A month... It had been a whole month! Lucas never expected that within this illusionary realm, he would remain trapped for an entire month. This prolonged duration had nearly driven him insane. At times, he even doubted his initial judgment. Was it true that no matter how long one stayed in this space, only an instant passed in the outside world? Could it be that outside, a great deal of time had already passed? Furthermore, was this place really an illusionary space? That was merely his assumption, but perhaps his assumption was wrong? Maybe his opponent had simply banished him to another space, and this place might actually be a real world? Or perhaps... he was already dead, and all of this was merely an illusion appearing before his death? After a month, Lucas truly had been driven mad, his mind wavering, unable to comprehend what he was experiencing. The most terrifying part was that even after such a long time, it still hadn’t ended. Countless soldiers continued charging towards him, their shouts forming an endless roar. Each soldier appears so passionate, so fearless, so utterly relentless. They never grew tired. Lucas could barely hold on any longer. For a moment, he stopped in place, persistently enduring the attacks of soldier after soldier as they closed in, causing the alchemical armor covering his entire body to resound with booming vibrations. After taking hits for a while, he raised his hand again. The front area exploded, engulfing a vast number of soldiers. Blood splattered, bright and piercing. Lucas’s voice had turned hoarse, but he charged forward again, plunging into the endless sea of enemies. Two months, three months... Time passed once more. Eventually, Lucas could no longer tell how much time had elapsed. His mind held only the thought of kill, kill, kill, beyond numbly killing, he could no longer do anything else. He fought until exhaustion, until his heart and mind were utterly exhausted, until he could no longer even lift the sword in his hand. Finally, he collapsed helplessly where he stood, allowing the endless soldiers to overwhelm him, thousands of attacks raining down upon his body. Outside, everything had just begun. Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Carlotta lunged toward Lucas. Figures clad in armor, emanating a strong aura of battlefields, appear around her body. In the blink of an eye, she arrived directly before Lucas. Yet, strangely, Lucas made no attempt to react at all. "In this instant, how many years has it been for you?" Carlotta whispered softly. What she had comprehended from the War Goddess Battle Scroll was exactly this kind of technique, one involving the power of time. A brief moment in others’ perception became an endless stretch of years, capable of grinding a person down to nothing through the sheer weight of time. Carlotta arrived quickly, her sword light falling upon Lucas’s body, then passing through to appear behind him. Then, Lucas, who had been tortured by endless years of battle until he had no resistance left, was cleanly beheaded. His head flew into the air, blood gushing violently from his severed neck. This scene caused countless eyes around them to constrict in shock, revealing expressions of disbelief. Many instantly felt a chill run through their entire bodies, involuntarily drawing in cold breaths. Could it be that a Weaver like him had actually fallen at the hands of a Resonator? "He... why didn’t he resist at all?" Someone stood dazed, unable to believe it. "He couldn’t possibly have deliberately let himself be killed. He must have been unable to resist." "What exactly happened during that brief moment?" "Who exactly is this person?" The crowd nearly erupted into chaos. Many couldn’t help but whisper among themselves, deeply shaken by what had just occurred. Carlotta appeared unfazed and was quite pleased with the tactic drawn from the War Goddess’s battle diagram. This style of assault, which she had mastered through that diagram, was naturally named after the Goddess of War, much like the earlier one had been named after the Harvest Goddess. After collecting the spoils from the battlefield, Carlotta called out to Amelia and left the area together with her. She knew her identity as Moon was definitely exposed now. Staying here any longer would only bring unnecessary trouble. And as Carlotta departed, Ronan, Sandra, and others couldn’t help discuss the event among themselves, the fact that the mysterious girl was actually Moon was naturally impossible to conceal. "What? She was actually Moon?" "No wonder a Resonator could slay a Weaver. Only the Moon possesses such terrifying strength." "Let me ask everyone this, back when we were at Swan Harbor, Moon’s rank was only a peak tier Listener. It hasn’t been that long since then. She’s probably not even a peak tier Resonator now. So, at what rank did she manage to kill a Weaver?" Due to the Concealment ring, no one can detect Carlotta’s exact rank. Now, with someone bringing this up, many people’s expressions changed, sensing that something seemed off. Moon’s strength might be far more terrifying than everyone imagined. "No wonder the Tower of Babel has opened, mysterious Moon has appeared as well. Also, the Mechanical Fortress is going to be in an uproar. They actually lost a Weaver, this isn’t just a minor setback, it’s a devastating blow." Countless people sobbed in amazement. At the same time, Carlotta and Amelia stood at a distance. "I’m planning to go to the higher levels." Carlotta said seriously, "After I broke through to middle tier Resonator, I realized the special area’s assistance to me had become extremely limited. Relying on that place for magic transformation clearly has its limits. It no longer benefits me." Amelia responded slightly helplessly, "But it still helps me." She felt that perhaps she needed to become a middle tier Resonator before the special area’s effects would cease to benefit her. But obviously, that wasn’t an easy thing to achieve. Carlotta said, "In that case, you continue staying here. I’ll go explore the upper levels alone first. Don’t worry, I’ll be able to find you later." Amelia trusted that Carlotta wouldn’t lose her. After all, Carlotta truly gave her the illusion of knowing everything. Yet, the thought of parting from Carlotta brought her some reluctance. But reluctant aside, she still possessed enough rationality. Staying here to continue her cultivation remains the most important thing. Carlotta took out the New Moon, now shrunk to the size of a fingernail, and handed it to Amelia. Since she herself was already capable of fighting Weavers, she had no use for the New Moon. But giving it to Amelia will still provide tremendous assistance. "You should change your appearance before returning. No one will link you to me, they’ll just think you’re a random stranger Resonator. Of course, it’s best not to use the Concealment Ring. Otherwise, you’d be another rank-undetectable person, which might also make others suspicious." Soon after, Amelia changed her appearance and returned to the Special Zone, where people were still buzzing about the previous incident. She wore a newly arrived expression and asked innocently, "Excuse me, everyone, what exactly happened here?" Seeing a newcomer, someone immediately spoke up: "You don’t know? Moon appeared here just now and killed a Weaver!" "What? Moon? The number one on the Moon? She actually killed a Weaver?" Amelia covered her mouth with her hand, feigning shock. Meanwhile, Carlotta entered the 138th floor. