“Well, now starts another boring few days, I don’t even feel like training anymore, it took me years to be like this… a few days… yeah… I’m not a prodigy, I’m just special.” Callan said to a tree on the second floor. Cutting literally any object using his magic was like cutting butter with a burning knife.

Thinking of some common sense, he was completely right, the tower was a tower meant to be on death’s door. Wether it was already a feature of the tower from the very start, or just like Mirai, it learned and developed, making itself much, so much harder. It was a horrible expenditure, instead of wasting time on pointless training, it was much better to just have a better home.

Callan remembered one sentence from his life on earth. Not a lot of things were clear, but some were able to stick, things that just could never disappear. His family was not that rich, they could be said to be in the middle of the line that separates the poor from the middle class. It was a sentence from his mother who worked in the city. “Being this old, I don’t really ask for anything anymore, other than you graduating… and I guess… and I only dream now… that’s to be finished at work… and always have you and father to get home to.”

A home is important, it is so important, that’s it, Callan couldn’t handle thinking about it anymore. He chopped down as many trees as his anger at himself as he could, spending hours swinging his hand for no reason.

“I’m back.” Callan opened his inventory and started to drag all the logs out.

[Do You Even Know How To Make A Wooden House]

Callan was able to take out every single one of the trees he chopped before Mirai was even able to finish that sentence. “Nope, just placing logs like a building block. Though… I need to make more ropes actually.”

And so Callan’s mundane days started. It was far longer than before, if he hadn’t spent years on the fourth floor, the number of days he had felt like actual years, lots of time to develop significantly, but… that really wasn’t the case.

He trimmed trees till they became bald, ripped their skin like a torture chamber, made ropes for days, swam in the pond for hours, occasionally absorbed magic when he was contemplating, and many more.

Maybe, despite him being able to stand up in the morning, he really still hadn’t let go of his wish. Deep down, even he knew it… Callan didn’t mind being on the brink of death on the next floor. It had only been four floors, four out of the 50 that the best Mirai had been able to beat. Yet, for someone he even proclaimed to be the most talented, giving up on the fifth floor? What was the point of all those years on the fourth floor? Just going insane?

“Well, this is some good progress.”

[187:54:17]

8 days left and Callan was able to make a somewhat proper cabin. Five laying logs tall and one whole tree long, approximately 6 meters. Stacks of ropes were visible on the vertices of the house, acting like a design or change of color through the complete cover. Giant holes were dug in the logs, made for the rope to wrap around in. Shaped a little like a rectangle, Callan’s house was missing a huge part, a roof.

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“Hah… that took me days… I feel bored.” Callan grabbed the tree from the bottom and lifted the entire thing with his hand. He shook it gently side to side. It didn’t budge nor did a sound of scratching wood, Callan smiled and he placed Mirai inside the wooden box.

Callan sliced a door in one of the sides and entered. “First time?” He asked with a smirk and his hands on his waist.

[No]

“Awww, wanted to be the first, well that will be so hard.” Callan laughed loudly afterward and sat on the ground.

“The fourth floor would be a boss fight, wouldn’t it.”

[Yes]

Callan immediately closed his eyes and laid his head on his palm, then slid it above his head to his hair. He twisted his head and jabbed it to rotate, snapping his bone after a very long time of not hearing it. Callan didn’t say anything and laid his back on his wooden box.

Outside a giant rock came out of his inventory and was carved into four long nails. They floated above the four edges of the wooden box and were immediately jabbed just slightly away from the hole the ropes were gathered in.

Then, the sliced-off pieces of the door floated to form its previous shape. It stood in front of the chopped side, and then both its ends were roped tightly in thick layers of loops. The part floated back to its previous position and Callan slid to the side, making him lay on the ground shaped like the letter L.

A few days later, Callan was able to create his perfect roof, a flat group of logs just placed adjacent to each other. After placing it on the top of the wooden box, Callan sliced off 4 columned boxes that acted as a window for the house.

[69:42:01]

There were only three days left till the fifth floor and also Callan’s first boss. For the first of the three days, Callan spent it trying to find the pieces of his spear. But, even though the holes on the ice and the holes on the mountain were completely gone, Callan didn’t wanna give up.

However, even he just lasted a day. It was like losing a really precious friend… maybe that was why Callan was so accepting of death already. He had gone more insane on the Fourth Floor, it was not far to even say he formed quite an amazing friendship with his spear.

Callan made a meter-long, 5 centimeters thick long pole. He designed it by sectioning layers by carving just a little ring on the separation. He smoothened up the wooden pole using his gloves, which despite its structure, was the best Callan could use, as leaves break a little too fast for him.

He then made a spearhead with two hooks like vampire teeth on the side, just as a design he liked. After tying them together Callan stared at his spear and raised it to the sky. “I… miss… Ester.”

Callan walked back inside his cabin home, “I’m back… Imma… just… sleep I guess… sleep the sadness away they say…”