Tower of God: Sequence Strength

Chapter 112: Cicada(4)



A strange scene unfolded amid the expansive tower.

In a large space, somewhere that looked not unlike a movie theater, two figures sat down quietly. Both were shrouded in a veil of darkness, the only illumination provided by the screen that glowed with abstract imagery before them.

The flashing lights revealed a rough appearance of the men.

One had dark hair and looked somewhere between 25 to 30 years old. He had a sharp jawline, a small forehead with bangs falling over his face, stopping just above his eyebrows, and a nose shaped like a keel.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He wore a casual t shirt and shorts. His feet were adorned with a pair of crocks.

The man beside him had a hood on his head and his eyes gleamed crimson. He wore a white trenchcoat, and 3D glasses on his face that fell onto his nose, barely concealing his eyes.

Calmly and methodically, the hooded man extended his hand and took popcorn from the basket in the other's hand. He popped them into his mouth, chewing quietly.

In comparison, his companion was all the more obnoxious. He chewed loudly and without etiquette, as if he cared nothing of the one seated beside him. He held his left leg on the head rest of the empty seat before him and his left arm and crossed over the red haired man's shoulder.

The scenery seemed to shift as the movie screen displayed what seemed to be visions from a metal compartment. The compartment was rapidly healing itself. The metallic walls fell into place, the ceiling and the ground reformed and those that stood therein heaved a sigh of relief.

And amid their relaxation, a man appeared and dropped off a black haired woman.

The black haired man laughed, his voice echoing the in the closed space, bouncing off the wall.

His companion scowled in annoyance.

"Get your arm off me." He said, showcasing his teeth with a gesture of wanting to bite off his hand.

With a genial smile, the man continued laughing and calmly withdrew his hand, holding each of his arm up as a sign of surrender.

"A lot stronger than I'd hoped." The hooded man spoke, starting the conversation.

The other man threw him a passing glance.

"True. I wasn't expecting such a tremendous leap in strength."

"Are you sure he really can't sense us?" The man's crimson eyes glowed from beneath the hood as he turned to his companion.

The other party shrugged his shoulders, as a universal gesture of 'I don't know.'

"Who can tell. He might already be aware, just not reacting. Either that, or we've actually eluded him."

"Now what?"

"What? What can we even do?"

"Do you not want to?"

"Want to what?"

"...do something." The hooded man sighed in exasperation. "They're on the floor of death. That irregular is even on his way to meet Garam Jahad. Do you wish to sit still?"

With a chuckle, he replied "What? Afraid that the King's secrets will be further revealed?" "Heh. Right. Nice one." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he huffed.

"Even so, there's very little that I can do. Or rather, there's very little that I want to do. I always like a little bit of chaos you know?"

"If he does reveal something, or even steps up to the family heads, the tower won't be 'a little bit chaotic'."

The man shrugged his shoulders.

"Can't do anything about it. You know how it is."

"...right."

With a shake of his head, the hooded man turned again to the screen.

Suddenly, as if a light bulb went off inside his head, the black haired one trembled and snapped his fingers.

"Oh, I know!"

"What?"

"Let's watch The Adventures of Quant again!"

"...I'm leaving."

Before the hooded man could get up, the screne instantly changed, displaying a title screen.

"The Misadventures of Quant!'

"Sometimes, I wonder how we even became friends."

"Touché!"

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Winston breathed out, feeling a bit chilly. The floor of death was chaotic. Both literally and figuratively.

The shinsu flow that created chaotic rivers across the land resulted in extreme weather conditions. Some places could be hot as the sun, while others could reach a chilling

temperature of near absolute zero.

Caught in such a turbulent flow, even a high ranker, much less a ranker or a regular would have

a hard time.

With a thought, he willed the shinsu to form around his body, creating a sheath of protectiveness, manifested as a large fur coat over his body.

He took off the monocle from his body and his features reverted back, turning into his true

form.

The ground under him crooked as the brittle ice cracked under his weight. He could, with his muscle control, choose to walk without breaking it, bit he simply liked the sound it produced. His eyes travelled up, looking at the ceiling of the floor, made out of the carcass of the floor guardian. The blood vessels and various organs inside the administrator became the labyrinthine caves that the people inhabited.

It's blood formed the rivers and oceans while it's hollow cavities formed the grounds for a

city.

In essence, it was like various creation myths Winston had read about in his previous world- where a God sacrifices their body to make the world. Only in this regard, not only was the decision not conscious, but forced, but it also brought upon chaos and entropy on the inhabitants, forcing them to bind themselves in a spell, trapping their souls and gaining a primitive form of immortality in exchange for never leaving this hellish place. Strange creatures inhabited this area, also trapped by the same spell, completely immortal in

nature.

