Global PvP Tower: I Can Infinitely Merge My Units

The gym used to be a gym. That was two hundred years ago.

The ten machines at the center had nothing to do with sports. They were Trial Chambers.

Nobody built them. They came from the mysterious Tower’s base floor. Thousands of Trial Chambers sat there, slotted into place, free for anyone to take. Take one and another appeared. The supply never ran out.

Two hundred years later, thousands of them sat in schools and centers all over the world. Ashfield High School had one too.

Every eighteen-year-old in Ashfield High School’s graduating class walked into those chambers today. Each one vanished for exactly four minutes and thirty-one seconds.

No one knew why the number never changed. No one who asked ever got a real answer.

Fifty students had already gone through.

Logan Wolf stood near the back of the line with his hands in his pockets. He watched ten more students entering the chambers.

Entering the chamber and coming out with a class and a talent, or either one of those, would make one a Player.

His girlfriend, Elena, surprisingly awakened an Epic-rank Class and a Rare-rank Talent.

He didn’t look for her in the crowd as she was with her friends. Their relationship was a secret to the class, but they had been together for three months now.

The instructor’s voice was flat and bored as the next names were called.

Logan walked forward.

"Shit, it’s him."

"If he awakens a decent class and talent, he’ll probably win his first match."

"Yeah, if he gets a sword-related class and talent, he’ll rise fast."

"Dude is good with a sword, but that bastard beat me badly last time in a sparring match. The wooden sword just hits different when he uses it."

"Yeah, he freaking hits harder than the rest of us."

"Imagine if he gets a trash class and talent. That’d be hilarious."

There were sixty-five students, and he was amongst the last five, so the five of them went into the chambers.

One chance.

One try.

Anyone who failed to awaken in the first try would forever be doomed to mediocrity because there was no second chance.

But those who awakened would become players, able to play the 100-player battle-royal tower defence PvP matches of the tower.

As the chambers closed and activated, Logan felt like he was getting thrown away somewhere.

There was no ground. Then there was too much ground. A hundred floors stacked under him at once. Each one was a different color. Each one screamed something different.

A door opened onto a burning sky. A voice that might have been his own said words he didn’t understand. Somewhere far away, something huge turned over in its sleep and almost looked at him.

Then it was gone. All of it, at once. Logan stood in the ring again. His heart was pounding, and he couldn’t remember most of what he’d just seen.

Four minutes and thirty-one seconds. Same as everyone else.

He waited for the panel.

A translucent window opened in the air above his head with Trial Chamber’s tech. Everyone in the hall could see it. There was no way to hide it and no way to fake it.

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[ Status ]

Name: Logan Wolf

Class: Caretaker (Normal)

