I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

The moment I ascended the stairs to the fifth floor, the scenery transformed dramatically. As I took the final step, the mansion's interior vanished, replaced by the edge of a steep cliff. The sight was breathtaking, almost surreal in its vividness.

"How strange," I murmured.

Was it an illusion? It felt too real to be one.

The dim sky stretched endlessly above, and what I initially assumed were birds turned out to be bats, circling ominously. The atmosphere was undeniably dark and foreboding.

"I suppose this is your first time on the fifth floor," Hector remarked, his tone dripping with condescension. "The scenery here changes every time. Last time, it was a beach at sunset."

"Is this illusion magic?" I asked.

"Who knows?" he replied dismissively.

The space was vast, but finding our destination was surprisingly simple. A table and chairs had been placed inexplicably at the cliff's edge.

I wondered if I could even eat in such a setting, though I recalled dining without issue atop Spirit Mountain.

I looked at Hector before walking toward it.

The Iron-Blooded Lord sat there, his voice as...