Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Sorry, Strength Is Just That Overwhelming! (5/8)

In the white room.

All the Samsara were stunned!

They had been in the Samsara space for a long time, but they had never encountered someone so domineering!

And yet—

They were truly scared!

Many of them had already hesitated upon seeing the instance scheduled for 4:00 a.m., especially with such a large number of participants. Their desire to retreat had already begun to stir.

But now, upon hearing that Boss Shura was planning to monopolize all symbiotic contracts, panic erupted.

After all, the story of Shura going toe-to-toe with Admiral-level Fujitora had already spread throughout the Samsara space. Everyone knew just how terrifying Shura’s strength was.

Sure, his behavior might seem arrogant and overbearing...

But so what?

He had the strength to back it up!

Sorry, but overwhelming strength is its own justification!!

In an instant—

Many people chose to quit the preparation room, deciding to try again another time.

Waiting another day was nothing compared to risking their lives going up against a monster like that.

Of course, there were still a few who were either hot-headed or confident in their abilities and chose to stay.

Not long after...

In White Room 27, including Fenric and Belle Morwyn, only five people remained.

Among the other three, one looked hesitant, one was disdainful, and one remained expressionless.

Fenric smiled faintly. As long as no one interfered with his plan, he didn’t care what others thought.

Next to him, Belle stared at Fenric with shining eyes, admiration written all over her face.

Big shots really are different—so bold and commanding!

As the countdown ticked on, the hesitant Samsara players eventually made the wise choice and left the room.

In the preparation phase, Samsara could choose to exit freely.

However, once the countdown entered its final ten minutes, the Samsara system would lock the entrance and prevent any further entry and exits.

Soon—

Only ten minutes remained.

A system notification rang out:

”Attention, Samsara Players. In 10 minutes, you will be teleported to the mission world.”

At that moment, only four people remained in the white room.

Aside from Fenric (Shura) and Belle Morwyn, there was one male and one female Samsara players left.

This was probably the first time Fenric’s presence alone had scared away so many people in the Samsara space.

Time passed swiftly.

Ten minutes flew by.

Then, the system prompt echoed once more:

”Initiating teleport countdown: 10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1!”

As the countdown ended—

All four remaining Samsara were enveloped in red light and disappeared.

After teleportation, Fenric and the other three didn’t immediately appear in the dungeon world. Instead, they were suspended in a red glow.

Then, a virtual interface appeared in front of Fenric.

On it was the image of a young man who shared some resemblance to Fenric.

”Samsara ’Shura’, this is your default appearance in this world. If you’re not satisfied, please modify it now.”

Hearing the system’s prompt, Fenric immediately began making adjustments.

First, he altered his appearance, transforming himself into a Caucasian.

It wasn’t out of curiosity to experience another race, but rather to carry out the mission more effectively

After all, the world of Venom took place in the United States, where racial discrimination still existed. Being a foreigner could attract unnecessary complications.

After a few swift adjustments, Fenric transformed into a white man.

His facial features were designed to be average and unremarkable. He didn’t want to attract attention during the mission.

However, he gave himself a strong, imposing physique—the kind that looked like it could take a bullet.

In the early stages of his plan, he intended to pose as a bodyguard, so having a strong frame would help build trust with his target.

Everything—from appearance to build—was designed with the mission in mind.

Once satisfied with his image, the system prompted again:

”Samsara Player ’Shura’, please edit your identity!”

”Note: You may not assign yourself as a high-ranking official, politician, or any identity that would not exist in this world. If the identity fails authentication, you will appear in the dungeon as a blacklisted user.”

Fenric smiled and typed into the input fields:

”Name: Ronan Anderson”

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”Age: 30”

”Identity: Personal bodyguard of Carlton Drake, owner of the Life Foundation”

[TL/n: It’s OG character.]

Once done, he clicked ”Finish.”

The system responded immediately:

”Identity approved. Transmitting to the dungeon world.”

The next moment—

A red light flashed before Fenric’s eyes.

When he regained focus, he found himself sitting in the passenger seat of a moving car.

The vehicle was speeding down the road.

Fenric remained calm, casually glancing at the driver, then using the rearview mirror to observe the back seat.

It was a luxurious Maybach. In the back sat a man and a woman.

The man was none other than Carlton Drake, the founder of the Life Foundation.

The future host of the Riot symbiote.

And now, the boss of his current identity.

The woman beside him looked like his assistant.

”Boss, an elementary school class will be visiting the company this afternoon. Also, you’re scheduled for an exclusive interview,” the assistant reported.

Drake, brimming with energy, nodded and asked,

”Who’s the reporter?”

”Eddie Brock. He’s one of the most popular reporters around. You’ve already confirmed the interview.”

”Ah, yes, I remember now.” Drake smiled. ”Eddie Brock, huh? I like that guy.”

Fenric’s expression didn’t change, but inside, his mind stirred.

Eddie Brock?

That was the protagonist of this dungeon world—the host of Venom!

In his past life, Eddie Brock was often mocked online as ”the most pitiful protagonist ever created by Stan.”

And today, he was set to interview Drake?

This meant the plot was about to begin.

If Fenric remembered correctly, from this point on, things would start to spiral for Eddie Brock.

It didn’t take long.

The car pulled up to a building.

The sign outside read: ”Life Foundation.”

Drake’s company.

As the car came to a halt, Fenric immediately got out and opened the door for Drake.

After all, he was now playing the role of a bodyguard.

And as a bodyguard, he had to act the part—professionally and precisely.

Drake stepped out, shot a look of appreciation at Fenric, and strode confidently into the building.