Regression of the Tower's Final Survivor-Chapter 70: Heavy Steps

The high-gravity island hit them the moment they stepped off the transport platform.

Dante’s knees buckled slightly before the Ancient Core compensated, flooding his muscles with energy that let him stand straight while everyone around him staggered under the sudden weight. It felt like someone strapped invisible boulders to every limb, tripling the effort required for even the simplest movements.

"Three times normal gravity," he announced, watching his team struggle to adjust. "This island is one of the densest in the floor’s configuration. Most climbers avoid it entirely."

"Can’t imagine why," Astrid grunted, her axe suddenly feeling like it weighed a small car. She was bent forward, arms trembling with effort just to keep the weapon raised. "This is insane. How are we supposed to fight like this?"

"You’re not. Not yet." Dante walked among them, his movements smooth despite the crushing pressure, a display of Core-enhanced physicality that made several of them stare. "This is training ground. If you can learn to fight here, every floor after will feel like flying."

"Training?" Ren was on one knee, his shield planted in the ground like a tent pole. Even with his enhanced constitution, the gravity was pushing his limits. "This feels like torture."

"They’re not mutually exclusive."

He gave them an hour to adjust, watching as their bodies slowly acclimated to the new baseline. Astrid was the first to stand fully upright, her berserker physiology treating the gravity as just another challenge to overcome. Ren followed, using his shield as a crutch until his legs stopped shaking. The mages struggled longest, their physical conditioning weak compared to the front-line fighters.

Vex hadn’t moved since they arrived.

The sniper sat with his back against a boulder, rifle across his lap, staring at his hands with an expression that mixed frustration with calculation. His magitech eye whirred constantly, making adjustments Dante couldn’t see.

"Problem?" Dante crouched beside him.

"Bullet drop." Vex’s voice was flat. "Everything I know about trajectory calculation is wrong here. The physics are fundamentally different, and my eye can’t compensate fast enough."

"So recalculate."

"It’s not that simple. I have years of muscle memory telling me how to aim. In this gravity, every instinct I have is a liability."

Dante considered the young sniper, seeing echoes of his previous life’s Vex in the frustrated set of his jaw and the analytical gleam in his eyes. In the original timeline, Vex never reached Floor 14. He died on Floor 9, killed by the guild that abandoned him before anyone discovered his true potential.

This Vex had survived. This Vex had a chance to become something more.

"Stand up," Dante ordered.

Vex looked at him blankly.

"Stand up. Bring your rifle."

It took visible effort, but Vex hauled himself upright with his rifle clutched against his chest. His magitech eye was still whirring, still failing to find a solution to physics it wasn’t designed for.

"See that rock?" Dante pointed to a boulder maybe fifty meters away, roughly human-sized. "Hit it."

"I already told you, my calculations—"

"Forget your calculations. Forget your eye. Forget everything you think you know about shooting." Dante stepped behind him, adjusting his stance manually. "Feel the weight of the rifle. Feel the pull of the gravity. Your body knows how to compensate, you’re just not letting it."

"That’s not how marksmanship works."

"That’s exactly how marksmanship works at our level. Stats and skills get you started, but instinct is what makes legends." Dante released him and stepped back. "Close your human eye. Deactivate the magitech one. Take the shot blind."

Vex stared at him like he suggested jumping off the island.

"Trust me," Dante said.

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, slowly, Vex closed his natural eye and the magitech one powered down with a soft whine. He raised the rifle, barrel wavering as he fought the gravity, and pointed it in the general direction of the boulder.

"Feel the pull," Dante murmured. "Let your body tell you where the bullet wants to go. Then put it somewhere else."

Vex fired.

The shot went wide by a solid ten feet, kicking up dust from a completely different rock.

"Again," Dante ordered.

Another shot. Still wide, but closer.

"Again."

Another miss, another adjustment, another attempt.

On the fifteenth shot, the boulder exploded.

Vex’s eyes snapped open, both biological and mechanical, and he stared at the scattered rubble with an expression of pure disbelief.

"I... I felt it," he breathed. "Right before I pulled the trigger, I felt where the bullet needed to go."

"That’s instinct." Dante clapped him on the shoulder. "Your eye is a tool, Vex. A powerful one. But tools break, malfunction, get taken away. What you just did, reading the environment through sensation rather than calculation, is a skill no one can take from you."

Vex looked at his rifle, then at Dante, and something changed in his face. The perpetual wariness that defined his expression since they met softened into something almost like trust.

"Understood," he said quietly.

It was only one word, but from Vex, it meant everything.

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They trained for three days on the high-gravity island.

Dante pushed them mercilessly, forcing combat drills at triple weight until their muscles screamed for relief that never came. Astrid learned to channel her berserker rage in controlled bursts, the compression technique he’d taught her becoming essential when every swing cost three times the normal energy. Ren mastered the art of anchoring his stance, turning the gravity into an ally that made his shield wall virtually immovable.

Even the mages improved, their physical conditioning strengthening out of pure necessity.

Adrian’s team watched from a distance, their eyes calculating as they observed training methods they never saw before.

"Your people are suffering," Adrian said on the second day, appearing beside Dante while the team gasped through another set of weighted sprints.

"My people are getting stronger."

"There’s a difference between training and torture."

"Not at our level." Dante watched Astrid collapse, force herself back up, and complete her final lap with pure determination. "You coddle your climbers, Adrian. You give them just enough challenge to grow without ever actually breaking them."

"And you?"

"I shatter them. Then I help them put themselves back together stronger than before." Dante looked at him directly. "The Tower doesn’t care about comfort. The higher floors will chew through anyone who hasn’t learned to push past their limits."

Adrian was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"You speak like someone who’s seen the upper floors," he said finally.

"I speak like someone who intends to reach them." Dante turned back to training. "Your maps ready for tomorrow?"

"Always." Adrian smiled that charming, empty smile. "The Floating Fortaleza should have the supplies we need. My scouts confirmed the location this morning."

"Good. We move at dawn."

Adrian walked away, and Dante felt Ravenna’s presence materialize beside him.

"He’s planning something," she said quietly.

"He’s always planning something."

"Something soon." Her demon eyes tracked Adrian’s retreating form. "His emotions spiked when you mentioned the upper floors. Fear, anticipation, and something that felt like... deadlines?"

"He’s reporting to someone." Dante suspected as much since Floor 11. "Someone higher in the Tower who’s giving him orders and timelines."

"The Archon?"

"Or his servants." Dante watched as Astrid finally finished her sprint and collapsed into an exhausted heap. "Keep monitoring him. When he makes his move, I want to know before he does."

"And if his move involves killing us?"

Dante smiled.

"Then I’ll be very disappointed in his lack of creativity."

Ravenna didn’t laugh, but her eyes warmed slightly with something that might have been affection.

"You’re insane," she said.

"Probably." He started toward Astrid to begin her next drill. "But I’m the kind of insane that keeps winning."

The high-gravity island continued its slow rotation through the void, and somewhere above them, the Floating Fortaleza waited with secrets that would change everything. Dawn was six hours away, and the climb continued.