Death God of the Drifting Moon - Chapter 83 -

Cale Virel was just a normal office worker.He was bored and tired of his life, waiting for it to end.And then—Bam!One night, two robbers targeted him!And instead of surrendering, he fought back!Though, in the middle of doing so—PHUCK!He got stabbed and died...He didn't regret it though.After all, he's not really afraid of death anymore.And so...He rested in peace..........Or so he thought!Cale Virel—“Huh? What the fuck?”He woke up as a young slave named Kaiser in a different world!And given another life he didn't ask for again—“Fuck this shit!”Cale, or should I say—Kaiser—“Ugh, whatever.”Decided to live it... By just doing whatever he feels like until he dies.

The Age of Celestials has arrived.

In the world where Vincent was sent into, the existence of Celestial Beings greatly stimulated the advancement of humanity. With their help, the humans started breaking out of their shackles as they exceeded the limitations of their mortal bodies.

They have passed down mana cultivation techniques and various combat arts increasing their strength as they fought against the true enemies of the world…

However, as Vincent was sent by his grandfather to complete a very unusual mission, he learned that these majestic Celestial Beings weren’t gods or existences out of his reach… They were actually tools or weapons that humans have been using for their own greed. More than that, he discovered the true origin of the Celestials!

Hence, with the help of his System, he mounted a rebellion…

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.

「Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.」「Ah, yes.」「Why did you dye it all of a sudden?」「Because…yesterday…」Shimizu-san, who sat next to me and had dyed her hair from blonde to black gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.