Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon
Chapter 61: Ch 61: The Tower’s Gaze

Chapter 61: Ch 61: The Tower’s Gaze

Ye Tian stood amidst the colorful mana circles and the broken wills of the world’s strongest.

His words still lingered in the air, reverberating in the ears of those who had witnessed his display of absolute dominance.

"Bow before me" he repeated, his tone unwavering, a sharp edge cutting through the silent battlefield.

"Or die."

For most, there was no choice. The weight of his presence alone was suffocating.

Yet, arrogance was a cornerstone of mages, and even now, it reared its head.

Among the 38 8th Circle mages, defiant voices emerged, carried on the winds.

"You think we, the pinnacle of humanity, will grovel at the feet of a boy?" one scoffed, his tone thick with disdain.

"Arrogant brat!" another snarled.

"How dare you demand such submission from legends like us?"

The group murmured in agreement, their pride igniting like a dying flame grasping at its final embers.

Ye Tian’s cold, black eyes, void of any light, turned toward them.

The All-Seeing Eyes of the Void were fully activated, mana coursing through his veins like liquid fire.

He remained silent, his expression unreadable as he watched the defiance unfold before him.

Yet, within his void-filled gaze, he saw what they sought to hide.

Their mana, carefully masked and disguised as ordinary, betrayed them under his scrutiny.

Like a shroud being torn away, the truth revealed itself... an embodiment of death clung to eight of them, a foul miasma radiating from their cores.

Ye Tian’s lips curled into a sinister smile.

"So that’s how it is..." he said, his voice calm but laced with an ominous undertone.

He raised his hand, gesturing toward the group.

"Those who wish to serve me" he began, his voice booming like thunder...

"step forward now and stand by my side."

He paused, letting his words sink in before adding coldly...

"As for the rest of you... stay exactly where you are."

The crowd of 8th Circle mages exchanged uneasy glances.

Slowly, one by one, they made their choice.

Thirty figures floated toward Ye Tian, their expressions a mix of resignation and fear.

They aligned themselves behind him, silently acknowledging his authority.

But among them, eight remained.

The same eight whose cores radiated the miasma of death stood frozen in place, their expressions unreadable.

They refused to move, the air around them thick with tension.

Among these eight was a towering man with sharp, piercing eyes and an air of superiority.

His crimson robes bore the sigil of the Simons, one of the three legendary mage families.

A family said to have been personally guided by Michael, the Archangel of Justice.

The sight of a Simon defying him caused Ye Tian’s smile to widen.

"A Simon..." he remarked, tilting his head slightly.

"One of the so-called untouchables. How amusing."

Ye Tian raised his hand, brushing the back of his neck with deliberate slowness.

His movements were casual, but the weight of his words was anything but.

"So, let me ask you, you eight" he began, his voice sharp and commanding.

"Will you confess your sins, or must I drag the truth from you myself?"

The tension behind him rose as murmurs broke out among the mages who had pledged their loyalty.

They whispered nervously, their voices barely audible, but the fear was palpable.

The eight mages ahead, however, stood like statues, their faces etched with rage.

One of them, a man clad in deep emerald robes, sneered.

"Confess?!" he spat.

"To what, you insolent whelp? Who do you think you are to demand anything from us?"

Ye Tian sighed, his patience wearing thin.

"Alright, you forced my hand, motherfuckers."

With a flick of his wrist, he snapped his fingers.

The sound echoed like a thunderclap, and an invisible wave of mana surged forward, distorting the air as it moved.

In an instant, the carefully woven veil of mana surrounding the eight mages was torn apart, revealing the truth they had tried so desperately to hide.

The crowd gasped as a sickly black miasma spilled out from their cores, twisting and writhing like living shadows.

"Death mages" someone whispered, their voice trembling with disbelief.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the gathered mages.

Those who had aligned themselves with Ye Tian erupted in outrage.

"Traitors!" one shouted.

"You lied to us! You’ve been working for the God of Death all along!"

The accusations flew fast and furious, but Ye Tian silenced them with a single raised hand.

His gaze turned toward the leader of the eight, the Simon.

"You..." Ye Tian said, his voice low and dangerous.

"It’s time you pay for your sins."

The Simon scoffed, his arrogance still unshaken.

"Pay? For what? You think your tricks can intimidate me?" he sneered.

"You’re nothing but a—"

Before he could finish, Ye Tian raised his index finger, pointing directly at the Simon.

"Bang, motherfucker" Ye Tian said coldly.

The Simon froze, his smug expression faltering as a sudden heat surged through his body.

His vision turned red. Blood rushed to his head, his veins bulging grotesquely as his brain threatened to explode.

"What... what is this...?" the Simon choked out, his voice filled with panic.

Ye Tian’s voice rang out like a death knell.

"Ninth Circle Magic: Karmic Annihilation."

The words sent chills down every spine.

Karmic Annihilation... an ancient and forbidden spell, capable of erasing not just the target but everyone connected to them through karma. Family, friends, comrades... none were spared.

The Simon’s body began to wither before their eyes, his flesh decaying as his life force was ripped away.

The other seven mages shared the same fate, their screams echoing as their bodies crumbled into nothingness.

Within seconds, all eight were gone.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

The once-proud mages who had stood against Ye Tian were reduced to ash, their existence wiped from the annals of history.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, their fear palpable.

But amid the terror, one figure stood out.

Jamie, standing far below, was smiling.

His eyes shone with satisfaction as he watched Ye Tian obliterate the death mages... traitors who had been accomplices in his father’s murder.

Above, Ye Tian chuckled, a dark, unsettling sound that sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

His gaze flicked to the sides, where glowing notifications bombarded his vision.

Two screens... one black, one white... flickered beside him, filling with constant updates.

The gods... both those of destruction and creation... were furious.

Their hostility radiated from the screens like a tangible force.

"Ah..." Ye Tian said, his tone mocking.

"I suppose I just ruined your little chess game, didn’t I?"

He could feel their eyes on him, their hatred burning like the sun.

And then, something new appeared.

The black and white screens merged, forming a colorless window.

Words began to materialize across its surface.

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[The Tower... Looks Upon You.]

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