Genius Noble With System
Chapter 226 - 13 Floors

Chapter 226: 13 Floors

"I am Victor, the Domain Lord of the Velnoria galaxy, where Rion and hundreds of thousands of other inhabited worlds reside." His voice was calm and emotionless, yet his words shocked the trialists. Although they knew countless planets and worlds existed, hearing the truth directly—and that he was the Domain Lord of such a vast number of worlds—was astonishing.

The revelation struck the trialists like a bolt of lightning. Though they had all heard stories of vast realms and distant galaxies, few among them had truly grasped the immensity of what lay beyond their own worlds.

Now, standing before a being who governed not only Rion but also hundreds of thousands of other worlds, they felt a powerful sense of awe—and a chilling insignificance.

Victor’s presence was overwhelming, his calm, detached demeanour exuding an authority so absolute that it bordered on terrifying. This was a figure who had seen epochs rise and fall, who held power that transcended empires. The trialists looked to each other, a mix of fascination and fear in their eyes.

"You are the geniuses of this era, chosen to join the Sky Tower, which will change your lives and allow you to witness unimaginable things and reach unimaginable heights. But before joining, you must each find the floor of the tower to which you belong and will enter."

"And let me remind you, in Sky Tower there aren’t halls or some groups, but the tower is divided into thirteen floors, each floor representing the great power."

"Each floor is ranked as the 1st floor being the weakest and the 13th floor being the strongest in Sky Tower."

As he said that, quickly a giant golden pillar appeared in the sky, radiating divine aura. Looking at the pillar, the mysterious Domain master Victor said.

"This is the Pillar of the Sky. It will measure your talent, foundation, and strength to determine which floor you will join."

"The number of times it lights up will determine the floor you’ll join. If it glows once, you’ll join the first floor; if it glows twice, the second floor, and so on."

The trialists looked up in awe at the towering golden pillar, its surface shimmering with a divine radiance that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the universe. The Pillar of the Sky was unlike anything they had ever seen. Its glow was both beautiful and intimidating as if it were alive and held the wisdom of countless ancient beings.

Victor’s voice resonated once more, cutting through their wonder.

"Step forward, one by one. Let the pillar read your essence. Do not resist—any attempt to hide your true nature will only limit your potential," he cautioned, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The crowd was tense, and each trialist’s heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. They understood what this test meant; the floor they joined would determine their status and the power of their future.

Those who could reach the highest floors would gain access to insights and resources reserved for only the rarest talents in existence.

Everyone’s thoughts were on what floor they would reach; even the dozen mysterious bosses were also looking at this with more interest, as this was where they would know who would belong to which floor.

Each floor serves a different purpose and holds varying levels of strength. Even the weakest floor of the Sky Tower, the first floor, is countless times stronger than the combined power of Rion.

While talent determines a person’s starting point, the individual and the opportunities they encounter set the upper limit. Thus, every floor has powerful guardians who are not necessarily weaker than those on higher floors.

For each trialist, talent would dictate their starting point. But how far they would rise—how many floors they could ascend—depended entirely on their willpower, understanding, and the rare opportunities they could seize.

Trialists were hesitating, but finally, a bold, young trialist from a distant empire strode forward first. His performance wasn’t bad; he showed decent strength as a saint, so everybody was looking forward to seeing what level he could reach.

He placed his hand on the pillar, his face set with determination. As he touched it, the golden light began to pulse, then glowed once, dimmed, until finally, it faded only after the first pulse of glow.

"The First Floor," A cold mechanical voice echoed and announced the result, shocking all the trialists.

"What! With my talent and strength, how can I be on the first floor? He was shocked; he couldn’t believe it as he proudly came forward first, even though he knew he wouldn’t be the best, he still believed in his talent that wasn’t much lower than strong geniuses.

But the result seems to show something else. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as the others absorbed this unexpected revelation, each one silently recalibrating their expectations.

Not only his but also other trialists’ expressions changed, as most of them might not be as good as him, meaning the first floor can only be their option.

A nervous tension spread among the trialists, some stealing glances at each other, wondering if this was a test they were all doomed to join the lowest level.

One of the figures hovering above, with an amused expression, leaned forward as if savouring the reactions. "Interesting," he murmured to his peers, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Looks like the ’geniuses’ of this era might need a dose of humility."

In the silence that followed, another trialist stepped forward, nerves visibly rattling his calm facade. He placed his hand on the pillar, eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear, the golden light pulsing faintly in response.

Would it shine again for the first floor—or would this next contender prove worthy of a higher floor?

But sadly it still only glowed one time, which made everyone feel cold as they couldn’t help but the difficulty. The trialists now all are proud geniuses who, from birth, felt they were superior to most geniuses, yet now they were suddenly told they were at the bottom level, which was a huge blow.

For such a scenario, the most mysterious figures in the sky seem to have expected it and knew beforehand this was going to happen, as they seem to watch calmly.

Although many became more anxious and were hit, the test continued without a pause, and like before, most of them were able to light only a single glow; it continued for the nineteenth time until the 20th trialist appeared.

As the nineteenth trialist returned to the crowd, head hanging in dismay, a heavy silence settled over the area. The accumulation of one disappointing result after another weighed heavily on each of them.

The once-bright spark of confidence these trialists carried had faded into doubt, their dreams of rising to the highest floors now overshadowed by the harsh reality of the test’s rigour.

Then, the twentieth trialist stepped forward—a tall, composed young man with a sharp gaze, his expression untouched by the tense atmosphere around him, clearly showing that he was a bit different than most.

The crowd’s focus shifted, the weight of nineteen single-glow results pushing all hopes onto this confident newcomer. He approached the pillar with steady resolve, his every step brimming with quiet determination and confidence. Without hesitation, he placed his hand upon the pillar, and the golden light pulsed, brightening with intensity.

’One pulse.’.

A tense pause. Then, the light glowed again—a second pulse radiating outward.

The crowd’s gasps filled the silence as a third pulse followed, brighter and more powerful than the last.

"Third floor," the mechanical voice declared, its tone as indifferent as ever.

A wave of awe rippled through the trialists. For the first time, someone had reached beyond the first floor. Eyes widened, and whispers erupted. Although it wasn’t a shockingly high result, it still boosted the morale of all trialists as they aren’t the lowest.

This was the glimmer of hope they had needed—a sign that perhaps, despite the difficulty, it was possible to reach higher realms. The young man stepped back, his face calm but eyes glinting with satisfaction as he rejoined the group. The trialists around him exchanged looks, their crushed spirits now reignited with a spark of determination.

In the skies above, the mysterious figures are observed with calm expression.

With that, the test continued, and quickly more than hundreds of trialists tested, but mostly were able to glow the pillar with only a single light; few were able to glow it with a second light.

But the moment the trialists from the Necros continent appeared, the crowd quieted slightly. Every trialist from Necros was known to be exceptionally strong and deadly; among the hundred or so, only three had lost due to unfortunate luck, as they had faced opponents too powerful to overcome.

As the trialists from Necros approached the pillar, a heavy silence fell over the crowd. Unlike many others, they appeared unaffected by the crushing pressure of the test.

The first Necros trialist—a tall, female figure covered in a black veil—stepped forward. Placing her hand on the pillar, she closed her eyes in concentration.

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