g, killing effortlessly. These spellcasters, incapable of melee combat, fell easily.

With the magicians dealt with, Brutols faced the Hell Demon. 

“You foolish human! How dare you challenge me? Hmph, you’ve saved me the trouble of killing them first. Hahaha...” the demon laughed coldly. Brutols, unimpressed by the demon’s arrogance, readied himself, knowing it would be a tough opponent.

Empowering his dagger with intense flames, he aimed for the demon’s nether regions. The demon, fearing for its lineage, leaped to avoid the dagger, falling into Brutols' trap. He hurled a massive fireball at its midsection, downing the arrogant demon like a hunter felling a bird. Unharmed, he swiftly defeated the demon, a testament to the vast power gap between him and the magicians.

“Heh, this world’s strength seems limited,” Brutols sighed. Despite the apparent power, few true threats existed. Though his original world’s strong were often hidden, their strength was undeniable. Even so, the many lesser threats here could compensate for the lack of significant challenges. Brutols nodded, ready to continue, when a peculiar figure in white robes appeared.

“Unexpected, someone like you defeating the tower's elites,” the white-robed figure laughed. Brutols, puzzled, wondered why this magician was unfazed by his comrades’ deaths. 

“Why laugh? Don’t you seek vengeance for them?” Brutols asked. The old mage shook his head, “Everything in this world has cause and effect. Some events are beyond my control. I'm just a ghost in this tower, watching its decline. Your arrival might be a miracle. If you can clear these corrupt magicians, the tower might yet be saved.”



Chapter 2: Escaping the Magic Tower (2)

"Oh?" Brutols looked at him with curiosity and said, "Killing a few scoundrels is no problem for me, but how would killing them help you?" The white-robed mage continued, "If you kill them, I can find a new group of pure-hearted individuals to take up the various roles and duties of this magic tower. For me, that's not too difficult. However, killing all these scoundrels might be more problematic for you. Hehe, young man, I’m counting on you now." The mage vanished with a smile, leaving Brutols astonished but committed. He decided to do a good deed and help clean up the tower.

From the dead magicians, Brutols scavenged more magic scrolls, including powerful spells like Blizzard and utility ones like Flight — invaluable for his adventures ahead. He immediately used the Flight scroll to take to the skies, saving the effort of walking. Why walk when you can fly? Continuing his exploration, Brutols encountered several mages who had cloaked themselves with invisibility spells, clearly intending an ambush. Thanks to the golden crystal ball given by the white-robed mage, the

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