A month had passed, and Scopulus stood in a hidden location with a dark, furious expression as he glared at Yusri. He growled, "This brilliant idea was yours! The plan's already in motion, and there's no turning back now. So, where the hell is Felix?"

Yusri looked just as dumbfounded, puzzled as to what the hell Felix was doing inside the Tower of Babel.

Ever since he went back in on the first day for the second time, he had not stepped out once in an entire month. The emerald bed was already prepped and waiting for him, but if Felix refused to show up and use it, everything they set up was basically useless.

"He can't stay in there forever," Yusri muttered, trying to convince himself.

At Felix's current level, two months without food or water would be his absolute limit. Otherwise, his body would collapse.

The real question was, what in the world was Felix doing on the ninth floor of the Tower of Babel for so long? Even martial artists two full realms above him couldn't survive