Chapter 230: Rewards

Silence swallowed the world.

Lucifer floated in empty white for a heartbeat, lungs burning. The floor around him was cracked and shattered. There was no sign of Damaris—just a fading shadow where his last strike had landed.

He coughed once, then braced himself on a fractured pillar, chest heaving. For a moment, it felt like he’d fallen out of time. Only the soft, familiar sound of the system humming back to life kept him grounded.

A single line flickered before his eyes:

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: TOWER CLEARED – FLOOR 100 COMPLETE]

The world snapped back. Lucifer landed gently on his feet, body trembling but steady. All around, the last fragments of the tower began to dissolve into drifting motes of red and black light, like fireflies caught in a gentle breeze.

Then came the flood.

[SYSTEM: RETROSPECTIVE REWARD PROCESSING – FLOOR 1 TO FLOOR 100]

The first notification appeared, a list of hard-won prizes scrolling before his eyes—more vivid than ever.

[FLOOR 1: Bloodforged Ring]

A simple silver band that amplifies blood control, making manipulation smoother and more efficient.

[FLOOR 2: Shadow Cloak]

A living mantle that blends with any darkness, letting the wearer vanish for up to three minutes.

[FLOOR 3: Crimson Edge]

A dagger that grows stronger with every drop of enemy blood spilled, bonding to the user’s will.

[FLOOR 4: Vampiric Heart Gem]

Heals fatal wounds once a day, storing excess energy for emergencies.

[FLOOR 5: Black Mist Stone]

Allows instant movement through shadows within sight, with a three-second cooldown.

[FLOOR 6: Echo Talisman]

Absorbs a spell or attack and reflects it with double the power, once per day.

[FLOOR 7: Sanguine Grimoire Page]

An ancient page containing a forgotten blood spell. Lucifer could feel its power waiting to be claimed.

[FLOOR 8: Demon’s Coin]

Flip it in battle for a random buff—luck, speed, defense, or attack—lasting two minutes.

[FLOOR 9: Immortal Thorn]

A vine that can entangle, heal, or restrain, woven with unbreakable spirit energy.

[FLOOR 10: Wraith’s Mark]

A rune tattoo that allows him to phase through physical objects for up to ten seconds, twice per day.

The rewards kept coming—tomes, relics, enchanted jewels, charms, scrolls, soulstones, forbidden runes, crimson coins, and more. Some were minor, others legendary. Every one carried the weight of a battle survived, a lesson learned. By the fortieth floor, Lucifer felt a quiet pride building in his chest.

He read on.

[FLOOR 50: Vampire’s Dominion Cape]

A cloak that generates an aura of absolute command, forcing weaker beings to obey any spoken order within its radius.

[FLOOR 60: Demon Prince’s Eye]

A jewel implant that grants brief precognition during high-stress combat, heightening instincts.

[FLOOR 70: Hellfire Vein]

A single drop of demon king’s blood fused into his own, giving him the power to summon a blaze that devours even spirit energy, three times per day.

[FLOOR 80: Grimoire Binding Chain]

A sentient chain that binds magic, suppresses powers, or restrains almost anything with a spoken command.

[FLOOR 90: Worldbreaker Stone]

A crystal that can collapse a zone or dimension, shattering enemy domains or teleporting everyone inside to safety—one use.

The final rewards flashed, the icons shining so bright they almost burned his vision.

[FLOOR 99: Throne of Nightfall]

An artifact that anchors Lucifer’s authority, allowing him to manifest a physical throne anywhere and boost his abilities as long as he sits upon it.

Then—

The system paused.

A new, heavier window appeared. Letters flickered into life.

[FINAL REWARD: FLOOR 100 – TRANSCENDENT DOMINION UNLOCKED]

SKILL: ABYSSAL CRIMSON DOMAIN

Unleash a pocket reality rooted in primal blood and abyssal fire. All enemies within the domain are locked by your laws. They bleed for you, see nightmares you choose, and cannot escape unless you permit it. Your strength, speed, and regeneration increase massively. Demonic flames scour enemies’ spirit and soul. Domain lasts until dismissed or overpowered.

[COMPLETE TOWER CLEAR REWARD – TWO ARTIFACTS BESTOWED]

1. THE NAMELESS CROWN

A black-gold diadem marked with unspoken runes. As long as you wear it, you hold absolute sovereignty over all vampires—no one of your bloodline can defy your orders or betray you. It shields against mind control, curses, fate-altering spells, and even divine manipulation. The wearer cannot be assassinated or dethroned by force.

2. THE PROGENITOR’S BLADE

A sword forged from the original heartblood of the first vampire and demon king. Its edge shifts between solid, shadow, and flame, cutting through spirit, magic, and concept. It absorbs power from those it kills, growing stronger with every victory. In Lucifer’s hand, it is the key to rewriting bloodline laws and even sealing or unmaking Progenitors.

Lucifer let out a shaking breath, watching as each artifact materialized before him—first the Crown, gleaming with a subtle hunger, then the Blade, its edge flickering with red-black fire and casting long, shifting shadows.

He reached out, letting his fingers brush the Nameless Crown. Instantly, power flooded him—silent, unyielding, absolute. Every heartbeat in the Vampire Realm resonated with his own. Every shadow deepened.

He slid the crown on. It fit perfectly, chilling but comforting.

Then he gripped the Progenitor’s Blade. It felt alive, thrumming with memories—of old kings, dead gods, lost empires. Lucifer’s reflection swam along its edge, gold and red eyes blazing.

A final message blinked before his vision:

[CONGRATULATIONS: THE TOWER IS COMPLETE.]

[A NEW PATH IS OPENED.]

[FACE YOUR DESTINY.]

Lucifer stood there, ringed in light and shadow, new power surging through every nerve.

His lips curled into a fierce, satisfied smile.

"Finally," he whispered. "Now let’s see what the world does... when a real king rises."

The floor faded away, and Lucifer stepped forward—ready for whatever came next.

Elsewhere

Adam sat on a throne carved from living light, perched above the clouds of a world that looked nothing like the one he’d destroyed. The sky glowed, gold and endless, while a hundred winged beings hovered in slow motion around him. They weren’t angels—just echoes of his will, building something vast with every flick of their hands.

Below, a new earth stretched out—lush, untouched, flawless. Rivers bent in unnatural curves, mountains floated in the distance, and strange flowers lit the valleys with blue and crimson fire. No scars, no ruins, just perfection. Everything exactly as he wanted.

Adam watched quietly, his eyes empty of regret. Before him, the winged beings finished their work—a gateway forming in the air, spinning with runes older than time.

He didn’t move. Just sat there, silent, a god on his own creation, watching his perfect world grow, waiting for the next step.