The Villain's Story Chapter [470] To give hope! (Floor 60)

Chapter 470 [470] To give hope! (Floor 60)

470 [470] To give hope! (Floor 60)

[Floor 60.]

All of a sudden, without any prior warning, Alan was once again transported to the next floor, a simple yet reoccurring trick of the tower. To transport the challenger without giving them their rest.

"Motherf.u.c.ker..."

He cursed, as he ma.s.saged his injured head, groaning from time to time due to the pain. He was faced with another obstacle soon.

Cold winds brushed past his body, sending s.h.i.+vers down his spine. The winds attacked his body ruthlessly, giving him a chill.

"What?"

Alan, stupefied, muttered. He, chosen of the frost supreme, was feeling cold…? How preposterous!

He could not feel a chill...right?

"What are you f.u.c.king doing?"

Asked Alan, towards the tower. He looked at the dark skies, the clouds hanging above him, painting a depressing scene. Lightning rumbled continuously, striking his ears.

"Argh..."

He let out another groan as his head felt like it would explode.

[Welcome to the 60th floor. The trial of hope!]

The trial notifications appeared.

[Give hope to the survivors, and pa.s.s over the treacherous waters of the deadly sea, filled with leviathans and monsters unknown! Make sure no one dies, though! Remember, you are not alone!]

"Huh?"

Alan looked down, finding his balance unsteady. He saw his soles of his shoes filled with mud. He looked around him, finding himself to be in a small patch of land as...

Nature (or rather the tower) unleashed its unbridled fury in the seas. Towering waves rear up like enraged t.i.tans, cras.h.i.+ng against one another with thunderous roars. The tumultuous waters churn and froth, whipped into a frenzy by the unrestrained force of the storm.

[Welcome to the sixtieth-floor challenger.]

The tower welcomed him again, this time with a coyish laugh.

Alan, standing on top of this small piece of land, looked at the raging sea, and could vaguely point out large figures of leviathans hidden within the waters, waiting for prey. Activating dragon eyes, his eyes paled, the size of these creatures were as if buildings were moving in the seas!

[Look behind yourself...]

Following the tower's timely prompt, Alan looked behind him. Finding a large boat, of medieval times, which had sails to maneuver and propel itself in the sea, along with a crowd of people huddled together. Children, women, and elderly men, all whose clothing was certainly not fit for these harsh winds.

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled once again, as Alan's head felt like splitting apart once again.

His mind was a mess, The fight with Elijah had already taken a toll on his mind, his skull, although you may not be caved in now still proved to provide mental pain, as well as the floors from 51 to 59 all targeted his mind, thus his mind was in horror. Thing's missing, and not missing, like a confusing puzzle he needed Sabrina's help to solve.

Fragments of his memory would appear, and disappear, they would….they would...be fabricated? Scene's he did not remember appeared multiple times, like a plague spreading its sickness towards the world, which was his mind in this case. Like how the venom of a snake would spread.

He fell to his knees, his clothes being dirtied by the mud and other dirty things on the small patch of land, the crying of the children and the wails of the people behind him did not help. The s.h.i.+p was on the small patch of land, and looked as if it could handle a load of about a hundred people, However, there was an issue, Alan counted more than a hundred people on the patch of land huddled together, even if the weight of the children was taken into account for, that small boat could never handle them all.

"..."

"What are you doing to me?"

He asked, his vision failing himself, as if reality itself was breaking apart in his eyes.

But, the tower could not answer him before the voices arose. From the people behind him.

"Savior!"

"Save us!"

"I want to go home!"

"Waaah!"

"Sniff...it's cold."

"Ha..."

They were like arrows striking his eardrums, like large gongs that were hit when he was right beside them, or would it be more appropriate to compare it to a gun being shot right near him?

"ARGH!"

The people, frightened by his sudden outburst of pain, shrunk away and shut up.

[Oh, that won't do, they need to trust you, you can't scare them off.]

Said the tower. Alan repeated,

"What are...you doing to me?"

[It's not me.]

However, it could only answer vaguely, seemingly enjoying this circ.u.mstance.

"The people...they are too many."

He said, looking at the boat and the people again. How was he supposed to save all of them? Freeze this sea? That was an option, but those leviathans would find it easy to break it. Sacrifice some of them?

"I can't..."

He doubted himself.

[And? What will you do? When leviathans the size of buildings come at you? How will you protect them? You can't just say you can't...or is your sister's life not worth much?]

Said the tower, pointing towards the people behind Alan, looking at him with a small silver of hope in their eyes.

At the mention of his sister, a spark ignited in Alan's eyes, and he looked behind him.

"Oi!"

He yelled, he had to do this so that they could hear his voice in these harsh winds and thunderous lightning.

The people looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"When I tell you to run, run straight ahead! You hear me?!"

"What...but what about the boat?"

As the pain in his head grew by the second, Alan figured arguing with them was pointless. He was also tired of the idea of wracking his already messed up head to come up with a plausible solution involving the boat or the saving of the people.

He walked forth, ignoring the mud and wet ground which upset his balance, powering through, eh stood on the edge of the small piece of land, and equipped the Ame-No-Sakahoko.

The raging sea dared to swallow him whole, with the leviathans backing it up, and he looked far ahead, the rain drops froze before they could reach him. He gathered his frost mana and looked forth, defiantly.

Using his right foot to pivot into the ground, he raised the spear high above, the frost energy forming a storm. The people thought he would freeze the sea with his might and form!

"If it's the d.a.m.n sea..."

Said Alan, as he increased the intensity of his mana, using whatever he had and poured it into his upcoming strike.

[Chaotic Spear(7-Star).]

-First Movement-

/Abyssal Rend

"I shall just split it."