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Tower’s Richest Player: My Coins Won't Stop Increasing

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“Money doesn’t buy happiness. It buys crazy ahh happiness.” [Ding!]
 ⟪ You have cleared the 100th Floor of the Tower of Beginning. ⟫
 ⟪ As the requirements for the completion have been met, the game will now undergo a maintenance period. You will be logged out safely. ⟫
 ⟪ Rewards for completing the floor will be made available after a maintenance period and a following content will be made available. ⟫
 ⟪ You will be rewarded the permanent title: Conqueror of the Tower of Beginning, after the maintenance period. ⟫
 ⟪ Your achievements will be highlighted in the [Akashic records]. ⟫
 ⟪ May the fortune be on your side. ⟫ Kaizen, ID:KiRA, a 24-year-old streamer and obsessive gamer, etched his name as the only player to conquer the brutal Tower of Beginning, a VRMMO notorious for its punishing difficulty. Living in a modest two-room apartment, he poured over half a decade into the game, finally conquering the impossible. But on December 12, 2052, the world flipped: blue countdown screens bearing the tower’s runes appeared globally, and colossal Towers of Cessation erupted, tearing through cities and integrating the game’s system into reality. [Time remaining until Tutorial: ] [00:54:51] [After the conclusion of the tutorial, clear the first floor of the Tower of Cessation within or else your world will be terminated.] Earth became a chaotic battleground of monsters, dungeons, and players. KiRA, armed with unparalleled expertise, his companion Unity, and a wealth that dwarfs all others, dived back into the fray—- not just to relive the adrenaline of the climb, but to cement his legacy as the richest and most dominant force in this new, perilous reality.
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