Dransart and Reverna Pocket left Resurrection City, their steps steady as they approached the looming Hell Tower. At its gate, his companions were already waiting. Pocket's eyes widened at their presence. "Be careful," she whispered. "They look dangerous. Let's leave quickly."
Dransart smiled warmly. "Sweethearts, forgive my delay. I had a duty to protect this girl beside me. But don't worry—I am not betraying you." Pocket's heart sank. Did I join the wrong side? she wondered.
The Gate of Hell Tower
Dransart drew one of the keys to unlock the gate. To everyone's shock, the lock opened without the other keys. He examined the object carefully. This isn't just a city key… it's the All-Realm Key. It can open any door.
His companions exchanged glances. What should we do with such power? Dransart's mind raced. I have an idea.
He shifted into Elf King Class and invoked Disguise Alley, concealing his allies. Holding the Wrath City key, he announced to the servants, "I am visiting the Wrath City King as his subordinate. Do not disturb us."
One servant frowned. "You are alone. We see no apprentices."
Dransart shrugged. "They must have left. I walk alone."
Wrath City King Chamber
The Wrath King sneered. "What bug dares enter my chamber? Which city claims you?"
Dransart held the Lingering City key. "I am subordinate of Lingering City. Forgive my intrusion."
The Wrath King chuckled. "Interesting bug. I allow you to pass. Be grateful."
Lingering City King Chamber
Dransart bowed. "I am subordinate of Former King City. Here is my key. Excuse my rudeness."
The Lingering King narrowed his eyes. "I am cautious. Let us wait for confirmation."
Minutes later, Dransart's ex-hero party members arrived—everyone except Sanot. They vouched for him. "He is indeed subordinate of Former King City."
Satisfied, the Lingering King granted passage.
Former King City King Chamber
Dransart presented the Pride City key. "I am subordinate of Pride City. Excuse me."
The Former King studied him. "I think I've seen you before. Your face is unforgettable."
Dransart replied smoothly, "You saw me once when summoned. Please excuse me."
Permission was granted.
Pride City King Chamber
The Pride King demanded, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Dransart answered, "I am subordinate of…"
The king interrupted. "Say the password to enter Resurrection City."
Dransart smirked. Let's say the usual. "Password."
The Pride King nodded. "You qualify. Leave now—my guest is coming."
Dransart ascended.
Resurrection City King Chamber
Before Dransart could speak, the Resurrection King's voice thundered. "I know who you are. I know your aim. Do not lie. In my previous life, I was Legend Sagout Class. Let us play a game of wisdom."
Dransart's eyes gleamed. So this is the trial. Not of strength, but of mind.
*Thus, Dransart ascends through the first six floors of Hell Tower, deceiving kings with keys and disguises. Now he faces the Resurrection King, a legend reborn, who challenges him to a battle of wisdom. The path to the Hell King lies beyond, but only if Dransart proves his cunning.