The Thousand-Layered Staircase seemed to be forged from blood itself. And at the apex of the staircase, an ancient, ominous palace exuding supreme majesty stood, towering and grand. This palace was shrouded in a blood mist. Ancient figures appeared faintly within: towering giants as massive as mountains; a colossal, rotting hand of a poisonous corpse; the enormous, island-sized skull of a Bone Dragon; and a gruesome mound formed from countless human heads...
The Thousand-Layered Staircase also underwent a bizarre transformation. Numerous Demon Ghosts lined its sides, their grotesque shadows twisting. Each was hideous and terrifying, casting greedy gazes at the winners of this King’s Game.
This was the ritual of the King’s Game: climb the Blood Ladder, ascend directly to the kingdom, receive the Mighty Power of the gods, and obtain supreme boons. This was the final process, also intended to eliminate the few lucky individuals who had stumbled into victory purely by chance.
"To see this Blood Ladder again after ten years... it’s truly magnificent!"
"Legend says this Blood Ladder is built from the corpses of countless powerful individuals. Their skeletons form the steps, their blood its color, and their Souls are eternally bound to it. Even a mere glance reveals countless terrifying figures from the past."
"They’re even using the Blood Ladder this time! Such grand arrangements indicate the rewards must far surpass those of previous Divine Wars."
The members of the Alien Races were shocked, their understanding completely refreshed.
At this moment, a throne slowly rose from the palace, appearing like a solitary peak. The throne’s style was ancient and profound, seemingly forged from dark iron and wreathed in blood-red flames. It was the King’s Throne! Before the throne, on the endless staircase, the Demon Ghosts began to awaken. They opened their eyes, their gazes a mixture of coldness, bloodlust, resentment, and malevolence, all blending as they looked down upon the ants below.
「Inside the White Tower」 ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fiɾe·net
The Nus Wolf King’s expression turned cold. The rewards for this coronation ceremony are far too lavish! Once crowned King and having refined the throne, one’s own domain would merge with it. This is equivalent to mastering the prototype of a Divine Kingdom! Originally, all of this should have belonged to Albert, to the Nus clan! But an underhanded schemer appeared in the game, causing the Golden Child, the pride of the werewolves, to suffer an utter defeat. It was a complete humiliation! Damn it.
The Nus Wolf King suppressed his anger, a palpable murderous aura emanating from his entire being as he stared intently at Chu Yi on the Blood Ladder, his expression sinister. Of course, he was also extremely dissatisfied with Albert. A dignified Golden Child, momentarily careless and slain by mere blood prey? Wasn’t that the definition of useless!?
In comparison, Prince Morgan was in high spirits. "Oh, I didn’t expect the reward this time to be a piece of a Divine Kingdom’s territory," he mused. He leisurely and elegantly sipped his red tea. If one were to name the greatest beneficiary of this game, it would naturally be the Morgan family.
"You lot were just lucky this time. There’s nothing more to say," the Nus Wolf King snorted coldly. If it weren’t for that human’s bizarre methods, Albert’s arrangements would have given them a high probability of winning.
The other Alien Race factions looked on with envy. The rewards this time were too generous. Had they known, they would have invested more resources.
Soon, on the Blood Ladder, the mist suddenly surged. It roiled like countless roars of discontent, transforming into turbulent waves that swept in all directions. The numerous members of the Alien Races watching shivered, a chill of unease rising in their hearts.
Is this Blood Ladder alive? Chu Yi had no attention to spare for the soft figure in his arms. He stared at this Thousand-Layered Blood Ladder. Further up, from the depths of the unknown, an indescribable and immense terror was descending! Thanks to his insight into causality, images of wills lurking on the throne suddenly appeared in his mind. There wasn’t just one; all of them showed intense interest in him. They even wanted to devour him! The will within the Blood Ladder—or perhaps the divine wills—unaware that he was the King of Black Robes, wanted to consume him!?
Chu Yi was shocked and abruptly halted. His bones had transformed into Human King Bones, and his physique was advancing toward the Human King Body. To the gods, wasn’t he a grand feast? He had reaped all the benefits; it was time to prepare his escape.
"Big brother, will you climb the Blood Ladder with me?" Avril blinked, her flawless face revealing a sweet, girl-next-door smile. "When the Ancestor’s blessing is bestowed, I’ll share some with you, big brother."
Nearby, William and the other members of the Blood Race looked on with expressions of envy and jealousy. Avril clearly considered this young man a confidant, even willing to share the blessing with him to help cultivate his strength.
"Thank you for your kind offer, Miss Avril," Chu Yi said, shaking his head. "But unfortunately, I am still human. I fear I might desecrate the gods, so I’ll have to pass."
Avril looked stunned, her eyes betraying a slight disappointment. "Alright, big brother."
At that, she turned to Lias in Chu Yi’s arms, her eyes flickering. "Sister Lias, I see your bloodline hasn’t completely transformed yet. Climbing the Blood Ladder with me will make you stronger. Are you willing to accompany me, sister?"
Hearing this, Lias, who had just absorbed some of Chu Yi’s energy, lowered her head bashfully. Her fair face flushed, and her bright blue eyes subconsciously glanced at Chu Yi. Only after Chu Yi nodded did Lias respond, "Miss Avril, I would be honored to accompany you up the Blood Ladder."
She understood this was Avril’s way of repaying Chu Yi’s kindness. To close the gap between herself and Chu Yi, she was willing to become stronger. She wouldn’t be useless again, a burden to her beloved, as she had felt during this game.
"That’s great, Sister Lias! There’s no time to lose. Let’s go."
Avril affectionately took Lias’s arm. The sight of the two beauties, one elder and one younger, side by side, was quite pleasing to the eye.