"If you’re hungry, I can create food for you."

"Hmm?"

Charlotte’s words immediately caught Charles’ attention.

When he turned back to face her, he saw that her notebook was open and she had her feather in hand.

"Wait a minute, do you have enough strength for that?" he asked worriedly.

Charlotte smiled as she began scribbling something down on one of the pages.

Once done, she closed the notebook. An item suddenly appeared on the desk.

It was a platter full of food reserved for royalty.

There was a mixture of meats, starches, and fruits. Next to the plate was a glass filled with water.

The aromas from the food immediately entered Charles’ nose, making him even hungrier than before.

Saliva started to form in his mouth, then...

Charlotte coughed up more blood and mana onto the back of her hand.

His thoughts of food were immediately wiped away as he hurried over to her.

Before he could arrive, she held up a hand, suggesting that she was fine.

Charles couldn’t help but frown.

"I asked if you had enough strength to do this..." he said sternly.

"Please, this is the least I can do. Compared to facing a dragon for me, shouldn’t I be able to cook for you?"

"..."

When she worded it like that, it did make sense.

The delicious aroma of the food entered his nose again, and Charlotte could see how hungry he was from the look on his face.

She smiled and nodded towards the food.

"Quickly. Eat before it gets cold, or I will have to use more strength to heat it up again."

This time, Charles didn’t need to be asked twice. He swiftly took a seat and began to devour the food.

It was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten. The meats complemented the potatoes perfectly, and the fruit gave him a sweet delight afterwards.

However, he saved a bit of the food for Charlotte. Although she no longer looked malnourished, it was only natural for him to do so.

But she shook her head.

"I don’t need food for sustenance anymore. I have surpassed that rank."

Suddenly, Charles remembered something.

In the world of the Fourth Apocalypse, when one became a Sage, they no longer needed to rely on food to satiate themselves.

Instead, they could consume magical products to keep themselves fed for weeks.

He assumed that feeding her the blue dragon’s blood had filled her stomach completely.

After hearing this, he also remembered something else.

"Before, I tried to read your system. The crystal atop your head was completely shattered. In all the 700 Chapters I’ve read, you’ve never mentioned this before."

Charlotte’s face went solemn.

"That’s because it was done by ’him’, and was not a law written by me. After I consume those ten ingredients, my system will return, though I might be weakened."

"What grade were you before?" he couldn’t help but ask.

"A Saint, with Supreme God potential."

The words took Charles aback slightly. He had expected the author to have written herself as a character of the highest rank.

He assumed she had her reasons for not doing so.

...

After finding out the good news that Charlotte didn’t need food, he enjoyed the rest of the delicious meal until his stomach was full.

Once it was, he stood up, feeling more reinvigorated than ever before.

An hour had almost passed by this point, and he could see that Charlotte was slowly losing energy.

She lowered herself back down to lie on her back, and her eyes slowly started to drift shut.

He waited until she fell asleep before even thinking about leaving. Once she had, he realised how much he appreciated spending time with her.

He clenched his fists and nodded to himself.

Alright, I’ll head to the 98th floor and see what I can find. If I stay at Novice grade, there’s pretty much no hope for me or Charlotte.

As for Editor’s Authority, I should try to use it only when I desperately need to. If I tire myself out too much on the 98th floor, I might be killed before I make it back.

What happens if I die anyway? Will I return to the real world, or the afterlife?

Brushing these thoughts aside for now, Charles headed back towards the door to exit the room.

He took one glance back at Charlotte before opening the door and descending down the spiralling staircase that took him to the 99th floor.

Once in the enormous colosseum, he found the dragon asleep once again, curled up like a massive snake on the floor.

This time, Charles tiptoed past him.

Don’t worry. Your blood isn’t needed anymore.

Once he had made his way past the dragon, there was another door leading to another winding staircase.

At the bottom, the 98th floor opened up before him.

With the way towers worked, every week the contents of a floor would change and reset.

However, no matter how many times they reset, the final ten floors would always be some sort of boss fight.

So this time, in the colosseum, Charles spotted another creature at the centre of the room.

It was a red dragon, though much smaller than the blue dragon.

The red dragon turned his head towards him, and its scaled brows furrowed angrily.

Afterwards, it let out a heavy breath that stirred the room, and it began rising to its full height.

Charles let out a deep sigh. It seemed his luck was terrible.

However, when he got a better look at the 98th-floor red dragon, he noticed something.

The creature’s body was filled with numerous wounds and was bleeding profusely, creating red puddles beneath it. Yet it still tried to put on a frightening front.

Charles’ lips twitched into a smile.

This was the benefit of being blessed by the author.

It seemed that perhaps Charlotte had damaged the final bosses of Elurion Tower.

All he had to do was finish them off and claim the rewards that would arrive after their deaths.