glanced at it with fake longing.

The Tower Spirit saw this and sneered. For the first time, it resented its creator for limiting it to using rules established by themselves. If left to the Tower Spirit, it would have easily destroyed a mere fly like Draco, but it was so stifled that the methods it could use were not good enough.

Usually it was fine, as the others could barely survive on the later floors, and the Tower Spirit even had to bend the rules for many contenders to reach this point. After all, it didn't hate every contender, and was actively trying to see a candidate succeed instead of die.

The problem was fucking Draco and his wives who broke common sense with their power, their talent, their growth rate and that fucking inner world of his where they kept spawning from!

As such, the tower realized he was breaking the balance of the floors and the entire safe zone with his presence and actions. This was not against the rules, and a talented candidate more than fulfilled its creator's standards.

However, for the sake of balance, the Tower Spirit sent its subordinate to inform Draco of the problems he was causing, but who knew he would become greedy and dare to extort the Tower Spirit for causing 'mental damages'??

The tower had been forced to payout in pain due to the rules, and this was when Draco had first offended the Tower Spirit. It felt cheated and humiliated, so it disliked Draco, but it had not yet turned into hate. Its dislike grew when he began selling legendary weapons to game the system and also caused that spectacle where other tower climbers had to be punished through tricks.

The real dealbreaker was when it wanted to use the rules to retrain Draco a bit, so when his wives reached Rank 5, it informed him that he could not climb with them anymore. At that moment, the Tower Spirit had vented out its dissatisfaction at being bullied and was willing to let bygones be bygones.

Who knew Draco and Eva were so tyrannical and unreasonable that they burned all bridges with the Tower Spirit after that?

The Tower Spirit was speechless. Who knew there were mortals even more arrogant and tyrannical than its own master, a Divine being? Who the hell did they think they were? Did they think it would be scared of their anger?

Of course, as Draco and Eva climbed higher and displayed more of their power, its fear grew until now where it regretted everything, but was too proud to admit it. Even now, it still held onto hope, because its master had left some divine-tier protective protocols to protect the tower.

All Draco needed to do was sit in the throne, and he would die like a dog. The Tower Spirit screamed with excitement internally when it thought of that scene, and it couldn't wait for Draco to sit his gigantic buttocks in that seat!

Do it! Do it now, mortal scum!

Draco slowly sat down, his booty inching every closer onto that seat. The Tower Spirit's eyes became red as it wished it could slap him down onto that seat. It also began to sigh with relief, feeling that this crisis had been averted, and it could now resume its actions in peace.

"Man, it must've been hard, eh? How dare that fellow make you suffer like this?" A strangely smarmy voice spoke soothingly.

"Exactly! Such a meager mortal daring to usurp the heavens is just unsightly! Luckily, I have many ways to deal with him at this time!" A childish, yet melodic voice spoke as the Tower Spirit smiled peacefully.

"Hmph, he deserves it! I wonder, what's the protocol the creator left behind?" The smarmy voice continued softly.

"It's an avatar that I can manifest into with some of his divine power to get rid of anyone aiming to usurp his control over the tower!" The Tower Spirit answered defenselessly as it watched Draco continue to sit in the throne.

"So without you, it can't work?" The smarmy voice asked with praise and awe.

"That's right! My master knows that I am the best defender of his power, and so entrusted me with this!" The Tower Spirit puffed out its chest and answered smugly.

Suddenly, Draco, who was sitting, paused and suddenly stood up. He turned to face the Tower Spirit in the right terminal and smirked with his arms folded.

"You absolute, fucking retard."

The Tower Spirit was stunned by the sudden change and then began to sweat profusely. It turned towards the direction of the smarmy voice it had been subconsciously replying only to see it was a spiritual project of Draco at its very own size.

Not only could this spiritual project exist within its terminal, but it could touch the Tower Spirit directly.

"Hello, my name is Draco, but you're only gonna get to know my D."