Chapter 278: Elliot the grabber! (1/2)

Pill Emperor announced the start of the examination. Hundreds of people rushed ahead and started climbing the tower.

He and everyone else failed to notice that Elliot was peeking glance at the Pill Emperor.

'With those eyebrows and that face, this man should work in a martial art or a Chinese sword drama as the main character. What is he doing here, ah?'

After throwing his heartfelt feelings for the person he had just met, Elliot walked ahead with his hands on the back of his head.

Everyone had already started climbing the mountain.

He was the last person to start moving his butt.

He was at the very end of the line, making the elders and the Pill Emperor who was watching the entrance examination disregard him entirely.

Elliot started whistling as he stepped on the first stair. He climbed up the first ten steps with ease. The only thing Elliot felt wrong was that his weight had increased by 10 kilograms for some mystical reason. He kept on climbing while whistling.

His walking style carried a lazy charm to it, but with each step, he passed by ten people.

Others were breathing raggedly and slowing down considerably as their weights increased, but Elliot kept walking at the same pace from the beginning to the one-hundredth step. By this time, his weight had increased by nearly a hundred kilograms.

A man, a step above Elliot, collapsed and fell to his knees. He was wearing luxurious clothes. His hair was as long as a woman's. He had 39 rings on his fingers; each was a spatial storage device. He also had a belt, a pouch, a crown, and a hairpin with a vast space inside them. A single look at him told Elliot that this man was wealthy, and as this illusory world was absolutely real, having cash on his hands would only help him greatly.

Elliot walked past the man whose looks screamed that he was a golden goose, reached a step above him, stopped, turned around, and extended his hands towards him.

The man dressed in luxury thought of Elliot as a kind-hearted person who wanted to help him stand up.

Thus, he placed his fragile and slim hands on his.

He waited and waited, but Elliot didn't help him up.

The spiritual crows cawed.

The trees withered up.

The sun shifted place with the moon.

The person he thought was going to help didn't make a move.

In the last few moments, Dozens of people had moved past them.

The one at the very top had already reached the 333rd step!

Elliot rolled his eyes, understanding that the other party had misunderstood him.

”Give me whatever treasure you have, and as long as I determine that I can sell them for a lot, I will carry you to the top of the staircase,” Elliot said out loud.

”Brother, are you putting up a pretense, or is this really too easy for you?” Young Shelby, who was a member of the spirit race and had wings on his back, looked at Elliot's carefree smile and compared it to his beaten down self that was not only panting but also sweating profusely and, after a while, came to a conclusion that either Elliot was acting or there was a significant difference of strength between them.