Towers Of Heaven 1 Chapter 1

There are less than one hundred survivors. All of them are the cream of the crop. Elite among elites. Together, they mount one final attack against the final floor of the tower. They don't expect victory, but they have nothing left to lose. They fought without regard for their lives. Perhaps that was what allowed them to surpa.s.s themselves.

As the final battle for humanity raged on, their numbers continued to fall. 90. 80. 55. 20. 10. 5. Only five humans were left. They were superhuman among superhumans, possessing abilities beyond their peers. It was no wonder they were the last ones standing. All of them possessed courageous spirits and didn't fear death. No, they laughed at it!

Even so, their numbers continued to fall. 4, 3, 2, 1. A single man stood before his foe, his breath ragged. He looked around and found his companions dead. The comrades he spent the past six decades with were dead. Mutilated beyond recognition. He fought back his tears and focused on the demon before him, the leader of h.e.l.l.

"Baal!" He screamed hoa.r.s.ely. The powerful flames of h.e.l.l invaded his body. His internal organs were a mess. He wouldn't live for long.

"ROY!" Baal roared with anger. The puny humans were weak, but each one he killed left him more wounded than before. He was on his last stand. Even so, he was the king of h.e.l.l! He would kill the human before him and recover his wounds.

Roy coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Tiny black flames could be seen embedded within the blood. The light began to fade from Roy's eyes. He was dying…

Even as he was on the verge of death, he summoned the last of his willpower to force himself forward. His walk turned into a jog, then a sprint. He charged towards Baal and activated his most powerful skill. Somehow, his sword managed to plant itself in Baal's heart. The skill activated and burst apart Baal's torso.

Baal collapsed to the ground and clutched his chest. "Human… you… you…"

Roy leaned against his sword to keep himself upright. He watched as the foe who killed all of his comrades died. Relieved, he slowly closed his eyes. Just then, a voice filled the world. "Roy has successfully cleared the tower of heaven!"

Surprised, Roy glanced up and saw a white figure standing before him. The figure was shrouded in a white light. He couldn't make out the features of the person, but he was sure it was a man. The man's voice was soft, "Congratulation on clearing the tower of heaven."

Roy's eyes became filled with a rage beyond any other. He struggled to raise his hand and pointed at the man. "You! You are the one behind this!"

The man ignored Roy's accusation and continued. "You have one wish."

Roy paused and quelled his rage. If there was one wish, it would be...

As he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly collapsed to the ground. He was dead. In the end, Baal's flames were too strong.

The man watched callously as Roy died. Just as the man was about to dissipate, there was an audible groan.

Among the hundred corpses, Jason suddenly twitched. It was possible to see his wounds recover with the naked eye. After minutes turned into hours, Jason's eyes snapped open. He stood up with a start and looked around. "Eh? Where's Baal?"

Jason looked down at his feet and found a bunch of corpses. "You… you fools!"

He laughed hoa.r.s.ely, "You call yourselves heroes, and yet you all died!"

Even though he was laughing, tears fell from his eyes. He fell to his knees and mourned. "You idiots.. if you're dead, what will I do? I'm useless. Just a selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d..."

He struggled to his feet and roamed around the room. He found Baal's corpse and gave it a few kicks. "d.a.m.n demon! If it wasn't because I had an insane recovery ability, I would have died to your flames."

After satisfying himself, he found Roy's corpse not too far from Baal's body. He walked up to Roy and crouched down. With a heavy sigh, he closed Roy's eyes. "Rest in peace, hero among heroes. Without you, humanity would never have lasted this long."

Jason glanced at Roy's sword and hesitated. He clenched his teeth and picked it up. He brought the sword against his neck and closed his eyes. A minute pa.s.sed as he stood there motionless. His eyes suddenly snapped open. "AHHHHH!"

Even as he screamed, the sword never moved. With a defeated laugh, the sword fell to the ground with a clang. "I don't even have the courage to kill myself."

He looked up and saw a white figure staring at him. Alarmed, he took up a defensive posture. He was ready to flee at any moment. "Who're you?!"

The white figure asked calmly. "What do you wish for?"

"Huh? Wish?" Jason's thoughts spun rapidly. He looked down at Baal's corpse and realized that with his death, the last floor of the tower had been cleared. Unexpectedly, this figure was offering him a wish as a reward.

The white figure watched patiently. Jason looked down at Roy's corpse and came to a conclusion. "I wish for the complete resurrection of humanity! And not the undead type of resurrection!"

"It shall be done." The white figure waved his hand.

Jason watched with tears of happiness. A minute pa.s.sed, and yet nothing happened. "Did you… did you do it?"

"Not enough energy." The white figure replied.

"Huh?!" Jason was stunned. "You asked me for a wish and yet you couldn't complete it?"

"Access to master has been cut off. Energy reserves are not enough to satisfy your request." The white figure explained.

"Bulls.h.i.+t! The reward for clearing the tower should be whatever wish I wanted, right? And yet you're saying you can't fulfill it!?" Jason was incensed. He blurted out all sorts of swear words and insults.

The white figure's face was placid as the man vented his rage. After a minute, the white figure asked again. "What do you wish for?"

"The complete revival of humanity, d.a.m.n it!" Jason repeated.

The white figure shook his head. "Not enough energy."

"AHHHH!" Jason grabbed his head in frustration. "d.a.m.n it all!"

He collapsed to the ground and looked over at Roy. "What would you do, Roy?"

Even though they never got along, deep inside, he felt profound respect for Roy. No matter what Roy encountered, he never gave up. That alone was admirable, and yet that was just a single trait. Roy was exactly like the perfect hero. He extended a helping hand to all, placed others before himself, and never stopped working hard.

With renewed determination, Jason stood up and glared at the white figure. "I want to go back in time to before the towers arrived!"

"It shall be done." The white figure waved his hand.

This time, Jason felt his vision fade to black. His soul was whisked away and sent through time.