Canghai City's Rebirth

Everyone turned to look at that corner.

"Old Ji." The middle-aged man running the betting pool gave a dry cough, his tone carrying a hint of worry. "The hundredth floor is no joke. In Canghai City's history of several hundred years, no one has ever reached it. The highest record is the ninety-fifth floor. Do you know what those remaining five floors mean? That's already not something Soul Power can solve."

Old Ji offered no further explanation. He simply took a money pouch from his sleeve and set it heavily on the table.

"Betting on the hundredth floor."

Looking at the money pouch, the man muttered, "Don't blame me if you lose."

Old Ji picked up the cup of tea that had gone cold and silently gave no answer.

Just then, someone outside pointed out the window and shouted, "They've passed the fiftieth floor!"

Everyone quickly crowded to the window and peered outside.

At the middle section of Canghai Tower, the halo of the fifty-first floor had just lit up.

From the base of the tower to the fifty-first floor, that light's climbing speed still had not slowed. If anything, it seemed faintly faster than before.

The first thirty floors had taken a little under half an hour, and from the thirtieth to the fiftieth floor had likewise taken half an hour, despite the difficulty being on a completely different level. Yet their speed showed no sign of dropping.

It could be said that those two children had already completely adapted to the rhythm inside the tower.

Damn!

Were they even human?

When these people challenged the tower, they had all needed several attempts before they adapted, but those two had adapted in only a few floors.

Comparing yourself to others could really drive a person mad.

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