[Now revealing the identity of the monster…]

[Twisted Principality of Permanence]

[Having achieved nirvana after sacrificing its very flesh, shedding away from its mortal coil, this existence begins to sought out other divines in the hopes of influencing them with its concepts and ideas, but unfortunately for it, the things he strives for are something that those other supreme beings wouldn't even consider doing

Through some twisted play of fate, the monster, who was once an enlightened, peaceful divinity was corrupted by a fallen great envoy's sacred heart, granting it power way beyond what it has before allowing it to enact its revenge over the divinities that has refused, or even straight out ridiculed is ideals.

Such strength wouldn't last for too long though as these divinities will band together to completely suppress this monster, taking away most of its might and dividing them among themselves before sending the shell of the once glorious monster to the lower floors of the tower.

Due to the significant repairing property of the chest guarding the greatest treasure of the Tower's Second Floor inside, the monster got attracted to it, especially looking forward to the moment that it acquires what is it that is protected by the chest containing the prime treasure of the second floor.]

Reading through the considerably long amount of information about the figure now changing its size further and matching his own frame, Azrael couldn't help but frown as he feels like this one is far more dangerous than the Fortress Golem, not due to the gap of strength between them, no, after all, he is already capable of enduring the attacks of this monster without using any skill or ability to assist him in enduring so.

"Mortal… this insolence… shall not be tolerated…" clenching its own fist as a spear appears on its hand, the treasure guardian of the second floor open its mouth with clear wrath apparent on its voice, something that made the young man in front of it surprised as he never expected the monster to be able to speak.

'Well, given how much stronger this thing is compared to those Epic-class monster and even boss monster who can speak, why should I even be surprised?'

Wondering to himself as he feels quite the dread weighing down on his body as this monster starts taking steps forward, inching the gap between the two of them, Azrael thought in his mind before proceeding to make it so that his Demonic Energy is running in an all time high, the numbers going down not only burning through his Demonic Energy but also through his Immortal Energy as well.

As he takes each step forward, intending not to back down against the monster now just standing on the same height as him, Azrael's appearance gradually starts changing, his once jet-black hair the same hue and shade as his treasured sword, Evil Fang, changing into a pure silver white void of any imperfection, his eyes, turning into one similar to a goat, the sole difference being the golden colored iris instead of the usual brown of black.

And from his back, three things are growing, a pair of scaled wings that suits a dragon more than a demon, the same one can be remarked with his tail appearing more of a weapon that he can use to deal significant blunt damage to his opponent.

Not only that but the horns growing out of his forehead, a night-black one contrary to his current silver hair only making it so that he looks far more authoritative than before.

"This is… Demonic Transformation… impressive skill, but to use it in front of me…a buddha…" as the monster watches the young man's appearance changing within mere moments, it merely remarks as if it finds the thing it is seeming something not too impressive at all, even though in its mind, it is already screaming in an absolutely baffled manner wondering how can a young man who is still stuck in the second lowest floor of the tower can possess a skill that only high ranking beings from that floor are capable of doing.

As the Twisted Principality of Permanence waves its hands, the surging black aura around Azrael starts getting engulf in a calm, blinding golden light, the light making the Principality of Permanence smile in absolute pride as it felt like this attack alone should already be more than enough to deal with the young man who dares not only to trespass his domain, but also completely ruins its greatest work, the stone mountain.

'Come to think of it, why does this buddha even has a power that is meant for a divine envoy, I thought he was supposed to be a god?' as he starts clearing out the surging golden light blocking his sight, the young man wonders to himself, intending to, one way or another, force this monster to spew out how he is capable of doing that.

Of course, he feels like that would be for a very, very long time now, yet despite that, he still couldn't help but feel his confidence soaring at the thought of subjugating this monster far faster than when he felled the Fortress Golem down.

'I just need to put in a lot of effort…' recalling how he had made it beyond the fist floor barring his path to the higher floors of the tower, the young man smiles as he returns to his root, recalling that specific line that he always thought is something so simple, and yet so effective in dealing with everything.

'If one fist is not enough, I will send in two, if not enough then send it ten… in any case, given my abilities… I think I can send in more than enough fist to subjugate this monster as well…' he thought to himself as he clenches the fist not holding the Evil Fang Sword, said fist already prepared to bash into the face of the approaching treasure guardian as the two of them stood face to face, just a few inches away from each other.