Absolute Cheater-Chapter 383: Infinity Tower

The Hollow Knight raised his sword.

For a moment, the world fell silent—then everything exploded into motion.

The three-headed beast leapt, each mouth trailing an elemental blaze of destruction. The left head unleashed a wave of magma, crashing forward like a living volcano. The right breathed pure soulfire, ghostly and white, burning on a level that could sear the soul from the body. The central head exhaled void—a black storm that devoured sound and color as it surged.

But the Hollow Knight was already gone.

With no visible motion, he appeared above the magma head, sword plunging downward. His blade, glowing with the Law of Severance, cleaved clean through the monster’s armor, slicing an obsidian horn in half. A burst of dark ichor followed—but it wasn’t enough to slow the creature.

The hound reared back and twisted midair. Its central head snapped toward the knight with void-charged fangs. The space around the jaws collapsed, dragging everything inward.

The Hollow Knight stepped through space.

Not moved—stepped through it. The void attack missed entirely as he reappeared at the beast’s flank, driving his sword in again. This time, a shockwave followed.

The Law of Severance activated.

The beast’s left hind leg detached. There was no wound, no cut—just separation. As if the limb had always been separate from the body. The creature staggered with a howl that split the platform apart.

Chunks of floating land shattered around them.

The magma head retaliated, sending up spears of molten earth. Dozens launched in an instant. The Hollow Knight blurred between them, his armor untouched, blade moving with surgical calm. He batted away each strike with practiced minimalism, never using more motion than necessary.

Then came the soulfire head.

It opened its jaws and unleashed a piercing howl, a pulse of compressed soul-rending energy that stripped the very concept of vitality. Even Asher, standing far away, narrowed his eyes slightly as the wave reached him.

But the Hollow Knight stood firm.

His armor flared. The Law of Stillness activated—an absolute, unshakable quiet settled around him. The soul wave stopped dead, caught in a sphere of null motion. Within that bubble, time ceased to flow.

The knight stepped out of it—and into the hound’s blind spot.

With both hands, he drove his sword into the central spine. Law symbols ignited across the blade’s surface. They flared gold, then silver, then black—as the full might of his bound laws surged forth.

Severance. Stillness. Precision. Silence. Ruin.

The fusion of five Laws surged.

With a single downward slice, he cut the beast’s connection to its Laws.

The creature reared in agony. One by one, its heads faltered.

The magma flame dimmed. The soulfire extinguished. The void head tried to rebuild energy, but the rupture in its Law source caused its form to glitch, skipping frames of reality like a corrupted recording.

The Hollow Knight didn’t wait.

He leapt high—sword raised.

As he descended, the blade gleamed with a sharpened fragment of Universal Law. Absolute Severance. He brought it down in a final, unbroken arc—

And the beast split apart. Not just its body.

Its existence.

The three-headed monster dissolved into motes of broken Law, unraveling into ash and stardust as if it had never been real to begin with. What remained drifted upward, caught in the windless space of the tower.

And just like that...

Floor 1000 was cleared.

Asher let out a breath, arms still calmly folded inside his sleeves.

"Good warm-up," he murmured, watching the Hollow Knight silently return to his side. No words were exchanged.

They didn’t need any.

The black flame gate ahead flickered and faded—revealing a glowing staircase made of translucent crystal, spiraling upward into darkness that not even soul-sight could penetrate.

Asher narrowed his eyes at it, but a faint grin tugged at the edge of his lips.

"Well," he muttered, hands still tucked inside his sleeves, "if that was just a low World Rank boss, then what’s waiting beyond Floor 1300?" His crimson eyes gleamed faintly.

"I guess it’s Star Forger-level monsters," he added calmly, then smiled to himself. "Good."

Without hesitation, he stepped into the portal to Floor 1001.

A soft wind brushed past his coat.

When the light cleared, Asher stood in the middle of a vast grassy plain, the sky above tinted with violet and streaked with slow-drifting clouds. Strange constellations pulsed in the sky, and the air shimmered faintly—like reality itself was slightly bent here.

A clear ding sounded. freewebnøvel.coɱ

[ Congratulations, Trainee, on reaching Floor 1001. ]

[ You have been rewarded with: Beast Evolution Potion ]

A small vial of glowing green liquid materialized in front of him.

