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Solo Cultivating in Superhero Academy

Chapter 155: Tower

Author: DinoClan
updatedAt: 2025-07-22

CHAPTER 155: TOWER

Elius stood alone atop the shattered battlefield, wind howling through the gaping scars in the floating earth. His coat fluttered violently behind him.

Dust spun in small spirals, curling at his feet like snakes retreating into the sand. The air still trembled from the magician’s teleportation spell, the residue of space-bending magic sharp and unnatural.

He narrowed his eyes at the spot where Keith and the others had vanished—his irises glowing faintly with silver light.

"Damn magician..." Elius muttered, brushing a speck of debris from his shoulder. "A reverse cube tether and time-step displacement in one breath. That kind of casting strain should’ve torn his mana circuits. But he made it work."

He exhaled, planting his fingers against the cracked stone beneath him. He pressed down, drawing spiritual energy from the world through his palm. Immediately, everything slowed.

The flow of Qi wrapped around his senses like thin silk.

He entered a state of Hyper Perception.

He closed his eyes.

The echoes of their departure were faint, but distinct—the ripples in the world left behind from the magician’s spell glowed in his mind’s eye. It wasn’t the typical teleportation signature used by most Esper types. No, this was something old. Something that predated the Academy systems. Ancient warping that twisted not just space but intention.

Elius’s fingers twitched.

"Where would they go... if they knew I was coming after them?"

He thought, hard, replaying the map of the city’s districts in his head—then expanding beyond that. This was no longer just a city-scale issue. They were running from someone who had them completely cornered, someone who had broken them apart and sealed them in sand tombs like insects.

They wouldn’t go somewhere obvious.

"They’ll want to regroup," he muttered. "They’ll need time to recover. A place where mana density is high enough to accelerate healing. And most importantly..."

He opened his eyes.

"...a place where they think I wouldn’t follow."

Elius stood and began pacing, his boots crunching over shattered debris.

"First possibility—Duskfall Orphanage Ruins."

It was a broken, long-abandoned facility from the first villain war, hidden beneath layers of camouflage fields. Most people had forgotten about it. But not him. It had once been his target in a simulated raid exam. The underground corridors, mana-dead zones, and nullifier walls made it a perfect hiding spot. But...

Elius shook his head.

"No. Too tight. Too much earth in the structure. They know I can bend the ground. If they’re smart, they’ll want to avoid terrain that I can weaponize again."

He turned his thoughts elsewhere.

"Second option—Cave of Mirrors."

A dimensional rift where reality split into hundreds of duplicate illusions. Every person who entered saw hundreds of themselves, and it was nearly impossible to track movement inside without fracturing your mind. It was considered a low-tier dungeon now, since the dangerous beings inside had long since been exterminated.

"And Shania’s illusion-type Esper ability would be amplified there," Elius murmured. "Fraven’s telekinesis would help them navigate the chaos. Keith’s fists... well, brute force always helps in confusing mazes."

But again—he shook his head.

"No. That place is under Academy surveillance. If they stayed there long, the Hero Patrol would detect them within the hour. The magician wouldn’t choose a place with high risk of exposure. Not with all four of them wounded."

His fingers clenched tighter.

"One more..."

He stopped walking.

"Third option... Old Haven Tower."

That one made his breath catch slightly.

Old Haven Tower was the first Hero Tower built before the official formation of the Hero Council. It stood forgotten outside city limits, a hollowed out monument. The systems were shut down, but the mana pools beneath it still pulsed from time to time, like a heartbeat that refused to fade. Rumors had spread that rogue Espers trained there in secret. But no concrete proof had ever been found.

It was large.

Isolated.

With multiple escape routes.

And no surveillance drones dared go near it because of the magnetic storm that surrounded the peak. Inside, even system alerts were fuzzy, barely functioning.

Elius frowned.

"Too risky to just assume and it would be a problem if they laid out a lot of traps for me or the other superheroes that are after them."

He opened his spiritual senses further, threading out his Qi into the fractures of the earth and the pulse of the wind. He followed the ripples of mana—those fine strands left by the magician’s exit. They trailed faintly through the cracks in space. It wasn’t direction so much as flow. Flow toward instability.

He closed his eyes again and visualized the trajectory.

Three strands flickered.

Faded lines.

Duskfall.

Mirrors.

And... yes.

The third one.

Old Haven Tower.

But something else hovered near the final ripple. Not just space magic. Something residual. Spiritual energy left behind.

Elius reached out mentally. His ghostly cultivation sense pierced into the remaining aura like a needle threading into silk.

There.

A laugh.

Faint, echoing, left behind like a mocking signature from the magician.

He had left a trace—on purpose.

A taunt.

A dare.

Elius opened his eyes again.

And smiled.

"Old Haven Tower it is."

Is he sure? Of course not.

But his instincts right now are kicking in, as if he needs to check that place out of every place he can think of.

He just hopes that what he is thinking is right, because it would be another waste of time if they aren’t there.

Nolan turned and leapt from the shattered floating platform, descending with grace toward the cracked city ruins below.

The cubes were gone.

The villains had fled.

But Elius wasn’t angry.

No... not anymore.

He was focused.

He extended both palms, gathering wind and spiritual energy into his boots and sleeves. Ghost energy swirled around him, activating his Flight Tread technique.

As he ascended into the sky, he whispered to himself:

"Time to teach them what happens when you run from a cultivator."

He rocketed into the air, silver light trailing in his wake, headed for the forgotten tower that stood alone—waiting for his arrival.

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