He stared at the figures flying in the distance. They weren't too different from the various renditions of flying dinosaurs in his previous world. They flapped their fleshy wings, soaring high above and casting their gazes upon those under them.

Do they still engage in hunting? Probably not. With all needs of sustenance gone, there's no real benefit to spend the time to hunt. There's always the chance for their animalistic instincts to be

stronger though...

Winston quietly mused as he watched the beasts. In the chilling winter storm, it was astonishing that they- with their fleshy and uncovered forms- were comfortable in the

environment.

Cling!

He flicked a suspendium coin into the air, watching it spin around and land back onto his

palm.

With a smile, he took a step in a certain direction and blinked from his spot.

He had, after all, not forgotten his reason for coming to the hell train in the first place.

The rice pot, in all honesty, had been something he was quite disappointed in. It practically offered him nothing of value. If he had chosen the scientist, his mind would become unfeeling as it used to be back on Earth. Preferring cold clarity and logic.

And if he chose the Divine counterpart, he would become so far gone from any trace of humanity, it was more than probable that he would lose himself within that divinity, becoming another creature entirely and fully take in his divine mythical creature form.

As for the last one, his most human, yet also the most vulnerable form. It offered him a whole

lot of nothing.

Of course, it would stabilize the divinity, but it would also counteract it, reducing the overall effectiveness and edge his abilities provided him in battle.

In the first place, there was no need to choose any of them.

After all, he alone was more than enough.

He was an amalgamation of them all, why would he lean towards any one of them?

All in all, the 'revolution road' turned out to be disappointing.

His figure rapidly blinked through thousands of tunnels, discretly avoiding running into any

creatures.

His figure, encased in an air of concealment with a smile atop his face appeared in a large

open space.

The space was filled with a bright yellow light originating from large bulbs hanging down from gigantic stalactites. Pillars that touched the rocky ceiling rose up from the ground, as if holding up the sky and a large structure sprawled beneath it.

A gigantic cityscape, filled with large buildings made out of metal and concrete was visible. Insects the size of buildings flew about the area, as did various dinosaur like creatures and strange amalgamated mutants that seemed almost alien, yet fitted right in.

The glinting lights, still visible in the bright illumination provided by the lamps overhead gave the city an almost breathing feel, as if it were alive.

At this point, Winston noted, the atmosphere had stopped being so chilly, instead turning

almost sweltering.

With a simple command in his mind, the quality of his shinsu changed, adopting a glitchy pattern that soon covered the fur coat he donned.

The static void lingered over the coat for a moment, and then receded.

His shinsu quality, the static allowed him to forcibly endure errors in all objects it touched.

And with deception to 'decieve' the fur coat, he had essentially turned the garment into an all purpose tool, one that could be worn in blistering heat as well as freezing cold.

As Winston stood atop a large mountain, his figure appearing like a shadow moving through

the world, veiled in concealment and resting above the spirit world, various threads began to extend from his body and dashed into nothingness.

The threads disappeared two meters away from his, supplying him with information- all the information about this space. Those that he did know, and those that he did not.

He eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the presence of another Jahad princess in the city before

him. North City it was called, one of the two cities established by 'Grand De Sah' and 'Grand

De Jah'.

His eyes rapidly gained visions, revelations from the spirit world appearing at his will.

The entire floor's information was his to claim. And since there was no administrator here, the flow of information too was his own to command.

It was almost scary how efficient his information gathering ability could become without an

overseer lording over the shinsu.

Each happening in the world left a mark, snowballing into something unrecognizable in the

long run. And shinsu, being the source of all that happens in the tower, could record

everything. Shinsu knew everything that happened. It was everything that happened. After only 30 seconds, he opened his eyes and the threads retreated back to his body. Hmm... His eyes narrowed a bit.

The avatar I made... that Theolis Clear is with the target. I'm not in a hurry to ascend, especially not

here where it's so volatile. The moment I do so, all my avatars will enter a state of inactivity as well, leaving me with no protection.

It would probably be wise for me to wait until we leave the floor. The target- Slayer 'White' will also

have to leave by the Train. Even if he manages to run away, I can locate him quite easily and so long as

Theolis is with them, I have nothing to worry about.

"Now then..." He said, suddenly turning to the air and gaining a cold look on his face.

The surroundings instantly chilled. An eerie momentum dashed out from his body, spreading in the area, just short from reaching the city and alerting any people.

His body, concealed by his powers as a Secrets Sorcerer opened it's mouth, appearing illusory

and powerful.

"What do I do about this piercing gaze I keep feeling?"