Vincent looked at the long steps in front of him and clenched his fists. He then stepped onto the seventh step.

The pressure surged again but it was no longer as strong as he once imagined.

Vincent reached the eleventh step in one breath. However, the situation had become more serious than before.

This time, his legs were bent. He could not stand up straight. He was practically half-squatting on the steps.

Vincent had reached his limit after going up five steps in one go. However, he did not give up.

If he could not do better, then what was the difference between standing still?

After thinking for a while, Vincent raised his right leg. It was extremely difficult for him. He landed heavily on the twelfth step. This step alone took him a full five minutes.

It was as if the psionic power in his body had been completely sucked dry. He had consumed more than half of his psionic power in one step.

Vincent was not at ease. He had flush skin, red eyes, and his sweat was dripping all over the stairs.

"Roar!"

Vincent roared and used what was left of his strength.

He suddenly raised his left leg and landed abruptly on the thirteenth step.

His psionic power that was depleting rapidly had been completely consumed.

Even if Vincent wanted to use his superpowers and combat skills at this point, he had no psionic power left to support him.

His vision started to blur and he became dizzy. Vincent felt like he could faint at any moment.

However, he would not allow himself to.

There was a stream of scarlet blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

He would rather die standing than live kneeling!

Creak!

The powerful pressure caused friction in Vincent's bones.

Vincent knew that he could no longer continue to go up the stairs. Otherwise, he would be crushed into a meat patty by the pressure.

Even though he did not want to admit defeat, he still understood what could be done and what could not be done.

Although it seemed like Vincent had only achieved two more steps than before, the pressure had increased exponentially. It was not comparable to the pressure that he was facing before.

The pressure on the sixth step was only thirty-two times, while the pressure on the thirteenth step was more than four thousand times.

Based on the pressure, one had to know that Vincent did not improve by just a little bit.

Even if he only advanced one step, the pressure he was facing was still higher than all the pressure that he faced earlier.

This no doubt reflected Vincent's strong willpower. Otherwise, he would not have been able to step onto the thirteenth step.

He sat down cross-legged again and began to recover his psionic power.

This time, Vincent's training took a long time as compared to before. By the time he opened his eyes again, ten days had already passed.

His psionic power was recovering at a normal speed.

Vincent looked at the three hundred steps in front of him and took a deep breath. He then raised his right leg again.

Vincent did not realize that his psionic power had actually become more solid due to the pressure.

After more than a month of hard work, Vincent was already standing on the 358th step. The pressure that he was facing was equivalent to 1.08 googol.

Googol was the world's largest unit yet; it was 1 to the 100th power. Most people had never even heard of it, let alone used it.

Vincent was enduring a type of pressure that ordinary people could never handle. Nevertheless, he was still able to stand up steadily. He even looked relax.

He had grown a lot in just one month. He could feel the changes in his body.

If he were to fight himself from one month ago, Vincent had absolute confidence that he would be able to kill him in one move.

Vincent was terrified to know that he had grown so much. He was extremely shocked. He wondered who the person behind the voice was.

This test that was not even considered the real test was already so terrifying. How terrifying will the real test be?

What destructive lesson did the voice want to teach him?

Vincent had very strong expectations for the next test.

He took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

Vincent used a full month to complete the last seven steps.

Although there were only seven steps left, each step was twice the pressure of the previous step. The 365th step had a pressure of 138.24 googols.

"Phew! It's finally over!" said Vincent.

Vincent walked off the Will Stone Steps and looked at the tower door that was only a few feet away. He let out a long sigh.

As he had been training and climbing the stairs, Vincent did not know that he had actually been in the paradise illusion for two months.

"Congratulations, little guy. You have passed the test successfully. Your talent and willpower are much stronger than I imagined," said the voice. The voice was surprised by Vincent.

"Open the door in front of you and accept my formal test! I look forward to meeting you."

Vincent just smiled and kept silent. He reached out his hand to push open the tower door. He then walked in.

At the same time, in the real world, Vincent's mysterious disappearance had created chaos in the Quinn School.

"Bastard! If you can't find Vincent, don't come back!" yelled Sibis.

Sibis crushed his phone and slammed it onto the ground angrily.

Teacher Chris looked at Sibis, her face was filled with anxiety and panic.

"Principal Sibis, is there still no news of Vincent?"

Sibis shook his head, his face was dark and his eyes were full of worry.

"It's been two months! It's as if Vincent has vanished from the face of the Earth. There's no news at all. Could it be..."

Teacher Chris tried to hold back her tears. She did not know why, but from the moment she found out that Vincent had disappeared, her heart had been on edge. She could not concentrate on her work.

She had no idea why she had become like this. Whenever she thought of Vincent, she could not concentrate.

"No way! Teacher Chris, Vincent is very strong. He's stronger than all of the geniuses we've ever met. Whether he entered the black hole or not, he won't die so easily," said Sibis.

Sibis tried to console Teacher Chris. However, in reality, he was not as confident.

The new students had already started school, and the freshmen tournament had ended.

Sibis had chosen the best teammates that Quinn could choose for Vincent. He then chose someone who had a high chance of being able to take charge in the future to form a second team to assist Vincent's team from the remaining individuals.

However, Vincent had gone missing.

If there was anyone who was most worried about Vincent in the world, it would be Sibis.

This was because of Vincent's background. Sibis naturally paid more attention to Vincent. This coupled with the guilt he felt towards Vincent's family, Sibis could not sleep or eat during this period of time.

An overlord-level superpowered user had lost three times in just two months. No one would believe it if the news was released.

"The place where Vincent disappeared has been searched more than ten times. The entire cave is about to be demolished, but there are still no clues."

Teacher Chris finally started to cry.

"His aura had suddenly disappeared inside the cave. If nothing bad actually happened, what other explanation could there be?"

"Principal Sibis, please tell me! I really... really..."

Teacher Chris choked up. She was unable to say the word "died".