Tyrant's return: Reborn as a Good-For-Nothing Young Master

Far above the chaos unfolding on Floor 10, deep within the sacred halls near the summit of the tower, an emergency meeting was called.

The highest-ranking members of the Divine Council, along with ancient figures who had been involved in the sealing of Fenrir, gathered in a grand, circular chamber adorned with celestial motifs and divine relics.

The atmosphere was tense.

Representatives sat in silence as a heavy projection crystal replayed the events from Floor 10—the destroyed prison, Zerg's escape, the fleeing subordinates, the missing Lady Zelphra, and the reports of Penelopy of the Fire Forest's confirmed death.

"This is no longer a coincidence. Three major events in the span of days, all tied to the past. We cannot ignore this."

Said a woman with ice-gray eyes, tapping her fingers against the polished marble table.

"They were all connected to him."

Another elder muttered grimly.

Murmurs of agreement spread, and eyes slowly shifted toward the figure sitting at the head of the table—the one being who had led the effort to seal Fenrir away all those years ago.

Clad in silver and gold armor with a radiant blue light around him, the angel Kairo, once revered as the sword of divine order, slowly stood.

He let the silence stretch before finally speaking.

"I believe Fenrir Black has returned."

A collective gasp echoed through the chamber. Some rose to their feet in shock, others stared at Kairo as if he had lost his mind.

"That's impossible! The seal was divine! Not even a god could have broken it."

Someone shouted.

"Are you sure?"

Another demanded.

Kairo's gaze did not waver.

"I did not believe it either. But the seal is gone. I checked it myself yesterday. There is no mistake. The bindings we placed on him… have vanished."

A stunned silence fell across the room.

"He tricked us. Somehow, he planned for this. Maybe from the very moment we dragged him to the top of the tower and forced that seal upon him. But now, we are left with nothing but the consequences."

Kairo continued.

The older members of the pact—those who had witnessed Fenrir's power firsthand in the past—looked deeply unsettled.

"He's rebuilding. Zerg was his general. Penelopy once tried to protect him. And Zelphra? She was supposed to be loyal to us."

Said the silver-haired sorcerer of the southern circle.

"Was she really?"

Another elder asked quietly.

The group began to fall into heated discussions and overlapping theories. Some refused to believe that Zelphra had betrayed them willingly.

Others argued she had been corrupted by her father. And some feared there might be more sleeper agents, old allies of Fenrir, hidden even among them.

"Enough!"

Kairo's voice boomed across the chamber, silencing the debates instantly.

He looked each of them in the eye.

"There are only 50 floors in this tower. He has already crossed ten."

"Already?"

Someone echoed, voice filled with disbelief.

"If we let him continue unchecked, then all of this—our power, our rule, everything we built—will collapse under his feet. And this time, we won't be able to seal him. He knows how we did it before."

A heavy silence fell once more.

"We need to fortify every floor beyond this point. Tighten defenses, activate the old guardians, bring out every asset and pawn. We will stop him before he reaches the core floors."

Kairo declared.

"But how? If he already regained his divine authority…"

Asked one of the generals.

"Then we deal with this like war. This tower is a fortress, and we will make it impenetrable."

Kairo said.

No one dared argue.

The truth was undeniable now. Fenrir Black was back. And the tower's balance would never be the same again.

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Fenrir, Zerg, and Zelphra stepped into the vast wilderness of the 11th floor. Dense mist rolled across the grassy plains, and looming mountains stood in the distance like silent giants.

The three figures paused, the air between them heavy with a decision they all knew was coming.

Zelphra turned to them first.

"This is where we part ways. I'll be more useful working from the shadows. I can still pull strings behind the scenes, rally old allies, sabotage supply routes, and gather information. You'll need that if you're serious about going all the way to the top."

She said, her tone firm but not unkind.

Zerg frowned deeply.

"You're not coming with us? I thought—after everything—you'd finally stay by my side."

Zelphra looked at him with a soft expression.

"I will. Just not in the way you want. I've served the council long enough to know where their blind spots are. Let me use that."

Zerg's fists clenched.

"You just got out of their grip. Why dive back into that world again?"

Fenrir crossed his arms, observing the two quietly. After a moment, he stepped between them.

"Let her go. She's right. Someone needs to do the work we can't."

He said to Zerg.

Zerg shook his head.

"She's my daughter, Fenrir."

"And she's not a child. She's at that stage in her life where she needs to carve her own path. You tried to protect her. Now trust her to survive."

Fenrir replied calmly.

Zelphra smiled faintly.

"Thank you."

Zerg looked at her, defeated, his proud face softened with a pleading expression.

"Just… be careful."

Zelphra nodded, then turned, her cloak fluttering behind her as she disappeared into the mist.

For a while, the silence lingered between Fenrir and Zerg as they watched the direction she'd gone.

"She'll be fine. She's got your stubbornness."

Fenrir finally said.

Zerg let out a low grunt.

"I don't know if that's a good thing."

Fenrir turned away.

"We've wasted enough time. Let's talk about the next step."

Zerg nodded.

"You said you wanted to take your place at the top. Regain your full power."

"That's the goal."

"I don't know where your power is kept, but I do know where the others are," Zerg said.

Fenrir's eyes gleamed slightly.

"The generals."

Zerg gave a small nod.

"You had seven, including me. I know where three of them are. The rest… may have gone dark."

"That's better than nothing. If we get them back, our foundation becomes solid again."

Fenrir replied.

Zerg looked up toward the cloud-covered peak in the distance.

"They're being kept on different floors. Scattered. Each of them used as fuel, tools, or trophies. We'll have to fight for them."

Fenrir cracked his knuckles.

"Good. I'm tired of hiding in the shadows."

Zerg looked at him and let out a dry chuckle.

"You were never one for subtlety."

"No. That's what you were for."

The two shared a short laugh before setting off across the misty field. Their steps were steady, purposeful.

They had a destination, a goal—and after so many years of silence, Fenrir Black was finally on the move again.

The tower wouldn't know what hit it.

As they walked, Zerg glanced sideways at Fenrir.

"Do you think the others will still follow you?"

Fenrir didn't hesitate.

"They will. If they're still alive, they'll remember the oath they took. And if they've forgotten… I'll remind them."

Zerg nodded slowly.

"Let's hope they're not too broken."

"They won't be. Not if the council kept them alive for a reason. That means they're still useful. That means they're still mine."

Fenrir said coldly.

The wind blew through the grass, carrying with it the scent of war on the horizon.

"We'll gather them all, and then we'll tear the tower down."

Fenrir muttered,