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩 She had also altered her appearance, looking utterly ordinary, someone who would blend into any crowd without drawing attention. After stepping onto the 138th floor, she jumped at the map recording valuable items, spotted a few promising things, and immediately flew toward her target. At the same time, Carlotta didn’t forget to store the loot she had just acquired into the Stellar Workshop. Inside the Stellar Workshop, the construction progress of the second-tier ship had previously been at 57%. Adding Lucas’s Alchemical Armor instantly boosted it to 64%, which surprised Carlotta slightly. After all, this was progress for a second-tier ship. Previously, a single piece of alchemical armor would only add about 5% at best. "No wonder it’s alchemical armor used by Weavers, it really is more effective." Carlotta praised quietly. Then she placed all the remaining alchemical materials from Lucas’s spatial item into the workshop, but the progress only rose to 65%. Although the man had carried quite a lot of alchemical items, their value wasn’t particularly high. Carlotta didn’t rush. She put away the Stellar Workshop and quickly departed. Over the following time, she began ascending floor by floor, collecting every valuable item she came across, filling her storage cards to the brim. Fortunately, on the 144th floor, she found a superior spatial material and immediately crafted it into a second storage card, one with far greater internal space than her previous one. This instantly expanded Carlotta’s little storage capacity even further, as she could now hold much more. All the way up, she advanced without obstruction, occasionally encountering people still searching for the passage to the next floor. For these individuals, Carlotta mostly chose to avoid them, not wanting them to follow her to the lower floors. ’The floors below 90 are for Apprentices. Before floor 120, they’re for Listeners. Before floor 150, they’re for Resonators. Beyond that, those are the Weaver floors.’ Carlotta thought to herself. She had now reached the 150th floor. The next one down will be the 151st. Just thinking about what might await on the 151st floor made Carlotta feel a bit tense. The Apprentice floors teemed with Apprentice-level monsters, so naturally, the Weaver floors would be populated with Weaver-level monsters. After all, no matter which floor, the number of monsters was extremely vast. Above the 151st floor, there might be Weaver monsters scattered everywhere, what a terrifying sight that would be? Ascending to such floors made anyone nervous, because the enemies were too numerous. Once engaged in battle with a monster of the same level, you might attract even more of them, it was undoubtedly a scary scenario. In the past, people had never been able to determine just how high the Tower truly reached, not only because the number of floors was overwhelming, but also because the higher one went, the more dangerous it became. Few possess the strength to reach such heights. ’There are far too many Weaver-level monsters. Even if you combined both northern and southern continents, the number of human Weavers wouldn’t be large, probably not even matching the number of Weaver monsters on a single floor.’ Carlotta thought quietly to herself. Many suspect these monsters were illusions, conjured by the Tower itself through unfathomable means. Yet these monsters had flesh and blood, and the materials harvested from their corpses were genuine when brought into the outside world. This leads to another theory: the Tower was a deity’s breeding ground, which explained why there were so many terrifying Weaver monsters, more than the number of actual human Weavers in the world. The latter theory was clearly unacceptable to many, yet a small minority firmly believed this was the truth. Carlotta found the passage, a shimmering door hidden inside a cave. There, she also noticed several footprints, clearly indicating that many people had already advanced to higher floors. Without hesitation, she stepped through the door. The next moment, she emerged from a small forest cabin on the 151st floor. As she stepped out, Carlotta paused, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings. Outside the forest cabin lay a lush landscape, thick trees stretching endlessly, like a rolling green ocean. A small clearing surrounded the cabin, and within it, several people sat chatting. As Carlotta emerged, pairs of eyes turned toward her. "Another one arrived, this time a young girl. She looks so youthful... Hmm, that can’t be her real appearance, right? Hiding her true face?" A young man said with a smile. He had already figured out Carlotta’s situation with just one glance. Beside him, a mature woman with curly purple hair laughed and said, "Aren’t you also hiding your true face? Don’t point fingers at others. Come on, tell me, aren’t you the person I was thinking of earlier?" "Of course not. You’ve mistaken me." The young man shook his head. Next to them stood a middle-aged man and an elder. "May I ask how I should address you?" The middle-aged man asked calmly, then added, "I am Guy Nicholson." He naturally mentioned his name, revealing his identity as if his name alone should be recognized by others. The elder exclaimed, "Truly worthy of being called Lord Guy, coming so openly, unlike us, who all have to hide our identities." Then the elder introduced himself to Carlotta, saying his name was White Goat, an introduction that made Carlotta’s expression involuntarily strange. Could this guy have some connection with Black Goat? Or was he deliberately misleading her? The first two speakers also introduced themselves, then inquired about Carlotta’s identity, and asked whether she was interested in joining forces with them. "Beyond the 151st floor, Weaver monsters are everywhere. Even if we’re all beings of Weaver-level strength, none of us can act alone. Cooperation is necessary. We’ve decided to form a five-member team, we’re just missing one person." White Goat said to Carlotta.