Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 83 --Upheaval—The Instance Upgrades to One Hundred Floors!

Chapter 83: Chapter83-Upheaval—The Instance Upgrades to One Hundred Floors!

[Killing Grounds]

At this very moment, there were at least several hundred thousand awakeners inside.

Especially after the other races—led by the elves—joined in, the number of people had climbed to nearly a million.

And under these circumstances—

The entire [Killing Grounds] suddenly erupted into violent turbulence!

In an instant, a crushing sense of fear settled over everyone’s heart.

"Damn it—who can tell me what’s going on?!"

"Where are the elves?! Say something! This is the Instance you’re responsible for developing—why is this happening?!"

"I don’t know—I really don’t know! This simulation Instance has always been extremely stable, and the rules were complete. Logically, this shouldn’t be happening!"

"It’s obvious this level of disturbance is affecting the rules themselves—otherwise it wouldn’t look like this!"

The awakeners frantically tried to leave the Instance.

But what happened next made everyone’s face turn ashen.

Because they discovered—

They couldn’t leave at all.

The entire Instance felt as if it had been locked down by the laws of the world itself: you could enter, but you could not exit.

Very quickly, news of [Killing Grounds]’ rule change spread to every race.

...

Secretwood

The elven Speaker was the first to receive the report.

At this moment, his brows were drawn together so tightly that even the leaf-woven robe he wore began to visibly wither and turn brittle.

In truth, elven attire wasn’t as simple as human clothing.

Humans dressed for warmth, etiquette, and appearance.

But for elves, clothing made of leaves was, in essence, a "living gift"—it could provide them with a steady flow of energy.

In other words... elven clothing could feed them.

And the Speaker’s robe drying out so rapidly was proof that he was conducting an enormous, exhausting level of thought.

The energy required by this thinking far exceeded what his physical body could supply.

So the leaf-robe took on the role of powering him, squeezing out its stored vitality bit by bit.

The other elven councilors wore equally grave expressions. It felt as if the temperature of the room itself had dropped.

Of course, they wanted the Chosen One to die in there—there was no doubt about that.

But they absolutely did not want all the awakeners inside [Killing Grounds] to die.

If that truly happened, it would be catastrophic for all races.

Because don’t think those terrifying monsters only existed inside Instances.

Out there—between every city-state—within that endless white fog that never dispersed...

who knew what was lurking?

Awakeners didn’t just run Instances. They also guarded city-states and carried out field exploration.

And the number of awakeners who died on those missions was no less than those who died inside Instances.

So... what now?

The elven Speaker rubbed his brow, then turned to look at the councilor responsible for [Killing Grounds].

"Explain. Why has [Killing Grounds] mutated?"

That elven councilor paused, then answered with uncertainty.

"Perhaps... because the rules have changed?"

The Speaker’s expression instantly turned icy.

"I’ll give you one last chance. Ed—do not disappoint me."

Under the Speaker’s gaze, Ed felt as if a mountain of pressure crashed down on him. At the Speaker’s final warning, he finally broke—staggering and collapsing to the floor.

"Speaker... the truth is, we never fully understood the [Killing Grounds] Instance."

"When the advance squad first discovered it, the interior was filled with white, faceless wax figures."

"They drifted through the entire space like plankton. They had not yet developed intelligence, and they showed no hostility toward us."

"Later, after expert teams studied them, we accidentally discovered that these wax creatures seemed to possess an innate ability to replicate and simulate."

"And that ability appears to originate from the very core of the Instance."

"But the principles of that core still haven’t been deciphered."

"All we can confirm is that it has functions of recording and simulating."

The Speaker didn’t speak—

But the entire council chamber had grown heavy to the extreme.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze landing on Ed, and he rapped the tabletop with a hard knock.

"Ed. According to elven law, you have placed the entire race in danger."

"Even if I killed you ten times, it would be what you deserve. Do you understand?"

Ed began shaking violently. He scrambled forward and clutched the Speaker’s leg desperately.

"Speaker, I don’t want to die! Please—save me!"

The Speaker glanced down at him with contempt.

"You don’t have time for nonsense. Give me your judgment."

Only then did Ed finally feel a little air return to his lungs. He nodded rapidly.

"I suspect it’s a change in the rules inside the Instance."

"But the problem is—the Instance’s rules have always been stable. To change rules usually requires an enormous price, unless..."

"Unless something on Caelan... resonated with the Instance and triggered this mutation!"

The elven Speaker fell silent, thought flickering in his eyes.

A rule change...

In all these years, he had almost never witnessed what a true rule-change looked like.

Any Instance that could exist for a long time was, by definition, stable.

Could it really be... because Caelan had something special about him?

The Speaker pondered again and again but still couldn’t grasp the truth.

Yet he could almost be certain: the only thing capable of causing a rule change...

was the Chosen One.

"Go. Monitor every development inside [Killing Grounds] closely."

"Any changes—report them to me immediately."

...

[Killing Grounds]

Along with the violent trembling of the bubbles—and the screams of many awakeners—

When the shaking reached a certain frequency, one bubble suddenly made a soft pop.

It was like a chain reaction.

One bubble ruptured, and then a mass of bubbles ruptured as well!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the blink of an eye, countless bubbles burst apart.

Those awakeners who were still inside the bubbles, mid-challenge, fell onto the ground in an instant!

All the bubbles... were gone.

The bubbles the elves had spent who knew how much time and effort building—

were destroyed completely in a single moment.

Just as all the awakeners plunged into despair—

The violent shaking stopped, all at once.

And then, to everyone’s shock, they realized that where the bubbles had been...

a gigantic tower had appeared.

The tower’s surface gleamed with a strange metallic luster.

Its style and shape were unlike anything any of the awakeners present had ever seen.

"This tower... what is it? Why does it feel so weird?"

"Bro, I study ancient architecture. But I honestly can’t identify this tower! It doesn’t even belong to the last era’s style!"

"Wait—look! Caelan’s position... he’s inside the tower!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

In the next instant, nearly every gaze locked onto Caelan.

The metallic tower stretched beyond sight—at least dozens of floors tall.

And Caelan’s current position...

was on the eleventh floor!

So...

[Killing Grounds] didn’t have only ten floors. It had dozens??

"No," an archer awakener said sharply, eyes like blades. "It’s a hundred floors."