"Yeah, that's it," Marshmallow replied dryly. King Balor the Immortal was stunned. "How do you know it will work? The area beyond the Ultimate Door is a place I theoretically should not have access to." King Balor replied as he began to walk around.

The titan's objection made sense. There was a good chance that something would go wrong. Surely Balor had nowhere else to go on the map; his role in the Survivor Game was merely to act as a crossroads for the Ultimate Door. What if such a thing caused the system to crash or something?

Marshmallow thought for a moment. He had come intending to convince Balor the hard way. After all, he had no reason to help them, but he didn't seem too reluctant. Obviously, there was some resistance on his part, but he had expected an emphatic no.

Besides, even if there was an accident, it was worth the risk. The Survivor Game was high stakes, high gains. It always had been that way. Besides, Marshmallow couldn't have done it without the help of Lumokinesis. It was his most powerful Very Unique Skill because it was the one he knew best. He needed 110% of his skills to compete with the Ultima Lord of the Survivor Game, Serthar.

"Beyond the Ultima Gate, there is only Serthar. Unlike you, he is not immortal. But it is safe to say that he is more powerful than you."

King Balor grunted, but could not blame him in the end. He let him continue.

"If we destroy him together now, there will be no one left in this world to scare you. Then we can safely say that you, King Balor the Immortal, will have no rival in this world."

These words made the immortal curious. After all, Marshmallow had hit the nail on the head with the code used to write King Balor the Immortal, the one who dominated the toughest dungeon in the Survivor Game. The programmers had considered the fact that he would undoubtedly be a very, very proud personality. He could not stand to be inferior to anyone. He would accept to be defeated by a player who was superior to him in every way, such as Raven, Marshmallow, or even Bloodlust, but he would never accept to be inferior to an unholy beast like Serthar, who had resorted to the most questionable methods to gain this power beyond imagination.

Marshmallow had realized the moment King Balor the Immortal had become so intrigued that what the Titan wanted most was for that abomination to disappear from the face of existence. That was what Marshmallow had to insist on, and that was what he had to beat to get the Titan's approval.

"King Balor, do you not wish to destroy what lies beyond? That which you too have always feared? Help me destroy the monstrosity behind the Ultima Gate. Then you will be the most powerful king in the world. Together we can do it."

The Goat Horse watched the scene as a spectator. Everything was expected except what he saw. Marshmallow He could have used so many ways to convince him: beat him to a pulp, threaten him, tell him that if he did not destroy him, Serthar would rise from the Depths of Vesuvietna and end the Survivor Game... but he had chosen the way that would allow him the full support of Balor. He had been amazed; he had never dreamed that he would emerge without any significant scabies.

"So be it," Balor nodded. "However, I will not take an active part in the battle. The only thing I'll be doing is dispersing the darkness beyond the Ultima Gate. You will be the one to defeat Serthar; I don't want to know any more of this story."

"That's all I need!" Marshmallow shouted out loud, clenching his fist in a triumphant gesture. With Balor's help, he could now face Serthar as an equal. The Goat Horse rejoiced with him. King Balor, already on his feet, grabbed his titanic sword and slung it over his shoulder, ready to pass through the Ultima Gate.

"Mortal, shall we go?" King Balor asked him. But Marshmallow motioned for him to wait. Balor then grunted.

"What are you waiting for? Don't I have time to waste?"

Get your time to waste out of your ass, you pile of data. What else do you have to do in this crypt?

Marshmallow knew that this opponent, Serthar, would be fierce indeed. He still remembered the horrible feeling he had felt when that beast had appeared out of nowhere. He felt as if he had been left alone in the middle of the cosmos, and that an unspeakable beast the size of a planet was coming towards him intending to devour him. The feeling of emptiness he had felt came from another dimension, but now he knew he could do it. Now he had a chance.

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Since Marshmallow had entered the Depths of Vesuvietna, he had made 6 level-ups, going from level 94 to level 100. Each new level gave him 3 new assignable points, so Marshmallow now had 18 assignable points. He needed to spend them now; he needed all the strength he could get to face Serthar. With a call of his mind, Marshmallow opened his status.

STATUS

Player name

Marshmallow

Rank

Jolly

Age

20

Faction

Wyolands

EXP

507310/???

Level

100

Strength

100 + 12 bonus

Dexterity

66 + 4 bonus

Constitution

66 + 11 bonus

Stamina

62 + 10 bonus

Perception

97 + 6 bonus

Luck

12 + 4 bonus

Assignable Points

18

Hmm... interesting.

This was the result of his hellish training in the Crypt of Valor. From level 16 to 94, he had gained an impressive 234 points. In addition, he had also accumulated several bonus points as a result of his training. He had discovered that he could gain bonus points by using a certain stat heavily. For example, he had used his Strength, Constitution, and Stamina a lot, and it was no coincidence that these were the stats that gave him the most bonus points by far.

At that moment, even without any Unique Skills, he had abundantly transcended the natural limit of the real world. He could have punched a building and brought it down with a few blows. His Dexterity was at the level of the most agile of felines. His body was so strong that he could have been cannoned and tickled. He could have stood and fought for days, and his senses were now so sharp that he could catch a fly with a pair of chopsticks. The only stat he had not leveled was his Luck.

He had never been lucky, and he had no intention of becoming lucky on the Survivor Game. Life had taught him to strive to earn things, not to receive random strokes of luck. He would rather have made his stats proportional, except for the Luck stat.

He was no longer the Marshall Merson of old, the one who worked in the morning and blew it all on the game at night. He would no longer be that. When he got out, he had promised himself more than once that he would become a better man. And not leveling the Luck stat was, in a way, a promise to himself to prove to himself that he had improved.

Now it was time to enter the 18 assignable points, and Marshmallow had no doubts.

With the power of his mind, he placed all his points in his Strength. It was the logical thing to do. Looking at it that way, his stats were great, but not comparable to a senseless creature, but if he wielded his Supernova Titan Hammer... oh right, he would become one. He would have tripled his power, raising his current power from 130 to an incredible 390! Had Marshmallow been in the real world, he would have been able to shake the earth with one downward slash of his Supernova Titan Hammer. If that was not the power of a god, what could it be?

Marshmallow felt the refreshing sensation of his stats rising again. It was like a river of energy flowing through his veins, swelling his muscles, sharpening his senses, and filling his mind with superhuman clarity. Every single point added to his Strength was like a charge to his resolve, making him ever more ready to face the horror that awaited them beyond the Ultimate Door.

Balor stood still beside him. The Goat Horse, silent and alert, watched the scene with wary eyes, ready to follow Marshmallow in his quest.

"Are we ready? Let's go." Marshmallow nodded toward the Ultimate Door.

"Remember, mortal," Balor grunted, "I will eliminate the darkness. It is up to you to destroy Serthar. Do not fail."

"I will not fail," Marshmallow replied firmly.

"It's here," the Goat Horse whispered, eyeing the darkness in front of him.

"Yes," Marshmallow replied. "It is time."

The trio crossed the threshold, and the massive door opened with a thud. The darkness beyond the door seemed palpable. Serthar stood on the other side, waiting for them.

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