SeTaku

The three progenitor gods (Inception, Creation, Destruction) are fading, and their last act is to connect all intelligent worlds via the Tower of Ascension. Earth’s late inclusion destabilizes reality, creating dungeons. Orphaned loner SeTa enters the Tower, unaware he’s a demigod (son of the God of Inception and a human). His journey reshapes the cosmic order.

Ascend The Infinit Blueprint

Floor 20 was a safe zone—but not safe in the way beginners hoped. Civilization thrived, yes. Cities were established, guilds operated openly, and trade boomed. But ambition made people dangerous. And guilds? Deadlier than monsters.

SeTa and Kael walked through the stone-tiled central plaza of Kaer Talahn, the biggest city so far. Clean streets, tiered roads with rune-lamps, and a skybridge leading straight to the Tower of Awakening.

A young woman approached SeTa casually. Blonde, sharp-eyed, wearing the deep violet insignia of Ishara's Talon. She handed him a sealed letter, bowed slightly, and vanished into the crowd.

Kael raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Already?"

"Can't say I'm surprised," SeTa said, sliding a thumb under the seal.

Inside was a card—black with crimson edges—and one simple phrase written in silver ink:

"Let's talk. Ember Atrium. Don't keep us waiting."

The Ember Atrium sat like a palace in the heart of the commerce district—lavish, towering, built for the elite. It was quiet inside. Smooth obsidian floors, glowing golden fire runes swirling beneath tables, and ambient flame-orbs hovering for mood lighting.

SeTa sat at a corner booth, one hand resting lightly on the obsidian table. Kael stood near the wall, arms folded, eyes alert.

The Talon rep arrived alone. Mid-thirties, composed, and dressed in robes woven with phoenix thread. He sat without asking.

"I'll get straight to the point," the man said. "Join us. Ishara's Talon values talent, and yours is… rare. We can give you what you need. Faster growth. Influence. Access to forbidden-tier dungeons."

SeTa didn't blink. "I'm not looking to be owned."

The man chuckled lightly. "You'd be respected, not owned. There's a difference."

Kael scoffed. "That's not how it looked back on Floor 10 when your people were cornering newbies in alleyways."

The Talon rep ignored him. "You're not like the others, SeTa. You've got the makings of someone who could shape the Tower. You're not even bound by a typical system class. Join us, and we'll help you rewrite the rules."

"Yeah," SeTa said, tone dry, "or I could keep rewriting them myself. Just without owing anyone favors."

The man's smile thinned. "That's a shame. We only extend this offer once. Refuse, and we won't come to talk again."

"I'm good with that," SeTa replied.

The man stood. "Then consider this official. You've made an enemy of the Talon."

He vanished in a quiet flash of red embers.

Kael walked over, shaking his head. "You know they're not just posturing, right?"

"Of course," SeTa said. "That's why we get stronger. Fast."

"You're still planning on ascending your class?"

"I've got the AP, don't I?" SeTa looked toward the glowing spiral of the Awakening Tower. "Might as well use it before they try anything."

Kael grinned. "Let's make a bigger spectacle than last time."

They walked toward the Tower—heads high, shadows long.

Chapter 31: The Ash Invitation