Absolute Cheater-Chapter 382: Infinity City II

The next day arrived swiftly, and the moment the gates to the Infinity Tower opened, Asher and the four women split up, each heading to their designated entry point.

Asher stood before a wide, rune-etched gateway suspended in a circular platform of floating obsidian. Light drifted around him in soft spirals, pulsing in rhythm with the tower’s breath. At this location—the one assigned specifically to him—no one else was allowed. Not even his companions could step in with him. He was alone.

He took one last glance behind him at the city skyline, then turned to face the gate. The faint words "Floor 200" glowed across its surface—the last floor he had reached in his previous ascent. The floor where he had stopped.

His crimson eyes narrowed. "No more holding back."

Asher raised his hand and placed it on the glowing sigil. The gate pulsed. It recognized him. Accepted him.

The tower shimmered, and then—

He stepped through.

In an instant, the world shifted. Light wrapped around him like mist, and then cleared to reveal a wide battlefield of shattered platforms and suspended fragments of land. He stood at the edge of Floor 201.

This was his new trial.

Asher exhaled slowly, cracking his knuckles. "Now... which path should I use today?"

He closed his eyes briefly, weighing the options. "My Sanguine Supreme is alreay well developed so is my Swordsmanship and Sword Aura"

He opened his crimson eyes, glowing faintly green at the edges with inner soul light.

"...Let’s walk the Summoner’s Path."

He reached deep within his Soul Core, his aura expanding in a silent explosion. The ground trembled slightly as a black mark bloomed beneath his feet—a soul circle.

From it, three figures emerged like shadows stepping through fog:

The Dread Dragon King — A colossal black-scaled dragon, its wings broad enough to darken the sky above the floating field. Its body crackled with veins of soulfire, and each breath it released carried silent death.

The Hollow Knight — Armored in cursed obsidian, with a greatsword that hummed with Law of Severance. His eyes were pits of glowing red beneath a cracked helm, and his every step echoed like tolling bells of war.

The Six-Eternal Empress — His most recent and powerful summon. A regal woman with grey-toned skin, white flowing hair, black eyes that shimmered with starlight, and six soul orbs floating around her. She radiated a terrifying presence—a fusion of all Reapers he had previously bound. She was the combination of all Reaper he got from the Hundred Mountain Gates.

Asher stood in the center, hands in his sleeves, face calm. The moment his boots touched the platform of Floor 201, it pulsed violently, sensing the arrival of a force far beyond what most had ever brought here.

Asher stood in the center, hands in his sleeves, face calm. The moment his boots touched the platform of Floor 201, it pulsed violently, sensing the arrival of a force far beyond what most had ever brought here.

And it was right to tremble.

He didn’t even need to raise a hand.

Just by releasing a thin thread of his mana, his enemies fell.

The air around him cracked with pressure. Hundreds of summoned warriors—beings formed by the Tower to test him—simply crumbled. Their bodies disintegrated into dust as the raw density of his Sanguine-infused mana swept through them. By the time the floor activated its next sequence, it was already over.

So he walked.

Floor 202. Cleared.

Floor 203. Cleared.

No pause. No resistance. The tower escalated—faster than ever before. But no matter how many soul-forged enemies it threw at him, they didn’t matter.

By Floor 300, the Tower had stopped using humanoid enemies and started sending colossal beasts of law.

Still, Asher didn’t move.

The Dread Dragon King tore them apart from the skies. The Hollow Knight shattered their cores in duels. And the Six-Eternal Empress unleashed soul storms that silenced entire floors in seconds.

When a particularly powerful construct tried to resist at Floor 400—a beast shaped like a thunder-born hydra with four heads roaring in unison—it never got the chance to attack. A single glare from Asher ignited the blood in its veins. It imploded from within.

By the time he reached Floor 600, the Tower’s tone changed. No longer was it testing him—it was challenging his right to keep ascending. It started to manifest Law Avatars, fragments of true Laws given shape, trying to slow him down.

He destroyed them too.

Floor 700, 800, 900...

He passed through them like a storm walking through paper homes.

Finally—Floor 1000.

Here, the Tower paused.

For the first time since he entered, Asher’s steps slowed. The air shifted. The platform was empty for a moment, and then—

A gate of black fire appeared.

Finally, Asher reached the floor where the monsters matched his level.

The Tower no longer sent mere constructs or echoes of warriors—it sent true threats. The kind only a World Ranker could face.

A pulse of pressure rippled through the floor, and the space twisted open.

From the glowing gate stepped a monstrous beast—a massive, three-headed hound, each of its skulls bearing a different elemental flame: one red as magma, one white as soulfire, and one black as devouring void. Its body was armored with obsidian scales and lined with ancient runic scars that pulsed with primal Law.

A low growl shook the very air.

Asher, now standing at the threshold of early World Rank, didn’t flinch. He simply watched.

This wasn’t his fight.

Not directly.

"This one will do," he murmured.

With a flick of his wrist, he called upon one of his Reapers. A shadow twisted beside him—and stepped forward.

The Hollow Knight.

A figure in pitch-black armor with a broken crown of bone, sword held in silence. His aura exuded stillness, death, and perfect precision.

The beast roared. The Hollow Knight didn’t answer.

The battle began instantly.

The three-headed monster lunged, jaws coated in three different Laws ready to consume soul, flesh, and mind.

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