Climbing the Tower to Be a God With 10x Gacha System

James hugged Clarent tightly while looking at the image of his mother and father. Of course, what he saw made him long and squeezed his heart, but there were more important things to do. He had set a goal for himself and he couldn't throw it all away when he had made such a good start.

"I'm sorry mum...dad...I may have missed you a lot but I have more important things to do than being sad, I may not have been able to do anything but I can at least try to make you proud. Haha...so cliché..."

Immediately after James uttered these clichéd words, he picked up the remote control and pressed the button again to go forward.

With the press of a button, he passed through the illusion that had formed in front of him and when he turned around, he saw that there was nothing there anymore.

"My mental strength is almost non-existent, if it wasn't for Clarent, I would be at the bottom of the water..." said James, not entirely wrong.

Although Clarent was a replica, it certainly contained a small version of its original self. The sword that had taken the life of its owner was now trying to work to protect its owner. It had saved James only moments before.

With that James began to feel the grains of light coming into his eyes, after a short while it felt as if the bed had hit something, no matter how many times he touched the control button the bed didn't move.

"We seem to have arrived Clarent, I hope we were successful."

With these words, James, who set foot on land, realised that the land he stepped on was endless. When he looked behind him, it seemed as if there was a barrier between the place he stepped on and the [sea of rascals].

At that moment, James started to realise the sound of footsteps behind him. The light but loud footsteps stopped after a while and then the following words were heard:

"Pleased to meet you, Mr James Arthur Black. My name is Ronald. I am the manager of all floors from the first floor to the fifth floor. I must inform you that I am one of the three main staff of the tower, and I am here to give you your reward."

When James heard the words and turned round, he saw an unusual character in front of him. A rabbit was standing in front of him. So it wouldn't be wrong to call him a rabbit man. After all, it was a rabbit that looked taller than James and was dressed in a suit.

"I understand your surprise, all participants from your world have the same reaction, if you want to touch my ears, I can let you, I heard you world-folks love it."

When this rabbit, who introduced himself as Ronald, said this, James had to hold himself back from laughing, it was possible to understand what this rabbit had been through so far.

"Thank you for your offer, but I must decline for now, and I have a question if I can ask. When I chose this path, the Tower showed me things I never wished for, until I saw my family. Do you know what happened?"

Ronald looked serious as James spoke these words and then shook his head and began to speak:

"A lot of things in this tower are graded, Mr James. Skills, items, choices and even gods. You may have noticed that the path you chose is jet black. You chose a path of godly rank, which was quite surprising because you must have felt it. In a game of chance with 6 choices, you managed to choose the most difficult one."

As soon as James heard these words, he realised that his talent was invisible to the gods, floor managers, lower-level managers and even the main managers. This should have made him an outlier, he realised at that moment that no one should know this power except him.

"The black path, that is, the area with the divine level the godly level, was different from the others, but it was not because it was divine. It was different only because the tower was not lying. The tower deceives the users and, in other words, [the players] at every step. The other paths were full of these deceptions."

"Deceptions?"

"Oh yes...deceptions. Big or small lies. The other 5 paths were full of lies. When users choose those paths, they see gold, power, possession, ancient, immortality, revenge, carnage and divinity. These are all lies of the tower, after all, showing them as desires takes everyone a notch higher, but the black path is not like that."

"The black path shows only the truth. It shows the filthiest or the best feelings and desires in living things. The desire to commit massacres, the desire to have everyone worship them, the desire to have all the power in their hands, the desire to have all the riches in their hands, and much more.... in short, the black path, unlike other paths, reveals monopoly.

It is a disgusting feeling in all living beings, and I can assure you that the people of your world are the filthiest in this regard."

"But I haven't seen such things....I don't understand, there can't be anything wrong with me, you said that there is no lie on the black trail..."

"That's right, the black path or trail as you say is the path of righteousness and that's what makes it difficult, the other paths push the creatures a little bit and give them a class without harming them and on the contrary strengthening their mentality, but the black path reveals the greatest possible criminality, that is, the true faces of your desires.

Like the dark desires of a murderer, who can act out his most psychopathic ambitions without being caught."

"You, it seems, had no real desire until you joined the tower. Therefore, you had a childish desire to spend time with Mrs Leyla, who was perfect enough to be desired. Until your last desire, I would like to ask you...what exactly did you see?"

"What did I see? Of course, I saw my mum and dad...I saw my mum shouting at me and calling me, and I followed my mum's call until Clarent woke me up, I chose to move towards my mum."

"I see....interesting....very interesting....."

James frowned as he heard these words and watched Ronald with an expression of incomprehension, and in just a few seconds he said the following words in a calm voice:

"What's so interesting?"

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