It was said that, on the day that the Sword Emperor appeared on the fiftieth floor, all the Constellations, from the most prestigious to the lesser level that decorated the sky at that time, whispered. 0

[The Eternal Plains Warhorse has invited you to join his side.]0

[The Ruin-Harvesting Cow has recommended a long campaign to you.]0

[The Labyrinth-Dwelling Eye has invited you to join their side.]0

[The Incarnation of Love and Lust has offered you the seat of an apostle.]0

[The Surface-Reflected Lotus has invited you to join their side.]0

[The Lonely Seeker…] 0

They were all certain that, no matter what Constellation he decided to serve, he would shine! If he went through the quests that his Constellation wove together one by one, the Sword Emperor would achieve the most dramatic love, the most dramatic victory, or the most dramatic life in this universe.1

“Hmm.”0

It was evident from the Sword Emperor’s clear eyes that, if he was wounded, he would wholeheartedly accept the wound, regardless of how severe it was.0

“This is funny.”0

He didn’t think of himself as someone who was too precious to be hurt or someone who didn’t need to be hurt. The Sword Emperor simply strived to be strong all the time. A monstrous pride lurked in this man’s heart.0

The Sword Emperor smiled brightly as he looked around at the starlight gathering around him. “But I refuse. I won’t choose any Constellation! I’ll go up to the hundredth floor, see what...0