Upon arriving at the 89th floor, Balbabamba appeared as usual.

[You’ve done well. That’s not a bad outcome.]
“Really?”

[You didn’t align with the immortals to destroy the world, nor did you forcibly brainwash the people for their faith. You simply killed two immortals. That much falls within acceptable limits.]

Balbabamba’s tone was calm, yet carried an air of resignation.

[When you reach the 90th floor, you’ll escape my jurisdiction entirely. Do as you please. I can tolerate this much.]

His demeanor now was one of complete detachment.

“So the 89th floor is the last one under your management?”