Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 78 --The First-Floor Boss — Maskmaster!

The number of people inside [Killing Grounds] kept rising.

At the same time, large numbers of ordinary awakeners chose to enter the smaller bubbles.

Each bubble contained a small world—inside might be projections of wild bosses that had once appeared, or elite monsters.

To operate this Instance well, the elves had poured enormous time and effort into it. While charging steep admission fees, they also set up correspondingly rare clearance rewards.

So even for ordinary awakeners, [Killing Grounds] was an incredible opportunity.

Of course, even more geniuses had come as well.

What they pursued wasn’t merely loot, but to create history—to become the banner of the younger generation and harvest massive fame.

Yet whether it was Farant... or Kirabi of the Stonebrawn Legion, both ultimately fell before the first floor’s final boss.

Kirabi, having left the giant bubble, walked up to Farant on his own initiative.

"Farant. Looks like our experiences were pretty much the same."

"With the strength of our era... we’re probably destined to never pass the first floor of [Killing Grounds]."

"Thinking about it now... it really is despairing."

Farant nodded deeply in agreement.

Just moments ago, he had unleashed everything he had. Even so, he still wasn’t a match for the floor boss.

That man with countless masks was, without a doubt, the most troublesome opponent Farant had ever faced.

"Yeah," Farant said hoarsely. "I used to think the history books exaggerated a lot about Maskmaster."

"But now it seems Maskmaster really did surpass us."

"It’s hard to imagine—if a genius like that had lived to the present day, how terrifying would his strength have become?"

Kirabi let out a soft sigh.

"Back then, Maskmaster carried the name of Chosen One... and that was why he fell in a wild Instance."

"But looking at him now, he clearly wasn’t the Chosen One."

"To be honest, I’m really curious... just how strong is the real Chosen One supposed to be?"

Farant stared blankly at the towering bubble structure.

"Maybe Chosen One only exists in legends," he murmured. "Maybe it’s just... a legend."

Neither Farant nor Kirabi bothered to lower their voices, so their conversation immediately sparked discussion among the surrounding awakeners.

"Even Lord Farant and Lord Kirabi can’t clear the first floor... looks like no one among the ten thousand races can do it anytime soon."

"Man, I really want to see someone clear the first floor—but it’ll probably take at least twenty years!"

"Twenty years? You might not see it in a hundred!"

While everyone sighed and lamented—

Alyssa’s face had already turned deathly pale.

Even Farant and Kirabi couldn’t clear the first floor.

But her quest required clearing ten floors.

Maybe... she should just give up.

Wasting time. No hope at all.

"Should we leave?" Alyssa said quietly, voice heavy. "I don’t think there’s any hope."

"Caelan... thank you for being willing to help me, but forget it. It’s impossible."

Caelan, however, remained perfectly calm. He grabbed Alyssa’s ice-cold hand, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

"We’re already here. Might as well try."

"I’ve got a feeling this [Killing Grounds] is... kind of interesting."

After saying that, without giving her room to argue, Caelan pulled Alyssa into the nearest bubble.

The battles that followed didn’t even require Alyssa to lift a finger.

Caelan charged at the front, cutting through bubble after bubble, until they reached the giant bubble where the floor boss waited.

But the instant Alyssa saw the boss clearly, her expression turned ugly in a heartbeat.

"Be careful—it’s Maskmaster!"

Caelan nodded lightly, unconcerned. Holding his sword one-handed, he took a step forward.

And in that moment—

Maskmaster suddenly seemed to split. From one person, he became two.

"This is completely over..."

Alyssa shut her eyes in despair.

If it were just one Maskmaster, maybe—maybe—she and Caelan could fight their way through.

But she had completely overlooked [Killing Grounds]’ rules:

Each challenger must face the floor boss separately.

So if she and Caelan wanted to clear as a party, they had to kill two Maskmasters.

What now?

Alyssa gripped her lance so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Caelan, on the other hand, strolled forward as if nothing mattered.

"Alright, don’t just stand there."

"We’re on a schedule. Let’s get it done."

Alyssa drew a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

Since they’d come this far, there was no point overthinking it. Just fight!

"Caelan," she said, voice tense, "in a moment you need to restrain Maskmaster—don’t let them change masks. Leave the rest to me."

As she spoke, Alyssa cast a buff over her lance and prepared to strike.

But Caelan simply waved a hand.

"No need to make it complicated. It’s just a wave of the hand."

The next second, Caelan’s figure vanished from where he stood—then instantly appeared behind the two Maskmasters!

A flash of sword-light streaked across the air.

Both Maskmasters were nearly cut in half at the waist in the blink of an eye!

Alyssa stared, completely stunned.

Caelan was unbelievably fast!

Could it be... he had just killed Maskmaster that easily?

But reality proved Alyssa had been too optimistic.

As a former peak powerhouse, Maskmaster’s methods were far beyond what ordinary people could imagine!

At the moment Caelan’s slash landed, the two Maskmasters’ bodies collapsed rapidly—shattering like broken glass.

At the same time, two new figures appeared in the distance.

Left behind on the ground were only two masks—sliced apart.

Caelan smiled faintly, his gaze gliding over the broken masks.

"Interesting. You didn’t get one-shot."

"Good. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a chance to sharpen my swordsmanship."

With that, Caelan tightened his grip on his sword and charged again.

The two Maskmasters clearly realized Caelan wasn’t easy to deal with.

So they began to peel masks from their faces—one after another.

Each time a mask came off, another Maskmaster shadow appeared beside them.

In just a few breaths, there were already twelve shadows!

Alyssa’s face went even paler. She clenched her lance, voice trembling.

"Caelan—I’ll help you!"