Level: 1 | Tier: 1

```

There was no line under Class where Talent should be.

The chamber displayed nothing there, meaning he didn’t get a talent.

Someone near the front laughed. Then they caught themselves.

"Bro didn’t even get a Talent, and the class he got is Caretaker. I thought our class had a perfect awakening, but we still got one unfortunate dude."

"Putting aside talent, he got a Normal-rank class. Yeah, I don’t think he can win any matches."

"He can probably last long and earn some Tier Points if he enters the match with summon cards, hehe."

"Summon cards? Impossible for him. His parents aren’t players. They got no Tier Points to buy him summons."

"Wait, so it’s over for him as a player?"

"Unless someone donates him some cards, I don’t think he is surviving long in any matches, which means he ain’t rising above Tier-1."

A few people laughed. It didn’t last long. Nobody wanted to be caught enjoying it too openly.

’Logan...’ Elena frowned. ’Normal-rank class Caretaker and no talent? That’s bad.’

Caretaker was already a joke on its own. A missing Talent line just made it worse.

Logan looked at the empty space a moment longer than he needed to. Then he checked his own status menu. Only he could see it. It wasn’t the same as the panel over his head.

’Question marks? Why didn’t it appear in the chamber’s display?’ Logan was confused.

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Talent: ???

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Three question marks.

He didn’t know if that meant anything yet. But it was there, and it was his.

Looking at the people who were clearly looking at him in a different way, he felt funny.

’This isn’t gonna stop me from rising as a player.’ His fists clenched.

Although he was determined, the sinking feeling in his chest was hard.

He wanted to scream why the fuck he got a trash class like that, but being calm-headed was his perk.

He closed the menu and walked back to the crowd. Nobody made room for him.

Before this, he was the star student. Someone nobody could defeat in a sparring match.

But now, he was a scrub with a Caretaker talent.

He’d barely found a spot at the edge of the group when the room’s attention moved somewhere else.

’Elena...will my awakening affect her?’ Logan looked at Elena. ’She got a pair of Epic and Rare.’

Just then, gasps and commotion began.

Marcus Kane had awakened half an hour earlier. Class: Aetherblade Sovereign, Legendary rank. The only Legendary result anyone had seen all year.

He’d been showing it off ever since, taking handshakes like they were owed to him.

And now, he was walking toward Elena with a small box in his hand. Everyone knew what was about to happen before it happened. Marcus wasn’t subtle.

"Elena." His voice carried on purpose. "You are the best of the best. And I am incredibly fortunate to have spent my high school with you. But it’s not enough."

"I want a future where we are together. We are the gems of this class, made for each other. At least, I believe that."

He dropped to one knee. Sixty-five people inhaled at once. The sound filled the hall louder than anything the Trial Chamber had made all morning.

"Will you marry me?"

Elena Voss stood still for one second.

"Marry?!"

"Holy shit! Bro is going for the cake right off the bat!"

"I mean, Marcus’s parents are Tier-7 Players. That’s quite a powerful backing, you know?"

"Yeah, his first match is going to be easy. His parents must have brought him Summon Cards from the Tower Shop even if they cost a fortune. How envious."

"Even if Tier-1 players can only enter the match with three Summon Cards, it’s still enough to make a massive difference."

"Keep this a secret, but Marcus’ parents actually got him three Legendary-rank summon cards."

"What?!"

"Shss..."

Elena opened her mouth. Her eyes glanced at Logan from a corner briefly, but she seemed to have resolved herself.

Then she said yes, and the room erupted.

Logan watched her hand go to her mouth. He watched Marcus lift her off her feet.

Elena eyed him with the look of someone who had already decided it was over.

She didn’t need to explain it. An Epic-rank mage wasn’t going to stay with a Normal-rank Caretaker who had nothing where his Talent should be. Not when Marcus Kane had just knelt down in front of the whole class with a Legendary Class and a ring.

It hurt?

It did, a little bit. For some seconds.

Logan took a deep breath.

He asked himself what he was actually losing.

A girl who needed one look at somebody else’s status window to walk away from him. That wasn’t heartbreak. That was information.

He turned back toward the front of the hall before the cheering even finished. He didn’t look at either of them again.

It took almost ten minutes for Instructor Hale to get the room’s attention back. She didn’t bother trying until the noise died down on its own. Over sixty kids congratulating a golden couple wasn’t a fight worth having.

When she finally spoke, she sounded bored. She’d given this exact speech to eleven graduating classes before this one.

"Congratulations to everyone. This is my first class in my eleven years of being a teacher where every student successfully awakened."

"Now. Before you start queuing for your first match without any preparation whatsoever as a Tier-1 player, sit down and listen."

They sat.

"This will be your first match. The battleground world is generated randomly for each match, and the 100 players in the match will be placed with considerable distance from each other because the battleground will be as big as a planet."

She let that land.

"Here’s what keeps first-timers alive long enough to matter."

She held up one finger. "As you know, your territory in the match will already have a Summoning Circle and three Tower Minions. You will start with 100 Tower Points, so you can summon one time, but don’t treat it as consumable like throwing a Combat Summon at a monster without any support and it dies for nothing. Even if you gain Tower Points by killing the monster at that sacrifice, you already have less power than the players who didn’t make that mistake. Use your Territory. Never send something in without a plan to get it back out. But when it’s time to sacrifice any units for anything important, don’t hesitate."

A second finger. "Two. Your Tower Minions are not furniture. Put them on gathering. Put them on scout duty to discover monsters. Don’t leave the starting three Minions sitting there. Use them to clear surroundings and gather resources. You will need to recruit more Tower Minions depending on what you discover and build in your territory, and each one costs 100 Tower Points, so keep that in mind."

A third finger. "Three. Reinforce your territory and bank real Tower Points before you go looking for a fight. Don’t waste Tower Points. You will need them to expand your territory. Most importantly, you may encounter mystery merchants while exploring, and they sell good things at a proper price. And don’t foolishly enter dangerous areas. Be alert all the time. The monsters and various dangers in the match are the main culprit of player deaths."

