PROLOGUE

Humanity stands on the brink of annihilation. Earth has been overrun by monsters, spawned by the six towers that appeared eighty years ago. Each tower pierces through the heavens; they are taller than any structure created by man, and invulnerable to any attack.

Demons run rampant through cities, their infernal flames dyeing the planet red. Mount Everest is now the territory of a dragon, and the very oceans burn with hellfire. Earth has been transformed into an inhospitable landscape. There are no survivors.

Except, of course, for the strongest of the ascenders; people who entered the tower long ago, seeking riches and power. They are the strongest humanity has to offer, yet even they couldn’t prevent the catastrophe.

The tower is made up of many floors, and after eighty years have passed, only a single floor remains to be cleared. If it is, the towers will disappear, and earth can be salvaged and humanity rebuilt. And yet, the last ascenders have already given up hope. Many times before had they attempted to clear the last floor, only to fail miserably, losing countless lives.

Only one ascender hasn’t fallen to despair. A man with the appearance of a teenager, with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Roy, the champion of light. He wore a set of white armor shining with holy yellow light. In his hands was the most powerful weapon ever acquired in the tower, a divine grade sword. Without it, he was one of the strongest ascenders, and with it, he towered above them all.

On the final floor, Roy stood atop a small hill, overlooking the remaining ninety-nine ascenders. They were separated into three groups. The Chinese and Russians formed one, India and Africa another, and Europe and America the last. Some sat on the ground, their eyes unfocused, while others stared aimlessly into the distance. All of them shared one thing in common: their eyes were dead.

A pure yellow light flickered in the depths of Roy’s eyes. He raised his divine grade sword and activated one of its skills. A pulse of yellow energy burst out from Roy, covering the ascenders in its light, granting them considerable buffs to their damage and stats. The ascenders glanced up at Roy, wondering what he was doing.

“Everyone!” Roy spoke, his voice calm and even, filled with an unbending will. “We are the last of humanity. There are only a hundred of us left, and yet, we are still alive, are we not?”

A black man with white tattoos stood up, a machete in his hands. The man glanced around with a sneer. “Does it look like we are living to you? We have found a hiding spot from the demons for now, but how long will that last?”

Roy disregarded the man and continued. “I propose we fight Baal one more time.”

An indian woman with the tattoo of a red phoenix on her forehead shot to her feet. “Fight Baal? Are you crazy? He is a hero-grade raid boss.”

All of the ascenders were dismissive of Roy, except for one, an elderly chinese man with a long ponytail. He slowly stood up and planted his spear into the ground. “Roy, what do you mean by ‘we’?”

Roy turned to the elder and bowed slightly, a respectful smile on his face. This man was previously the strongest ascender alive, named Shenlong, mandarin for rising dragon. That changed when Roy acquired the divine-grade sword. “Elder Shenlong, I mean exactly what I say.”

Roy stood straight and glanced around. “It is unfortunate that the last world war divided us so. Europe and America, China and Russia, India and Africa. Three factions. It is true that Baal has defeated us time and time again, but were we, humanity, truly fighting him at our strongest?”

Shenlong’s eyes narrowed, a grin tugging at his lips. The eyes of the other ascenders lit up with realization. Right. The times they fought Baal were with their own factions. Now, due to unfortunate circumstances, they had banded together.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Roy then pointed at the indian woman. “Then we have Amara, the strongest mage humanity has to offer.”

Amara raised her finger, a terrifyingly white ball of fire appearing above it. “Baal might use hellfire, but when he gets a taste of my spells, he shrieks.”

Roy turned to face a petite woman with curly brown hair. “And then there’s Carly, the greatest healer.”

A chinese man shot to his feet. “I am the greatest healer humanity has to offer!”

Carly and the chinese man glared at each other, trying to best the other. Roy chuckled. “Fei Hong, I haven’t forgotten about you. Indeed, I misspoke. Whether you or Carly is better is hard to say. She specializes in single-target healing, while you specialize in area of effect healing.”

Roy pointed at a young man wearing a massive shield. “We have Jason, the cockroach who never dies!”

Jason frowned, irritated at the title others thrusted upon him. Regardless, he stood up and slammed his shield into the ground. “I can tank Baal for five minutes by myself.”

Just as Roy was about to point out another person, a thin black man stood up. His appearance was strange. Sometimes he looked young, other times old. “I am the champion of Alister, the god of tricks. My illusions can even fool a hero-grade raid boss!”

“I am the best archer humanity has to offer!”

One ascender after another stood up and called out their speciality. After everyone stood up, their eyes blazing, Shenlong moved. He strode up to Roy, his spear at his side. Everyone grew tense, but Roy just stared at Shenlong, his eyes calm.

Shenlong stopped in front of Roy and held out his free hand. “China stand with you!”

Roy smiled. He grabbed Shenlong’s hand and raised it into the air. “Baal will fall this day!”

“Death to Baal!”

The greatest force humanity had to offer was created. For many years, they had fought against each other, whether for loot or because of the affiliations with their countries. Now, with the fate of humanity on the line, they banded together.

That wasn’t all.

An old chinese man, so old that he seemed to be on the verge of death, stood up, his eyes glittering. His voice was raspy as he spoke. “Everyone, I may not have much combat potential, but I am the best blacksmith. Let me repair your equipment.”

Everyone ran towards the chinese man, their eyes burning. This man was the champion of Brundo, the god of professions. Long had China had a monopoly on him. For years, China boasted the greatest equipment forged by man, and it was all due to this elder. His name was Su Long. Normally when a blacksmith repaired equipment, it would just restore its durability. However, when Su Long repaired equipment, it buffed the stats of the equipment temporarily.

Roy stood on the hill as he watched everyone gather around Su Long. Next to him, Shenlong sighed heavily. “It is unfortunate that Abel and Jafari have passed. We could have used them.”

“Alas.” Roy shook his head.

Abel was the best cook. His food provided an overwhelming boost to stats, albeit temporarily. Jafari was an alchemist who could make the strongest potions. With them, they would have had a greater chance at killing Baal. Unfortunately, they died not long ago.

When everyone was prepared, they set out. The last floor was what everyone imagined hell to be. The sky was full of flames, and the ground was hundreds of degrees. If not for their superhuman bodies, they would have melted on the spot.

As they made their way to Baal, they encountered numerous demons. They were no match for humanity’s last stand. Only Baal could stop their advance. They pierced through the armies of hell with unstoppable momentum.

Soon, they arrived before Baal’s fortress. It was made out of some black material that only Roy’s divine-grade sword could damage. This fortress couldn’t be destroyed, so they could only enter through the front entrance. Surprisingly, the fortress was completely empty. They met no resistance as they headed deeper inside. When they arrived before the room where Baal was located, the doors were already open, as if welcoming them in. A deep, rumbling voice echoed from inside. “Humanity’s last stand, huh? Come. Come inside and be slaughtered like the cattle you are.”

In response, everyone stepped forward, already in formation. Everyone who had buffs cast them. The tanks moved forward, the healers were protected, and the casters got into position. They were all elites, veterans among veterans. Even though they had just banded together, they had fought each other over the past decades and knew what each other’s strengths and weaknesses were.

As soon as they entered the massive room, the doors behind them swung shut. The final fight for humanity began.