When the seemingly endless battles were finally over, the Black Witch, the Sword Star, and I finally arrived at the thirteenth floor.0

Even the number is ominous. Thirteen.0

Ominous or not, the place had an extraordinary presence.0

As soon as we were teleported to the stage, two completely different voices greeted us. One was happy, and one was dreadfully miserable.0

[Welcome, Death King.]0

The happy voice spoke first. The Tower no longer called me “Hunter Kim Gong-Ja”. I was now officially recognized and welcomed as a legitimate resident of the Tower. Was I too simple if a small thing like this made me happy?0

—Arghhhhhh! I won’t forgive you!0

The voice that followed was a piercing scream.0

—How dare you! My children! I took those children under my wings, and you took them from me! You mock me. You deceived me! Are you going to take away my flesh, my blood, and my soul now?0

The person the voice belonged to was riddled with holes and leaked...0