The towering monster staggered backward as its skull bled essence into the ruined skyline.
Below it, the city of Floor Seven burned like a broken reflection of history itself.
Above it all stood Drax Magna, his presence no longer restrained, no longer pretending to be human.
Something inside him had fully awakened.
Not just power.
Not just hunger.
Recognition.
The Abyss responded like a living ocean beneath his skin.
Drax's eyes narrowed as he stared up at the colossal creature.
"Devour."
A ripple spread through the air.
The tower itself tried to react—an invisible pressure tightening around his essence, like chains forming from the rules of the floor.
But Drax only tilted his head slightly.
"You can't stop me, floor administrator."
His voice was calm.
Almost amused.
"Devour."
A red aura erupted outward from him.
Not violent in motion—but absolute in function.
The world began to unravel at a conceptual level.
Ambient energy thinned first.
Then collapsed inward.
Then flowed toward him like the universe had decided resistance was meaningless.
The monster roared and attempted to pull back.
But its essence was already being stripped apart.
Not by force—
By ownership.
Drax stepped forward slowly.
Each step made the ground beneath him feel less real and more obedient.
Nightmare remained in his right hand, black blade reflecting nothing at all.
The monster finally reacted with fear.
Not because of damage.
But because it understood something it shouldn't have been able to understand.
This wasn't a fight anymore.
It was consumption.
Drax smiled.
"Let's see if you can endure this."
The air above him distorted as he lifted his sword upward.
"Sky Severing Arts."
The atmosphere itself went still.
Clouds above the burning city split apart as though something invisible had drawn a blade through the heavens.
Drax rose into the air without wings, without support—simply ascending as if gravity had lost authority over him.
The monster looked up.
And for the first time—
It hesitated.
Drax looked down at it.
Cold.
Focused.
Absolute.
"Colossal Descent."
He swung downward.
A vertical slash erupted from the sky itself.
Not a beam.
Not energy.
A cut through reality.
The sky fractured into a descending blade of pure force that crashed into the monster.
BOOOOOM—
The impact erased sound for a moment.
The city below bent under the pressure.
The monster's body was split open across multiple layers of existence, its essence unraveling instantly.
But even as it died—
Drax didn't stop devouring it.
The Abyss did not distinguish between alive and dead.
It only recognized fuel.
The monster collapsed.
Its remaining essence spiraled upward into Drax like a collapsing star being swallowed whole.
A pulse spread through him.
Then another.
Then everything changed.
His presence deepened.
The Abyss within him expanded violently outward before stabilizing into something far more controlled.
Stage 6.
Drax lowered his blade slightly.
A quiet breath left him.
"I like this feeling…"
He tilted his head upward slightly.
"I can release my full inner world manifestation… true Abyss is perfected."
Behind him, the world seemed smaller.
Not physically.
Existentially.
Then—
Without warning—
He blurred forward again, crashing into the remaining monsters still flooding the city.
The battlefield became something else entirely.
A slaughter zone shaped by instinct, control, and endless consumption.
Far away from the central destruction, the system instability of Floor Seven continued fracturing minds.
Isis woke up on the floor of a destroyed apartment.
Dust filled the air.
Half the building was gone.
He coughed once and grabbed his head.
"…What the hell?"
His surroundings were unfamiliar for half a second.
Then pain hit.
Memories returned violently.
The tower.
Floor Seven.
The invasion.
The monsters.
His expression shifted.
"Right…"
A deep roar echoed nearby.
A massive troll was approaching through the rubble, dragging debris behind it.
Isis stood slowly.
His posture changed.
Calm replaced confusion.
Focus replaced panic.
His second personality surfaced.
"…tch. Of course."
Twin blades formed in his hands.
"Twinstarfang."
He dashed forward instantly.
Two green daggers flashed in the air.
An X-shaped slash carved into the troll's chest.
Sparks of essence scattered outward.
The monster staggered—but did not fall.
Too durable.
Too corrupted.
Isis clicked his tongue.
"Still alive? Annoying."
He surged forward again.
Elsewhere in the broken city district, Alexis slowly regained consciousness inside a damaged store.
She blinked.
Then saw the cashier in front of her.
For half a second, everything seemed normal.
Then—
A foot crashed through the ceiling.
The entire store collapsed inward.
The cashier disappeared beneath it instantly.
Blood splattered across Alexis's face.
Silence followed.
Her pupils tightened.
"…Oh."
Her head began to ache.
Memory fragments returned.
Floor Seven.
The tower.
The invasion.
She slowly stood.
Her staff appeared in her hand.
"…so that's how it is."
Her voice dropped slightly.
"Floor Seven is the first calamity."
Across the ruined city, others began awakening too.
Candidates.
Survivors.
Hunters.
All remembering at different times.
All realizing the same truth:
They were not in a simulation.
They were inside a historical extinction event.
And they had to survive it.
High above the chaos, standing on a partially intact skyscraper, Lex watched the destruction unfold with a faint smile.
The wind moved around him without touching him.
Below, monsters devoured the city.
Above, the portal still poured nightmares into existence.
Lex exhaled slowly.
"The higher I go… the more fun I can have."
He laughed softly.
Then—
A dragon emerged from the portal.
Massive.
Roaring.
Descending directly toward him.
Lex didn't move.
He only glanced upward.
Then raised one finger.
"Die."
The dragon's head exploded instantly.
Its body followed seconds later, crashing into the ruins below.
Lex lowered his hand.
Still smiling.
Far below, Floor Seven continued collapsing into war.
And at the center of it all—
Drax kept moving forward, deeper into the chaos, where even the tower itself no longer felt certain it could control what it had released.