<ERASE> PART 10

With a small cube-shaped orb in his hands, Viktor stood by the newly formed premises far away from the demon civilisation. It was the heavenly tower in his hands, power, fame, wealth, hope, fear; it was all in his hands. The absolute authority to control the heavenly tower, as well as the territory of the dungeon king.

After the authority was passed down to him, he could feel some strange message coming from a being or an object?

It was the Void.

'So, I am the new owner of a territory without attending the succession tournament… and because of that, it's not necessarily important for me to attend the tournament? Is this what the Void is telling me?'

The faint presence of an object disappeared. He couldn't feel anything even though it was near him, closer to his soul to be exact.