Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!

Boom—!

A deafening sonic boom split the air as a fighter jet tore across the sky at incredible speed.

This was no ordinary aircraft. It was a product of black technology, traveling at Mach 10 with astonishing stability. Inside the cabin, there was little noise—its comfort comparable to a first-class cabin on a commercial plane.

The level of technology it embodied was at least a century ahead of anything in the real world.

Inside, seven or eight figures were gathered, their attention fixed on Vivienne Song as she laid out the plan.

”This operation against Adam is of the utmost importance. There is no room for failure!” Vivienne’s expression was grave, her tone sharp. ”You are all smart enough to understand what this means. If Adam successfully kills Uvall and claims the one million Samsara points, his strength will ascend to an entirely new level.”

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.

”Adam has already cleared the thirty-first floor of the Samsara Tower. With that reward, he could pass the thirty-second floor—or even the thirty-third! If Adam obtains authority over the thirty-third floor of Samsara Space, the consequences will be catastrophic. I shouldn’t have to spell them out for you.”

Her eyes swept across the cabin. ”That is why Adam must die before Uvall does!”

The atmosphere grew tense, each face hardening.

”We’re all Samsaras of Jadeveil Nation,” Vivienne continued. ”If Adam succeeds, it will shake the very balance of the world. Lips and teeth share the same fate; if one falls, the other follows. We cannot—must not—let him win!”

Zen Zendaruth was the first to respond, his voice steady. ”Commander Song, we understand. You have our full strength. None of us will shirk our duty.”

The others nodded in unison, even Fenric, whose gaze was particularly firm.

He had never underestimated Adam. Anyone who could climb to the thirty-second floor of the Samsara Tower carried terrifying advantages.

”Commander,” One Leaf Knows Autumn suddenly interjected, his brows furrowed. ”Do we have a proper strategy? Adam has gathered dozens of powerful allies for this battle, including Winterveil’s top master. Against such numbers, what chance do we few have? Isn’t this just marching toward death?”

The mood in the cabin soured instantly.

Vivienne’s expression hardened, her displeasure clear as she fixed him with a glare. To cast doubt now, at such a crucial moment, was near mutiny.

”General Armand, mind your words. What do you mean by ’marching to death’? Of course we are not alone. Many masters from other nations understand the stakes of Adam’s rise. They will cooperate with us in secret.”

The tension eased somewhat, and the others let out quiet sighs of relief.

One Leaf Knows Autumn realized his mistake and bowed his head. ”Forgive me, Commander. I did not mean to question you.”

”Then let me be clear,” Vivienne said, turning her gaze toward the group. ”Aside from preventing Adam’s success, Uvall’s bounty is more than enough to attract countless opportunists. Many will converge on the battlefield, hoping to fish in troubled waters and claim his head. The situation will be chaotic.

”Our plan is simple: adapt to the flow. Seize the opportunity as it comes!”

She pointed decisively. ”I will lead the sniper strike against Adam, alongside Shura. The rest of you will focus on containing his allies.”

”Understood!” Everyone responded firmly.

Vivienne’s sharp expression softened slightly as she looked at Fenric. ”Shura, will you be ready?”

Fenric’s eyes narrowed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. ”I’ve been waiting to meet Adam for quite some time.”

The jet roared on, leaving the mainland behind and gliding over the ocean.

”We’re here!”

The voice of King Kong Barbie, who piloted the fighter, boomed through the cabin. Everyone peered through the windshield, where the outline of a massive island rose from the distant waves.

”By the way!” Dimitrescu suddenly spoke, raising her hand. ”Does anyone here actually know how to land this thing?”

The group blinked at her.

Dimitrescu shrugged. ”If you do, pair up now. Because I never learned how to land. Once we’re over the island, I’ll have to shut down the jet and stash it in my personal warehouse. Meaning...” She made a jumping gesture with her hand.

Everyone stared at her in disbelief, black lines practically forming over their heads.

Unreliable didn’t even begin to cover it.

Thankfully, most of them had flying abilities or skills stashed away. And for those who didn’t, there were ways to avoid becoming a smear on the ground. So while the complaints churned in their hearts, no one voiced them aloud.

—---

Cindralock Dominion, Pentagon.

The President, the Secretary of Defense, members of Congress, and nearly all senior leaders were gathered in the situation room. The chamber was silent, every eye fixed on the monitor mounted to the wall.

Onscreen was a live feed: Adam, seated in a luxurious hotel suite, eyes closed in quiet meditation.

Beside him, a loyal Samsara operated a miniature camera, transmitting every detail.

This wasn’t simply surveillance. The Dominion’s leadership needed real-time updates. Adam’s mission would alter not only their nation’s fate, but the balance of the entire world.

Yet the faces in the room were filled with conflict.

Adam’s failure would destabilize the Dominion’s global standing, perhaps even drag them into ruin if disaster followed. But his success was no less terrifying. If he killed Uvall and claimed the one million Samsara points, he would ascend beyond reach. With the authority of the thirty-third floor, Adam would truly become the world’s undisputed king.

In that moment, even the Dominion’s highest rulers would be nothing more than his subordinates. Their interests, their power, even their very relevance could vanish in an instant.

After all, if you were Adam, why tolerate a government that might one day defy you?

The President had even tried to dissuade Adam personally, but the effort had failed.

Now, as Adam’s presence seemed to grow ever more oppressive even through a screen, the gathered leaders silently weighed their futures.

Around the world, every nation had turned its gaze to the Thousand Lanterns Island Nation. All knew that the clash to come was not merely between Samsaras—it was a war that would decide the fate of nations.

Today, for ordinary people, it was just another day.

But for the leaders of the world, it was a day of excruciating suspense.