He leaned against the stone wall behind him and stared at the empty recovery chamber. Nothing else to do now except think. Wait. Heal.
Then, almost casually, he muttered to himself, "System… fuse all stored items, cores, and materials into something usable. Use Infinite Fusion."
[ Fusion Command Acknowledged. ]
[ Processing Inventory… ]
[ Fusion Initiated: Converting 4,328 Rare Materials, 128 Law Crystals, 72 Weapon Fragments, and 11 World Artifacts… ]
[ Estimated Time: 12 Hours ]
"Good," Asher whispered, resting his head back. "Let's see what you make."
He closed his eyes—not to sleep, but to think.
He had climbed 1,679 floors.
He had killed thousands of bosses, faced monsters of every realm and law, and forged his legend without fanfare or audience. And now, for the first time… he was still.
Not defeated.
Just… still.
But inside, that same will burned.
The next time he rose…
Varkhel would fall.
And nothing else in this Tower would stop him.
The hours passed slowly.