Asher raised a brow at it.

"Hmm. Useful," he muttered. But his expression didn’t shift.

He reached out and casually stashed the potion in his inventory with a flick of his fingers.

Ever since entering the Infinity Tower, the Tower had started adjusting his rewards to match the Summoner path. Every fifty floors now offered unique materials and artifacts related to beasts, soul fusion, or evolution potential.

And he wasn’t complaining.

With the Dread Dragon King, the Hollow Knight, and the Six-Eternal Empress, he already stood at the top of the known Summoner echelon.

But he wasn’t done building.

Not yet.

The grass around him rustled. A ripple of energy pulsed through the earth, as if the floor had sensed his presence fully for the first time.

The sky trembled.

A shadow stretched across the endless grasslands.

From the far edge of the horizon, they came—a horde of greyskin orcs, their roars shaking the very air, their weapons raised high as they charged forward in brutal formation. Dust exploded beneath their thundering stampede, kicking up a storm of earth and bloodlust.

Each of them was Void Rank or above.

Some moved with unnatural speed, wielding jagged bone cleavers. Others hurled soulforged spears that trailed trails of black energy through the sky. Their numbers were easily in the thousands—and every step they took caused the grass beneath to blacken and die.

But Asher didn’t move.

His summons simply stood, calm, patient, waiting for his signal.

At the very back of the monstrous horde, a throne carved from obsidian ribs and crimson tusks floated above the battlefield, carried by four towering warbeasts. Upon it sat an ancient Orc Shaman, skin pale as ash, eyes glowing deep green with cursed wisdom.

He was draped in robes of flayed hide, runes burned across his flesh, and in his gnarled hand he held a massive soul-totem staff, its top crowned with the skull of a dragon-like beast still flickering with ghostfire.

Low World Rank.

His presence twisted the wind. Every time he blinked, the sky flashed with sparks of raw mana. Even before the fight began, he was weaving layers of protective Law over his army, casting mass war blessings that amplified the horde’s power.

The Shaman raised his staff.

A deep, guttural chant boomed across the battlefield.

"THE OUTSIDER HAS COME!"

"HE SHALL BE CRUSHED!"

The orcs screamed in unified fury, their killing intent focused entirely on Asher.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on the Shaman.

"Targeting priority confirmed," he said quietly.

He raised his hand.

And the battle began.

The orc horde charged like a living tidal wave.

The Dread Dragon King was the first to move—unfurling its wings with a thunderous boom and launching into the sky, its body wreathed in soulflame. It opened its jaws and unleashed a breath of obliteration, a black-red inferno that tore a line straight through the center of the horde. Hundreds of orcs were vaporized in a single sweep, reduced to ash mid-charge.

On the ground, the Hollow Knight stepped forward.

Each of his footfalls echoed like funeral bells.

He met the front line of the horde and began cutting through them with clinical precision. Every swing of his greatsword was absolute—each strike severed not just limbs, but fate. Wherever he struck, orcs collapsed with confusion on their faces, dying before their brains could understand they’d been cleaved.

But the orcs didn’t falter.

The Shaman’s spells burned brighter.

From the ground rose spectral beasts, summoned by tribal ritual, and berserk champions clad in layered spirit armor threw themselves at the Hollow Knight, trying to overwhelm him through sheer suicidal assault.

Above it all, the Six-Eternal Empress raised her hand.

The air rippled—and six soul orbs launched into the horde, each expanding into a miniature storm.

One orb ignited with Reaper’s frost, freezing time in a wide cone and halting a charging flank in mid-air.

Another pulsed with soul inversion, causing the will of enemies caught inside to turn against their comrades, and chaos erupted as orcs began to butcher one another in confusion.

And yet—more came.

The horde was endless.

At the 5-minute mark, as the Tower promised, a new alpha predator descended.

A Void-Touched Warg, three stories tall, with chains dragging from its back and nine soul cores fused into its chest, landed on the field with a howl that cracked the sky. A massive club of fused bone and iron hung in its maw, and it charged forward, leaping straight toward the Empress in mid-air.

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