Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Normally, just getting close to this place would cause one to feel an indescribable sense of nausea, as if something were alerting him, warning him not to approach.


Today, that disgusting sensation is still present, but strangely, it has slowly weakened, allowing him to climb without too much difficulty.


As he climbed up along the twisted black tower, Squad Leader could still hear the conversational voices from within the tower, even through its outer walls.


These voices were unlike those of ordinary people, sounding like sticky tentacles caressing each other, with mucus and suction cups rubbing against the tendrils, making one's skin crawl just by listening.


Peering through the windows of the tower, Squad Leader saw two temple keepers in black cloaks facing each other, with numerous tentacles emerging from beneath their cloaks and intertwining.


The folks from the Demon Lord Temple are indeed monsters!


As he continued to climb, he encountered more and more horrors.


Chapter 100: The Battle Inside the Black Tower (Part 2)_2