The teleportation this time wasn't loud, it wasn't instant, it wasn't slow, it was just…wrong..
And the moment I set foot on the cold hard floor of 61st floor, that wrongness took an exponential turn…
A spine numbing sensation ran through my body..
A chilling sensation so absolute it didn't feel like anything a cold could replicate..
It felt less like a cold and more like an absence of life…
The moment my vision cleared, only one word escaped my mouth..
"What…?"
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Outside the Solarium Spire..
The audience watched as Dante blitzed through the entirety of the remaining floors, the monsters unable to survive a single blow..
Hell, even the tower seemed to have cut its losses as it stopped spawning weird creatures entirely..
"Heh.. take that you crummy tower, that'll teach to mess with the one-punch maestro"
