Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom

Edge of the jungle.

After leaving the Crimson Star Tribe camp, Dilly did not choose to return to the exile organization's camp or enter Plata Plain. Instead, she sat on a large tree at the edge of the jungle, gazing at the still verdant Plata Plain where the wild grasses hadn't withered despite the severe cold.

It was then that a voice appeared in her ear.

"Dilly, I need your help!"

Startled, Dilly looked around cautiously and asked, "Who?"

The voice replied, "I am Enzo."

"Enzo?" Hearing this answer, Dilly remained wary, as the voice she heard was soft and feminine, quite unlike Enzo's aggressive tone.

Dilly probed, "What do you need help with?"

Enzo responded directly, "You know about the High Tower so well and are certain I can get you into the High Tower Space. But now, I'm trapped."

Dilly's face darkened.

This was not good news for her.

Thinking of this, Dilly jumped down from the tree directly and hurried back towards the Crimson Star Tribe camp.

Using her stealth abilities, she found Amy.

Amy was surprised and asked, "Are you Enzo now?"

Enzo, controlling Amy's body, rolled her eyes and said, "Don't worry about that for now. I've been sent by the High Tower Soul into a mysterious ruins. It's empty and vast. Moreover, I'm certain the High Tower will be destroyed soon, and then you won't be able to get that magical dragon blood you need."

Dilly fell silent for a moment and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Enzo laid out her plan plainly, "I need cooperation from the outside. The High Tower Soul doesn't know I can contact people outside, so I can set up preparations in advance. Of course, the success of these preparations depends on what good ideas you can come up with."

Enzo posed the question to Dilly.

Dilly hesitated, uncertain whether Enzo's plea for help was a test or a genuine call for assistance. Nevertheless, she knew that acquiring the magical dragon Ogorien's blood was crucial for her.

So he nodded in agreement.

Immediately, she picked up a sheet of paper and a quill from the table and began drawing a pattern. As she worked, she explained, "The barren mountain area is the origin of Rituals. Among them, the most important is the Convergence Ritual. This Ritual gathers the strength of all tribe members together, achieving a qualitative transformation through quantitative accumulation, thereby overcoming enemies."

"In your current situation, this Ritual might be able to help you."

"However, the materials required for the Ritual setup, the tribe members involved, and the timing of its execution—all of these choices are up to you. I cannot assist with that."

Enzo nodded, picking up the paper and examining it with satisfaction.

He then asked, "Is there a simpler version of this Ritual?"

Dilly glanced at Enzo in surprise. However, since Enzo was currently using Amy's body to speak with her, Dilly couldn't discern much and simply nodded, saying, "Yes, what you see now is the Ritual performed with the entire tribe as the main participants. Beneath this Ritual, there is a simplified version that only requires a few people to gather the strength of many into one. After you help me obtain the magical dragon Ogorien's blood, I can inform you how to set up the simplified Ritual."

With that, Dilly's form gradually faded away.

Enzo didn't press further.

To him, gaining access to the Convergence Ritual was an unexpected delight, signifying another means he could utilize.

After instructing Amy to gather the tribe and prepare for the Convergence Ritual, Enzo's consciousness returned to himself.

Of course, utilizing the power of the scepter of the barren mountain, he could contact Amy at any time.

In the mysterious ruins, Enzo sat down comfortably, a smile playing on his lips. Speaking to himself, he said, "Now, all that's left is to wait."

Days passed.

As news spread of the appearance of the High Tower Space, more and more people entered it, each possessing exceptional supernatural talents. However, as the number of people stranded in the High Tower Space grew, many attempted the trials of the fourth level, only to find them seemingly impassable.

Then, anxiety began to spread.

Most people, unable to leave the High Tower Space, also found themselves cut off from the outside world. Despite this, the influx into the High Tower Space continued unabated.

And everyone remained stuck at the fourth trial.

Inside the Great Hall of the High Tower, Freya emerged once again from the fourth trial and faced the smiling puppet of the High Tower Soul. She asked, "Is there truly no way to pass the fourth trial?"

The puppet of the High Tower Soul sternly replied, "Please mind your words!"

It added, "Any questioning of the trials in the High Tower Space will be seen as provocation. Please do not violate the rules of the High Tower Space!"

