Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 77 --A Bunch of Trash—Can’t Even Clear the First Floor

Chapter 77: Chapter77-A Bunch of Trash—Can’t Even Clear the First Floor

Too hard. Completely impossible!

Alyssa felt her heart sink into ashes. The original quest only required clearing the first floor—if she pushed herself hard enough, maybe she could’ve done it.

But now the quest had jumped straight to ten floors. Saying the difficulty had multiplied by tens of thousands wasn’t exaggerated in the slightest!

It was absurd mother opening the door for absurd—absurd all the way home!

Alyssa let out a long sigh. In that moment, her heart turned ice-cold.

She knew it clearly: a [Class Star Ascension Quest] like this was doomed to fail.

To defeat ten consecutive "historical strongest geniuses" from the ten great races...

Even the legendary Chosen One might not be able to do that!

On the other side, Caelan had no idea what Alyssa was going through. When he saw her standing there without moving, he took the initiative.

"Don’t just stand there. It’s time to go."

"I’m on a schedule. Let’s finish your quest as soon as possible."

Alyssa froze, then her expression turned complicated.

She looked at Caelan for a long moment, then said in a gloomy voice,

"But my quest is to clear [Killing Grounds]."

"If you do the math—Killing Grounds has been open for months already. Even nine-star big shots have gone in... and still nobody has cleared the first floor."

"My quest is—"

Before she could finish, Caelan waved his hand impatiently, completely unconcerned.

"Alright, alright. It’s just an Instance."

"I’ll carry you through it. Problem solved. Perfect."

Alyssa never expected Caelan to be this confident in his own strength.

To be honest, she used to have that same confidence too.

But after facing a quest that couldn’t possibly be completed, her confidence had shattered completely.

At this moment, seeing Caelan’s certainty, Alyssa couldn’t help feeling a reflexive mix of envy and admiration.

Girls admired strength. Even a powerhouse like Alyssa was no exception.

...

Normally speaking, entering elven territory required filing an application and waiting for approval.

And clearing elf Instances also came with steep fees.

But for some reason, the elves had opened entry permissions this time.

Even the Instance ticket prices had been cut to half their usual cost.

It felt like the elves were deliberately doing charity.

Thinking of that, Caelan frowned.

Something about this didn’t feel right.

The elf race was famous for being stingy to the extreme—why were they suddenly acting so generous?

But without enough information, he couldn’t make a solid judgment.

Forget it. He’d go take a look first.

...

Mylanne City was only a small city-state.

There wasn’t a direct teleport array to [Killing Grounds] here.

To reach Killing Grounds, they had to go first to the nearest city-state—Saint Peter—and use the entry ticket from there.

After several transfers, Caelan and Alyssa finally arrived inside [Killing Grounds].

But what Caelan hadn’t expected was that the environment of this Instance was completely different from anything he’d seen before.

The entire Instance was made up of bubbles—large and small—linked together.

Countless smaller bubbles spiraled around a central giant bubble.

And the giant bubble at the center connected to the central bubble of the next spiral layer above it.

These spiraling layers of bubbles stacked upward—ten levels tall in total.

Inside different bubbles were different environments.

Some small bubbles had arenas no larger than a soccer field. But some larger bubbles contained space comparable to a small world.

To enter the next floor, you had to defeat the floor boss first—then follow the passage connecting the giant bubbles to reach the next level’s region.

Under the soft glow of light, countless bubbles reflected rainbow colors, breathtakingly beautiful.

"My god... it’s gorgeous here," Alyssa couldn’t help exclaiming sincerely. "How did the elves even find such a beautiful Instance?"

Caelan nodded lightly and swept his gaze around.

At this moment, an enormous number of people had already gathered inside [Killing Grounds].

At a glance, it was a black sea of bodies stretching endlessly—no edge in sight.

A rough estimate put it at tens of thousands... no, hundreds of thousands.

Sure enough, the prizes—treasures from the ten great races—were simply too tempting.

Just then, many awakeners raised their hands and pointed at the biggest bubble in the center of the first floor.

"Look! Supreme Staff Legion’s number-one seed—Farant, the peak five-star Glacial Mage—has already reached the floor boss!"

"I’m really hoping he can clear the first floor and become the man who makes history."

But as soon as those words came out, plenty of people argued back.

"Please. You’re overestimating him. Farant might be Supreme Staff Legion’s top seed, but that Glacial Mage class is... just okay. It’s top-tier today, sure, but compared to the historical strongest of other races? There’s still a huge gap."

"I don’t agree. Those ’strongest’ are just things written in history books. Who here has actually seen them?"

"But Lord Farant’s achievements are already widely known! I think he might truly create history again!"

The awakeners voiced their opinions one after another.

But their eyes all unconsciously locked onto that enormous bubble.

It was clearly visible: the boss’s HP had dropped to the final 10%.

Whether they supported him or doubted him—

Farant was still the only awakener who had made it this far.

He had already created history.

And then—

The surface of the giant bubble began to tremble violently.

In the next instant, the scenery inside the bubble became completely obscured, as if covered by a veil.

"What’s happening? Is Lord Farant about to break through the first floor?"

"It has to be! Otherwise the bubble wouldn’t react this strongly!"

"Fantastic! I knew Lord Farant was the strongest of the current young generation!"

...

Just as everyone held their breath, waiting for Farant to perform a miracle—

A battered figure suddenly shot out of the giant bubble, flying backward in humiliation!

At that moment, his equipment was nearly in ruins.

His condition had also hit its absolute limit.

The instant he flew out, several Supreme Staff Legion members rushed forward to catch him, asking anxiously,

"Lord Farant! Are you okay?"

On Farant’s face, a thick unwillingness surged.

Damn it... he was so close!

If he’d had just a bit more HP—if he could’ve survived the boss’s last assault—he could’ve turned it around and truly made history!

Damn those ancient peak powerhouses...

They were just too monstrous. There was no chance at all!