Kyle knelt, shoulders trembling from exhaustion. His sword, chipped and scorched, was lodged in the mangled remains of Cerberus’s second neck.
The beast staggered.
Only one head remained—the left one. The original.
The true mind behind the beast.
Its growl was no longer loud. It was low. Controlled. Cold.
A sign of intelligence.
And murder.
Kyle spat blood and chuckled dryly.
“…So that’s the brain, huh?”
Low-level gods:
“He took out two heads?!”
One admin:
“He just solo’d a divine beast-class guardian… without a class.”
Another admin peeked over the edge of a floating screen.
“…Is this still Floor One?”
A higher god, more composed, murmured,
“No. This is Hell. Floor numbers don’t matter here.”
Someone threw Tower Coins into a floating betting pool.
“I’ve got five million on him dropping in the next three minutes.”
Another admin smirked.
“I’ll bet double he pulls off a miracle.”
Kyle yanked the sword free, barely able to keep his grip. His knuckles were white. His breathing shallow.
His body screamed for rest, but his mind sharpened.
This thing’s different now. Less wild. More focused.
The Cerberus circled him, one massive head swaying side to side. It wasn’t attacking—it was studying.
Kyle adjusted his stance.
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His sword felt heavier than ever.
Every inch of his body ached.
“I’ve got one shot left.”
His fingers traced the handle of the sword she had given him—the A-rank weapon that hadn’t let him down.
Even dulled, it pulsed with a strange warmth. As if it knew its time had come.
Kyle sat alone in the empty training hall, reading again. Always reading.
A passage echoed in his mind:
“Cerberus’s third head, the ‘Core Head,’ rarely acts unless both others fall. It commands not just the body, but the beast’s latent flame—the true breath of Hell.”
“If you are unfortunate enough to see its eyes glow red… run.”
Kyle looked up.
Cerberus’s last remaining head… was glowing.
“…Yeah. Figures.”
Without warning, Cerberus charged.
Not with brute force.
But terrifying speed.
A trail of flame erupted behind it as it lunged.
Kyle narrowly rolled aside—his shoulder grazed by fire, skin blistering instantly.
He didn’t scream.
He couldn’t afford the breath.
Instead, he slashed. But the beast dodged effortlessly.
The final head was faster. Smarter. Predictive.
It was like fighting a general who had seen every move before.
Kyle gritted his teeth.
“I can’t win with strength.”
He remembered what his instructor once told him.
“If you lack strength—use misdirection. Outthink, not outfight.”
“Make your enemy believe they’ve won, right before they lose everything.”
Kyle took a deep breath.
He let himself stagger. Stumble. Lower his guard.
The beast took the bait.
With terrifying speed, it lunged, maw wide open.
But Kyle was already in motion.
He didn’t dodge.
He stepped forward.
Into the attack.
“NOW!”
He slammed the broken chain fragment he’d hidden earlier into the beast’s mouth—jamming it open.
The head thrashed in rage.
Kyle vaulted off its snout, flipped in the air—
And drove the sword straight down into the glowing eye.
[CRACK!]
[THUD.]
The world went still.
[You have defeated Floor Guardian: Cerberus – Hell Difficulty]
[Initiating Auto-Sync of Achievement Data...]
[Error. Entity cannot be synced.]
[Entity ‘Kyle’ is not registered to Tower system.]
[Forwarding data to Supreme Tier...]
[Accessing Akashic Archive.]
Admin: “He… he actually did it…”
Low-tier God: “Wait. Where’s the victory prompt?”
A dark silence swept across the control room.
One screen blinked:
[Unregistered Entity – Divine Trace Unavailable]
“Someone get the high gods—now!”
A massive throne stirred.
The air rippled.
A voice older than time whispered:
“…He’s passed the first gate.”
“Let’s see how far the rabbit can run.”