Free Web NovelChapter 26: Seven Abyssal Hell Tower
The Seven Abyssal Hell Tower stood like a silent monarch overlooking Metro City. Even from several streets away, it dominated the skyline. Its pitch-black exterior reflected no sunlight, appearing as though it had been carved from a single piece of obsidian.
Seven massive tiers rose one above another, each level broader than the one above it, giving the entire structure an overwhelming sense of permanence, while ancient crimson runes glowed faintly along its walls, pulsing slowly like the heartbeat of some slumbering giant.
Unlike ordinary dungeons scattered throughout Metro City, there was no Spatial Rift that separated the two worlds, rather It simply existed, as though it had always belonged to the world.
Pedestrians casually walked along the surrounding streets, paying little attention to the colossal tower. For ordinary civilians, it was little more than another famous landmark, albeit one surrounded by heavy security and years of history. To Streamers, however, it was an entirely different story. The Seven Abyssal Hell Tower was one of the city’s greatest strategic assets.
Dan Moriarty stood quietly across the street, his gaze resting upon the immense structure. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"So this is it..."
His eyes slowly swept upward. Even after researching countless articles online, seeing the tower with his own eyes was an entirely different experience. Its sheer scale was oppressive, it seemed less like a building and more like a mountain that had been shaped by human hands.
After several moments, Dan began walking. The plaza surrounding the tower was surprisingly spacious, with elegant fountains lining both sides of the broad stone pathway leading toward the entrance while carefully maintained gardens softened the otherwise imposing atmosphere.
There were no tourists, no crowds, only scattered Streamers coming and going, some traveling alone and others moving in organized teams bearing guild insignias upon their uniforms.
Every one of them passed through an enormous transparent barrier surrounding the tower’s grounds, which shimmered faintly whenever someone crossed it.
Ordinary people walking nearby never attempted to enter, whether by instinct or government regulation, regardless, only streamers had the ability to cross the transparent barrier.
Dan continued forward. As he approached, the transparent barrier became increasingly visible, stretching high into the air and completely enclosing the tower grounds, its surface resembling perfectly still water.
Without slowing his pace, Dan stepped forward. Ripples spread outward the instant his body touched the barrier, and there was no resistance, no sensation of passing through a wall, only a brief coolness brushed across his skin before he emerged on the opposite side.
Behind him, the sounds of the city immediately became muted. Car engines, conversations, footsteps, everything seemed strangely distant.
Within the barrier, the atmosphere felt noticeably different. The spiritual energy was denser, and the air itself carried a refreshing coolness. Dan took a slow breath.
"As expected. Even the environment inside the barrier is better suited for Streamers."
His gaze shifted toward the tower entrance. Several guards dressed in Black Gun Guild uniforms still stood watch nearby — although ownership had changed, personnel would likely remain until the formal administrative transition was completed.
None of them stopped him, as the Guild Master had already notified the tower staff earlier that morning. They merely offered respectful nods as Dan passed.
The massive entrance doors gradually came into full view. They were nearly five meters tall, forged from an unfamiliar black metal decorated with intricate carvings of swords, dragons, beasts, and countless mysterious symbols, and at the center of both doors rested an enormous keyhole.
Dan reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around a heavy metallic object — the key personally handed to him by the Guild Master after the ownership transfer.
Unlike ordinary keys, this one possessed an unusual appearance. It was entirely black, its handle resembling intertwined dragon claws gripping a crimson gemstone no larger than a marble, with ancient runes engraved along its shaft. Although simple in function, it carried immense authority. Without it, no one could unlock the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower.
Dan studied it briefly.
"So this is the symbol of ownership."
There was something strangely satisfying about holding it — power, responsibility, and opportunity, all represented by this single key. He closed his hand around it once more before continuing toward the entrance, his footsteps echoing softly across the polished stone. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Everything around him remained peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Dan’s instincts stirred faintly. Someone was watching. He did not immediately react, instead calmly continuing to walk. Closer. Only several dozen meters remained before he reached the enormous entrance, and his thoughts naturally drifted toward his plans.
The Seven Abyssal Hell Tower possessed seven primary floors, each functioning almost like an independent Living Realm with different environments, different civilizations, different monsters, and different stories. Infinite replay value.
Even if one floor was fully explored, another still awaited above, with hidden bosses, secret quests, unique rewards, and special events. Few dungeons in existence possessed such astonishing longevity. From a Streamer’s perspective, it was paradise. From a Guild Master’s perspective, it was an empire waiting to be built.
Most guilds treated dungeons merely as resources. Dan saw something greater, a foundation. Streams could be broadcast daily, guild members could train here, and exclusive events could be organized: competitions, boss raids, exploration broadcasts.
Every floor represented another source of content, and content became viewers, viewers became gifts, gifts became resources, resources became strength, strength attracted stronger members, and stronger members created better streams. A perfect cycle. His lips curved into a faint smile.
"With this tower, I won’t need to rely on anyone."
Why walk beneath another’s banner when one could raise his own? The ancient saying echoed quietly within his thoughts — a dragon does not dwell forever beneath shallow waters; once the storm arrives, it ascends to the heavens. This tower would become that storm.
Dan reached the wide staircase leading toward the entrance and began climbing, his hand loosely holding the black key. He could already imagine opening the massive doors, stepping inside, ascending toward the first floor, and beginning the true journey of establishing his guild. Everything until now had merely been preparation.
His footsteps slowed naturally — not because of hesitation, but because his instincts had grown louder. Someone was definitely watching him. No. More than one. The sensation came from behind, yet without turning, Dan continued climbing.
One more step. Then —
"Take another step..."
The voice exploded across the plaza like thunder.
"...and you die."
Dan stopped. The words were calm, cold, and utterly devoid of emotion, yet they carried unmistakable killing intent. The surrounding guards stiffened instantly, and several nearby Streamers instinctively turned toward the source of the voice. The previously tranquil atmosphere vanished in an instant.
Dan remained standing upon the staircase, his expression unchanged. He did not immediately turn around. Instead, he quietly tightened his grip around the black key as the afternoon breeze swept across the plaza.
Only then did Dan slowly begin to turn toward the person who had just threatened his life.