A hand went up near the front. "What about summoning strategy? Combat or Production first?"

"Depends what you’re building, what your class skills are, and what you lack. Production gets you resources, reinforces your base, food, gears, and such things faster. Some units also invent stuff for you to help your territory. Combat summons get you Tower Points faster since you can use them to hunt monsters, the primary source of earning Tower Points. If you can’t kill the weak surrounding monsters with just Tower Minions and your class skills, summon a Combat unit first."

Hale’s eyes swept the room once. For a second, Logan thought she looked right at him. Her face didn’t change.

"Either way, don’t overextend on day one. The Tower doesn’t care how good your build looks on paper. It only cares if your Territory Core is still standing. One hundred players per match, and only one wins. You keep your progression of player level and class level, and earn Tier Points based on your performance, but only the winner gets to choose three summons to keep as cards and return with them, and earn significantly more Tier Points. If you are away from your territory and in danger, surrender quickly. If you are in your territory and losing, destroy your territory core. That way, your base will disappear, and the enemy player won’t be able to loot your base."

She let the silence sit for a second.

"Now, once you queue, you’re gone until the match resolves for you. Could be hours. Could be days. Nobody outside the match will know which. Any final questions?"

There weren’t.

"Then you’re dismissed. Get ready for matchmaking. Head to the outer ground."

Logan was three steps from the exit when Hale’s voice caught him. "Wolf. A word."

He stopped. His classmates filed past without looking at him. That wasn’t new. He’d stopped minding it years ago.

Hale waited until the hall was mostly empty. When she spoke again, her voice was different. Quieter. Careful.

"Caretaker. Normal rank. No confirmed Talent." Hale looked at Logan with pity. "I’ve run this trial for eleven years, Wolf. I’ve seen only one Caretaker survive their first match without a full support group behind them, and that one had her Talent doing the heavy lifting. But you don’t have a Talent."

"I know what I Awakened as," Logan calmly replied.

"Then you know a Territory Core defended by three stock Tower Minions, a Tier-1 Summon, and a Class that can heal and buff isn’t going to hold against whatever the match throws at it on day one. You don’t have the numbers to survive a real fight. You don’t have the resources yet to avoid one. Your parents are normal people who can’t earn Tier Points to buy stuff for you. You’d have to get very lucky for this first match if you decided to go."

She held his eyes.

"I’m not telling you this to be cruel. I fill out a form every time a Player dies in their first match, and I’d like this year’s form to have one less name on it. Once you’ve got summon cards from someone willing to lend you a start, you can play your first match."

Logan didn’t answer right away, just lightly chuckled. "Lend me summon cards? Who will do that? No one. They are expensive even as they are. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter."

He thought about his mother’s hands. They’d stopped fully closing around a coffee mug two winters ago.

She still went to work anyway. They needed the money.

He thought about his father coming home from double shifts. Most nights his father ate standing up. Sitting down for fifteen minutes turned into twenty minutes to stand back up.

He thought about the sword forms he’d taught himself from online videos and anything he could find. He’d trained alone in the garage every night for five years.

A private coach cost more than his family’s monthly rent. He wasn’t going to ask his parents for money they didn’t have. His parents worked and let him train because they believed in him, and he believed in himself.

"I appreciate your concern," Logan said, and meant it. "But I’m not waiting."

Hale studied him. It wasn’t pity anymore.

It looked more like she was trying to figure out if he was brave, or just hadn’t done the math yet.

"Why?" she frowned. "You’ll lose your life if you are not careful and properly equipped, which you are not."

"Because I trained for this for five years without knowing what I’d get today. Because my parents worked themselves into the ground so I could spend my evenings training instead of earning."

His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.

"And because I didn’t come here today to become someone who waits. I have researched, I have read a lot of guides, and I am ready."

He looked at her.

"I will play a match because I am a player."

’And I do have a talent. It’s just not identified yet.’

Something shifted in Hale’s face. Not agreement. More like the tired respect a teacher gives a student she’s about to stop arguing with.

She shook her head once, more to herself than at him.

"Fine," she said. "It’s up to you."

She turned and walked away without looking back. Logan understood that was as close to good luck as he was going to get.

He found the rest of his class already gathered on the ground. Sixty-five status menus glowed faintly in raised hands that each other could not read.

The whole graduating class was queuing at once because that was just what graduating classes did on Awakening day. Walk in as students. Queue as Players.

Since there would be millions of players queuing, there was no guarantee the whole class would enter the same match, though at least half of them could appear in the same map with a high chance since all of them were first-timers.

Logan pulled up his own menu. It opened in front of him, glowing blue in the evening air.

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[ Status ]

Name: Logan Wolf

Class: Caretaker (Normal)

Talent: ???

Level: 1 | Tier: 1

--stats--

HP: 350/350

MP: 370/370

Attack: 3

Speed: 3

Constitution: 3.5

Arcane: 3.7

[ Class Skills ]

- Encouragement (Lv. 1)

- Restore (Lv. 1)

```

One option pulsed below the menu. Every eighteen-year-old in the courtyard was about to press it, within seconds of each other.

[ ENTER MATCHMAKING: FLOOR 1 ]

As a Tier-1 Player, he could only enter Floor 1 match-making.

Each match had 100 players, and each match generated a different world, mostly the size of Earth, but filled with ruins, exotic wilderness, monsters, bosses, and various biomes.

’Let’s do this.’ Logan’s jaw clenched, half-nervous, half-excited.

He didn’t let himself hesitate. Hesitating was a luxury for people who got a second try.

He pressed it.

The courtyard blurred at the edges. To his left, Marcus laughed at something. Elena answered him, warm and easy. She was already living the life she’d chosen an hour ago.

He didn’t look for them. Nothing about tonight mattered that way anymore.

MATCHMAKING COMPLETE.

100 PLAYERS CONFIRMED.

LOADING BATTLEGROUND...

The ground went soft under his feet. It was the last thing he felt before the world turned white.

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