I will be the Strongest

Chapter 19

Seeing him standing on the sand, the giants ran towards him. Their feet treading on the water and causing waves big enough for Hye to need to climb on one of the trees surrounding him.

As the waves grew larger and the creatures approached, Hye jumped into the forest, soon followed by the monsters who, without any hesitation, ran over the trees.

A moment of silence ensued after the giants shook the forest with their steps, and, looking around, the two continued searching for the one they had seen before.

"Little man, show yourself. We won't hurt you... much. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!!"

As the laughter echoed, their hands moved the leaves around, allowing them to see the surroundings more clearly by clearing the trees from their path.

His foot lifted, stepping over the trees, and the moment it touched the ground again, a literally imperceptible wound was made on his side.

[The enemy has been poisoned by the venomous dagger]

The giant attempted to step again, but before his foot could reach the treetops, his knee hit the ground.

"Hey! What happened?"

His companion tried to lift him, however, with a sickly expression and unfocused gaze, blood expelled from his mouth and nose, the creature collapsed to the ground in moments.

"HEY!"

The remaining giant rose. His widened eyes scanned every corner of the surroundings, yet nothing was found.

Suddenly, something hit the surface of his hand. A warm red liquid dripped from his fist, painting the trees below. His vision blurred and reddened significantly, as if something was being poured over his eyes.

Vain attempts at movement. His body was paralyzed. His arm wouldn't budge, and his legs trembled as his strength rapidly faded. His first knee went to the ground.

His mind raced along with his eyes, which, even seeing everything through a red filter, continued searching for the possible cause of it all. Anger filled him, and hatred dominated his mind along with fear, but as he choked on his own blood, speaking was not a viable option.

After a brief sway, a moment of instability, his next knee fell, causing his body to meet the ground and creating a large amount of dust that reached the middle of the surrounding trees.

Lying was unnecessary, for pain was not something he was feeling at this moment. Regardless of what it was, whatever was used against them acted so swiftly that he couldn't even feel the possible pains that could come. The reason behind his desire to find the culprit was simply due to the urge to pour his hatred on that person, even if mentally, as speaking was no longer possible.

His vision briefly darkened, and with one last glimpse through his eyes, the perpetrator could finally be seen. A being so small and seemingly fragile, walking calmly toward him as his blood flowed on the ground around.

'Damn...' was the only and last thing he could think.

Then everything went dark.

[Congratulations]

[Level 2 of the Tower of Six's first floor has been successfully completed]

[Level 3 will soon begin]

"It seems I was really right... Their weakness is poison."

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A small whirlwind appeared in the air, growing gradually as mana slowly accumulated in front of the white doors. Passing through the golden vortex, a hand emerged and reached for the handle of one of the doors.

"Oh, you finally made it. Did you enjoy your night? Or should I say, ‘your nights’? Seriously, five days is a bit much, don’t you think?"

Smiling, Lior spun mid-air, making way for the pillow that followed behind. With a counter-spin, he returned to lying on the sofa.

Alyia sighed.

"Don’t even remind me... That guy seems to have divine luck."

"Let me guess."

Lior smiled, turning his head to the side.

"For managing to date you?"

His smile remained, but the pillow came flying back at him. He easily dodged it—at first. However, with a sudden change in direction, it smacked him in the face, silencing his laughter.

"Stop joking. I’m serious. Have you seen Auntie lately?"

Struggling to remove the pillow from his face, Lior finally managed, smiling as he replied.

"No, why? Are you afraid she’ll find out about your romance?"

With no chance to resist, the pillow stuck to his face again.

"Of course not. Besides being busy, she’s probably furious right now. Especially after finding out that Miss Samantha was taken by a portal..."

"What?!"

Despite his shout, the sound was almost completely muffled by the pillow, which Lior quickly pulled off again, holding it down on his lap.

"The secretary was taken into a portal? So..."

Alyia sighed, letting her body fall onto the armchair next to the sofa where Lior lay.

"Yes, he was with her when it happened too."

"Wow, he really does have 'divine' luck..."

Squeezing the pillow between his legs, Lior laid back down on the cozy sofa.

"He spent five days with you and was then taken by a random portal right after... That guy is something else."

The entire sofa flipped upside down.

"And what about what I asked you to do? Did you do it?"

"Yeah..."

His hands were the first to emerge, followed by his head. With apparent effort, Lior tried to crawl out from under the sofa.

"And where are they? In the training room?"

"No... in my bedroom. They were... checking out my weapons."

"Really? You left them alone in your room...? With all your weapons...? All of them?"

Lior stood up, briefly stretching his back.

"It’s fine, only the training weapons are in my room. And I needed a bit of peace."

Climbing the invisible stairs to the second floor, they walked down the seemingly endless hallway and entered one of the many doors in the place. The room revealed itself in a grand and meticulously arranged manner, with each object precisely where it should be, especially the few books on the shelf next to the bed. The bed, not only free of any dust, had an entire row of empty slots on the shelf, except for the eight carefully spaced supports that rested there, perfectly aligned.

Opening the door beside the mirror, a beautiful garden stretched out before their eyes and...

"What the hell..."

Lior glanced to the side. The blade embedded in the door, lodged between his head and Alyia’s, gleamed intensely.

"Sorry..." the twins said.