Hearing this, Freya's eyes flashed with thought.

She changed her question, "High Tower Soul, can you tell me where Enzo went?"

This time, it wasn't the puppet who answered.

The true High Tower Soul appeared, staring at Freya. It said, "My dear, as a candidate priestess of the Golden Lion Tribe, in some respects, you do not qualify to enter the High Tower Soul. After all, in the face of that disaster, the Golden Lion Tribe was not part of the alliance of the barren mountain region."

Freya retorted casually, "But that's in the past."

"Furthermore." She paused and continued, "You did not prevent members of the Golden Lion Tribe from entering. Besides, the rules of the High Tower seem rather peculiar. From what I understand, they were not like this after the High Tower was created."

Freya was now suspicious.

Something was amiss with the High Tower!

Or rather, with the High Tower Soul.

High Tower Soul didn't seem to care about this questioning at all. It didn't even defend itself, but instead praised, "You are indeed a clever child. Apart from Enzo, you are the second one to guess. As a reward for discovering the truth, you qualify as one of the candidates."

Freya's expression darkened as she asked, "Candidate? What does that mean?"

This time, the High Tower Soul did not answer. Instead, it casually opened a passage and sent Freya into another set of mysterious ruins.

...

The wind was howling~

The wind whistled in her ears as Freya realized, upon being transported to the mysterious ruins, that she was high in the air and plummeting rapidly downward.

Damn it!

Freya cursed inwardly.

It was clear that the High Tower Soul was retaliating. At this moment, her physical strength had been drained, rendering her unable to use her abilities to avert this crisis.

If she landed directly on those boulders, it could very well mean death.

Of course, not true death.

She still had the blessing's power within her. If her life were threatened, the blessing would activate.

But this was a last resort.

The thought of using it in such a way left Freya feeling resentful.

Just as she was about to crash onto the ground, Freya sensed someone appearing beside her, catching her and bringing her safely to the ground.

Upon seeing who it was, Freya's expression became complicated. "Enzo..."

Enzo nodded, somewhat surprised to see Freya here. "Freya, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Freya asked, "Have you been here all this time?"

Enzo replied, "Yes, this seems to be some sort of prison, a limitless one. Aside from these boulders, there's nothing else here."

Freya pressed on, "Is there any way to leave?"

Enzo simply said, "Wait."

Freya didn't quite understand Enzo's meaning at this moment. She also sensed a change in Enzo's attitude towards her.

Could it be because of her intervention to prevent him from killing Zona?

Freya had her answer, but she didn't believe she was wrong.

As a priestess of the Golden Lion Tribe, why should she care about Enzo's opinion?

Freya's inherent pride surfaced once again. After observing the mysterious ruins, she returned to where Enzo was seated and said, "This place isn't without boundaries.It's constantly repeating. It's like a rolling cylinder, where we're like ants walking in circles, seemingly progressing but actually returning to the starting point."

Enzo chuckled and said, "Congratulations on discovering the secret."

Freya's expression turned cold as she demanded, "If you knew, why didn't you tell me?"

Enzo countered, "Why should I tell you?"

Upon hearing this, Freya's face brightened with a radiant smile. She asked, "Enzo, are you still upset about what happened before? Zona deserved to die, but you shouldn't have killed him in front of others; that was a challenge to the Golden Lion Tribe. Besides, you have no idea of the strength of the Golden Lion Tribe. I stopped you because I didn't want you to lose your life over it."

Enzo fell silent for a moment and then asked Freya, "Freya, do you know what matters most to me?"

Freya pondered for a moment and replied, "Power?"

Enzo shook his head. "That's only half right."

Freya glanced at herself and smiled, "Women?"

Again, Enzo shook his head, cutting off further guesses. He directly answered the question, "It's freedom and dignity. A person can be defeated, but they must never lose their freedom or live without dignity."

Freya suddenly laughed.

Her eyes revealed a hint of disdain, not directed at Enzo personally but at the concept of freedom and dignity he spoke of. She said, "But the weak have no right to talk about these things."

Enzo countered, "Do you think I'm weak?"

Freya fell silent, unable to respond.

Just then, the mysterious ruins suddenly began to tremble.