How a Regression Munchkin Chews Up the Tower

When people were slaughtered on the first floor without knowing why,

I didn’t care.

It had nothing to do with me.

When the sword empress sacrificed herself to stop the demonic dragon that appeared on the 64th floor,

I didn’t help.

It had nothing to do with me.

When the 500-member death squad, exhausted on the 80th floor, fell one by one,

I looked the other way.

It had nothing to do with me.

And now, at last, I’ve reached the final floor of the tower.

“Damn it, there’s no one here.”

But it’s not over yet.

“This time, I’ll tear the whole thing down.”

Let me show you how a socially broken absolute powerhouse, returned to the past, destroys the tower.