「Every time I tried to understand how the Tower works, things only got worse.」
The thought echoed in the hollow space of Kang Min's mind as the edge of Varkas's sword grew closer, a sliver of cold steel reflecting the crimson ruin of the sky.
「I spent years analyzing the mechanics, the lore, and the hidden intentions of the Constellations. I tried to treat it like a puzzle, a logic problem that could be solved with enough patience and research. And every time, the Tower just moved the goalposts. It twisted the rules until my 'logic' became my greatest weakness.」
A dull ache throbbed in his charred left hand, but he didn't flinch.
「So how did I do it? How did I reach the 600th floor and perform feats that made even the Gods look away in fear? How did I become the only person to ever stand at the threshold of the end?」
A grim, blood-flecked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
