Fist Emperor (1)

They wanted to stay longer on the 17th floor, but time wasn’t an unlimited resource, so they couldn’t linger much longer.

With Max, the administrator of Eisenschmiede, giving them an emphatic send-off, Zion’s party hurried on.

Now that they’d openly rejected the Sage’s offer, he would surely lurk like a viper, waiting for an opening.

“Actually, the lower floors aren’t much of a problem. The real problem is the assassins the Sage will send.”

“Even so, he’s not one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Does he really have that much influence?”

“Don’t underestimate the Sage, Lin. The title of Sage is no small thing.”

Although he was only ranked 17th in the Tower, that was because he also handled the Tower’s internal affairs.

If he seriously tried to conquer the Tower, his ranking would rise in no time. He’d be in the top ten at the very least……

Trying to judge a High Ranker’s strength by their ranking alone is as foolish as walking blindfolded along a cliff.

“Hm?”...