Climbing the Tower to Be a God With 10x Gacha System

When James read the gift in detail, he smiled, bowed his head and covered his face with his hands.

Suddenly he jumped to his feet and then shouted:

"HAHAAAA FIRE!!! MY CHILDHOOD DREAM!"

He was going crazy in the huge room, the smile on his face was brighter than it had ever been in his entire life, indeed, the element he had dreamed of since childhood by asking the question "How would it be?" was now in his palms, it was impossible not to be happy like a little kid who got himself a new toy.

After calming down, he sat back in his seat. He laughed so much that his ears were red and his eyes were teary, no one, including the gods, had expected him to be so happy.

[Have you calmed down yet? I don't think anyone thought you'd be this happy.]

When James read the message window that had suddenly appeared in front of him, his smile widened a notch and he spoke, pretending to understand the way it was written:

"I came from a world without magic, my lady, and of course, I would be so happy to fulfil my childhood dream."

After James said this, it became clear that there was no point in waiting on this floor anymore. He had 600 gacha points left, but there was no point in using them now.

"Emma, send me to the 7th floor." he suddenly said and entered the portal that opened in front of him, he had no intention of returning to the 5th floor for a while.

As soon as he entered the floor, he realised that the surroundings were just like on the 6th floor. He was in a cemetery again, but this time he was in a mansion area.

[Welcome!

Welcome to the 7th floor, Mr Umbra!

The quests on floors 7-9 are not shared with players, so players must explore them themselves. Please take care of your sanity and complete the quests.

Good luck!]

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When James read and closed the window, he started to move towards the mansion with calm steps. There was no noise around, the zombie seemed to have left the floor, which meant that whatever he had to do, he had to do it inside the mansion.

With each step he took in line with this information, his attention began to be drawn to other details.

After looking at the tombstones around, he saw that there were names on each tombstone compared to the previous floor, he could not quite understand what was going on.

Maybe this was a functioning region just like in the ancient times of the world. The tombstones of the poor did not have their names written on them, so maybe the 6th floor could be the area symbolising the lowly people.

That's why the mansion looked so luxurious.

"Elanor Rosewell, Rigby Rosewell, Amber Rosewell, Dick Rosewell...Is the whole family buried here?"

He had passed almost 40 gravestones, but after a while these four names caught his attention. It was obvious that they were family, but he didn't know what killed each of them in the same year.

"They all have the same anniversary of death. Year 197."

With these words, James, who had approached the door of the mansion, gently pushed the door and entered.

It was colossally colder inside than outside, James could feel his bones shaking.

As he entered, a melancholy piano began to play, a violin sounded, and people began to gather around.

"Ghosts? Really? Bunch of ghosts, that was not what I expected at all." James said suddenly and reached for his inventory to grasp Clarent, just as another window appeared in front of him:

[Mission Information Updated

Find the real Elanor Rosewell!]

After reading this window, James put Clarent back in his place and then started to look carefully at the ghosts around. All the female ghosts around had the same face. Each of them happily danced with their partners in harmony with the music.

When James went up to a dancing couple, he bowed his head politely, looked at them, and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mrs Elanor?"

Hearing this question, the female ghost turned to James and said, "No dear, that's not me, you have to be quick."

As soon as the female ghost's words were over, her face faded and she had someone else's face. When James saw this image, the astonishment on his face reached a gigantic size.

"Quick?" he thought, not understanding what was going on.

As he asked himself this question he realised that the area was getting hotter, he closed his eyes again and when he opened them he saw that the whole room was on fire.

"KYAAA!!!"

"HELP PLEASE!!!"

"WATER, PLEASE WATER, I'M ON FIRE!!!"

The sounds of screaming were piercing James' ears, it was impossible to understand what was going on.

That melancholic piano and calm violin sound was still going on and the flames around were getting bigger and bigger.

It was even possible to see ghosts running around to escape the flames. They must have thought they could save their lives even though they were dead.

"This tower must be out of its mind..." said James suddenly, but at that moment it occurred to him that he had to move. With quick steps, he stopped the female ghosts around and asked them the same question and got the answer "no" from each of them.

All the female ghosts in the room had already changed, there was no other woman in the area. At that very moment, the door in the very corner of the room caught James' eye.

Something inside him gave him the feeling that he had to break the door and move forward.

He moved towards the door and forced the door, but there was no passage through the door as if someone had nailed the door from the inside.

He suddenly took Clarent outside and without waiting, he cut the door, the door was shattered into pieces.

He managed to keep the flames approaching him away from him with his newly acquired Fire Elemental mastery. Yet despite all this, the flames were growing stronger every second, the room that had just been bone-chillingly cold was now hot as hell.

After passing through the door, James looked around and saw a path leading downwards. The road was dark and there was an air coming from below that squeezed James' heart.

It was as if someone was calling him down, James had to go there.