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The merchant suddenly became playful, widening his eyes and saying, "It's too dangerous to go alone; hand over all your money!" This statement caught Ironclad off guard for a moment, but he quickly understood that the merchant was joking. He patted his pocket; during his journey, he had indeed collected some gold coins from defeating monsters. He poured the coins onto the ground and began counting what he could buy. His gaze finally settled on a seemingly simple yet practical sling.
Seeing his interest, the merchant couldn't help but laugh, appearing pleased with Ironclad's choice. He picked up the sling, waved it around, and explained, "This is the Courage Sling. This little thing is very useful against particularly strong opponents. Don't let its size fool you; its power is no joke!" He continued, "This is an ancient relic, said to possess primordial power that can provide you with strong support at critical moments."
Ironclad felt a strong interest in the relic; he could sense its uniqueness, and it might be one of the keys to his escape from the tower. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to purchase the sling. He handed over the money from his pocket to the merchant, who accepted it with a satisfied smile and handed the sling to Ironclad. He thanked the merchant, carefully stowed the sling away, and felt a new sense of anticipation. He knew that this newly acquired relic would become a powerful asset in his upcoming journey.
The merchant then began to tidy up various items on the carpet and playfully remarked to Ironclad, "You must be out of money now!" His words were filled with humor and mischief. After packing everything away, he slowly walked toward the staircase leading to the next level. Before leaving, he paused, turned his masked face toward Ironclad, and said, "Wishing you good luck!" His tone was filled with blessings and mystery. Then he ascended the stairs, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner.
Ironclad stood still, watching the direction in which the merchant had disappeared, curiosity bubbling up within him. This mysterious merchant, able to move freely through the perilous and monster-infested tower, seemingly unscathed, filled him with even more questions about this enigmatic world. He thought that this mysterious tower, aside from its hideous monsters and endless dangers, seemed to conceal many unknown and strange things.
He shook his head, temporarily setting aside his doubts. He knew he had only one purpose: to reach the top of the tower, find a way to lift the curse, and avenge his legion. He tucked away his curiosity and uncertainty.
Ironclad suddenly yawned, feeling incredibly tired. He rubbed his hands together and slowly crawled into the nearby makeshift tent. The air inside the tent seemed to hold traces of the past, filled with various scents. There was a damp, decaying smell from the marshy forest, an oily scent of machinery and metal intertwined, and a fresh, pleasant fragrance of lotus flowers. Finally, what piqued his curiosity was that he could smell a familiar scent—one that belonged to him, a blend of his past battles and sweat, a unique essence that was distinctly his own.
Ironclad couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation. This resting camp had clearly been used by different people in the past, each leaving their own mark. But had he also left something behind here? His memories seemed to be locked away by some force, preventing him from recalling everything from his past. Yet the scents within this tent quietly suggested to him that he had once been a part of this camp as well.
He lay in the tent, feeling the simplicity and ruggedness of the tent fabric. His mind was full of doubt, but his physical exhaustion quickly plunged him into a deep sleep. In his dream, he seemed to see his past self, sharing spoils and exchanging experiences with other adventurers in this camp. They were full of friendliness and trust, each with their own story and mission. It seemed that he had also found warmth and peace of his own here.
But as the dream faded, so did the beauty and warmth. When he woke up, all that was left was the silence inside the tent and the indifference of the outside world. He gathered his emotions and set out on the journey to climb the tower once again. On this lonely and dangerous road, every camp and rest was a brief comfort and a motivation for him to continue. He knew that only by constantly moving forward could he find his memories and the truth that belonged to him.
After some time, Ironclad woke up from the tent. He had no idea how long it had been; his instincts told him it might have been five or six hours. However, in this strange place known as the Tower, there was no sun or moon, nor clocks or calendars to accurately measure the passage of time. In this enclosed space, he had lost his sense of time, and every moment seemed to intertwine between stillness and flow.
He slowly crawled out of the tent, his body feeling somewhat stiff. He saw the campfire still burning brightly, its flames dancing and dispelling the surrounding darkness. The fire seemed to have a life of its own; even without anyone adding fuel, it continued to burn, unaware of how long it had been doing so or how much longer it would last. Looking at the flames, a wave of emotions surged within him.
The strangeness and eeriness of the Tower made everything unpredictable and incomprehensible. He had once tried to find traces of time, but in this enclosed space, time seemed to have lost its original meaning and rhythm. Every moment felt both distant and close at hand. His heart was filled with longing and desire for the outside world, while also brimming with a questing curiosity about the mystery and unknowns of the Tower.
He stood up, stretched, and felt the energy returning to his body. Glancing at the campfire and the tent, he felt grateful for the brief peace and rest. But he knew he couldn't stay here for too long. His mission compelled him to continue forward. After getting himself ready and checking his gear and weapons, ensuring everything was in order, he set out on the journey to the top of the tower once again. Every step was filled with the unknown and anticipation, and every moment revealed to him the mysteries and truths deep within the tower.
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