Chapter 295

this guy is a legend (1) 1.

Witness A.

First testimony.

“Hey, a sword? famous...

.”

The magical boy whose face was half covered with bangs stuttered.

“I saw the swordsman tearing down the sixth spire firsthand… .

It was awesome.

I just swung my sword, and the tower covered with rice cake gloves with all sorts of magic...

.

Ah! It was probably the first and last time the Elder was so upset.

Well… .

There were a lot of bad looking kids in the 6th branch, but they all died, so it was really good...

… .

Well, in the aftermath of that, my path to success was blocked by the annihilation of my samaek (師脈), and after that, after only one job, I ended up cleaning the sewer for 131 years after a few decades.

.”

Witness B.

Second testimony.

“… … I don't know why you're asking this." The librarian with nervous eyes sighed.

“The constellation of swords… .

Commonly known as swordsmanship, it is famous enough to be strange to those who do not know it.

It can be said that it was about 10 times the fame Salcheonseong enjoys now.

Anyway, because he is the only person who has climbed beyond the 99th floor.

I honestly think that person must have cleared the 100th floor.

… … huh? Why are psychopaths so famous? … … What are you talking about? Why are you looking like you've been chewing shit since before?" Witness C.

Third testimony.

-I didn't really want to become a constellation.

The heavenly motherfucker whispered.

- I don't know since when, but faith has gathered in me.

And how did you happen to become a constellation? Well, that's all for later.

anyway.

The bottom line is that I'm an inexperienced bastard.

A true savior is a zombie.

Even if you stand still, you will be enshrined as a god.

Since it is completely useless as a witness, the above testimony is classified as bullshit.

“This world is rotten… … !”

“Really, why are you doing this from a while ago? …No, you are a human being chosen by the head of the library yourself.

It’s only natural that you have a slightly strange side.”

As I was falling into despair in real time, the [Assistant Writer] muttered.

This is the hiding place of the Hamustra followers.

It was a secret hideout that I reached after going down the underground cave for a long time.

There were no luxurious buildings or furniture.

Just some mats on the floor of the cave.

It was just laid out and prepared with simple canned food, but did the believers feel reassured just by coming here? ”, “I’m glad”, “Thanks to the lion, I was able to come back alive from that hell!”

And so on, they made a fuss.

“Thank you so much! We owe all our lives to the lion!”

“Ahaha… .

A thousand words.”

Normally, I would have received a quiet thank you.

Right now, a magnitude 5 earthquake was happening near my mouth.

sword school.

When I found out that the religion of swordsman existed in this universe, I felt like my reason was going to fly out of shock and fear.

Slowly, he grabbed hold of the cord and opened his mouth.

"Well.

Then everyone can go back to their own world.”

"......." At my perfectly normal words, the believers looked at each other.

“Hey, my lord.

That is… .”

"I'm sorry.

We have no world to return to.”

said the assistant writer.

“Matap invaded and made it a colony.

Once upon a time, rebels were organized and resisted, but that was hundreds of years ago.

Right now, there are only traitors who want to cooperate with the tower and enjoy wealth and glory together.

Even if you want to go back...

… There's no place to go back.

I don't even want to go back.”

“Huh.”

I was somewhat surprised.

colonial.

As expected to some extent, it was really possible for the tower to conquer towers from other worlds.

“That’s why kids like us have no choice but to stay on the 50th floor.”

The assistant artist put his hand on his forehead and sighed.

“You can’t run downstairs.

Because there are plenty of guys who will catch us and give them to the tower.

You can't even go upstairs." "why? If you clear the quest, you can go directly to the 51st floor, right?”

“… … you.

You’re really a newcomer who just came here.”

The assistant writer looked at me with curious eyes.

"You really don't know anything.

Well, your acting skills may be amazing.

Until a while ago, I thought you were a hiding place on the 50th floor, hiding your identity." What are you talking about: “Hey, intruder.”

The magical boy said from the side, he had a troubled look on his face, and the words that came out of the boy's mouth far exceeded my expectations: "Since 150 years ago, no Hunter has cleared the 50th floor..." What? "Actually, there are none of the hunters who do not belong to the Tower.

To clear the 50th floor, you have to belong to the Tower or at least not lose Chuck." “Really? …for 150 years? How could that be?”

“The tower is blocking the quest.”

The magical boy was anxious and wiggled his wand, "There must have been one person in charge of each stage the intruder has been through so far.

He's in charge of the constellation....

But after the 50th floor, there's no such kind guide.

You have to take it out, take it, and get the quest approved by the constellation… and pass it.”

"No, wait a minute.

That's weird." I furrowed my eyebrows, "Then it's okay if the constellations give you quests? Even me, as soon as I got to the 50th floor, I got countless whispers from the constellations.

Let's run the quest with him.

How can I monopolize the quest in the tower? ?”

"......." The Magical Boy pulled down his hood.

He showed such a dramatic betrayal that he almost forgot, but the boy was also a member of the Tower.

Until just two hours ago, "These are little quests." On behalf of Magical Boy, the assistant writer replied, "Kill someone.

Help someone.

You can do any number of quests like that.

You can give them a reward.

However, a quest that can be acknowledged as [You cleared 50th floor].

You can’t go around the horse tower to form a .”

"You're trying to make a face that's hard to understand.

Well, but you're the librarian's messenger too, aren't you?" The assistant writer scratched his cheek, "One thing first.

Like it or not, the Mato Tower is the force that rules this 50th floor.

You know that too, right?" “Yes.

Roughly….”

“Then, can you understand that it is difficult to compose a quest that can be acknowledged as breaking through the 50th floor without leaving this horse tower? It doesn't matter if you don't defeat the boss' 'That's right, it's okay to ignore it' Just like you can understand right away that a novel that goes on and on with comics like that is garbage." The parable is like an apostle of Hamustra….

“So, from the point of view of the constellations, in order to make a quest to break through the 50th floor, you inevitably have to use a material called [Ma Tower].”

The assistant artist spread out his finger and said, “First.

Recognized by Matop.

You become a [member of Mato] or [honorary member of Mato] through long-term service to Ma-tap, or through steady friendship.

We have gained solid support from the forces that dominate] […] This is the current [regular route].

Hunters who climbed this route are steadily coming out once or twice a year.”

"......." "Second.

Fight the tower head-on and make it surrender.

…This is the [irregular route]." “And there was no hunter who broke through that irregular route in the last 150 years… That is.”

I understood and said.

The assistant writer nodded.

"Yes.

It’s not that simple.”

The assistant writer snapped his finger.

Then, from the air, paper sheets appeared.

Each page hovered around the assistant artist, glowing like a firefly.

“These pages are my skills.

It's a [contest winner]." "......." "It's not a name I made up.

Don't look at me like that.

Pull out your eyes." "...Anyway, I can peek at other people's [failed quests] with [contest unsuccessful], and these are all traces of the failure of trying to break the 50th floor with that [irregular route]." hey.”

The torn pages flapped like wings.

I grabbed one of the closest pieces of paper and looked into it.

+ [Exclusive City Liberation Battle] Constellation: Warhorse of the Eternal Plain Difficulty: SSS Mission Objective: Warriors! The moment has come.

For the past 20 years, the demons of the Tower have blatantly suppressed the monopoly city.

Even if the Sword Keeper is gone, how can there be only one warrior in the world? Now is the time for you to grab the sword.

Stand up.

Destroy all five remaining fingers of the tower, free the groaning constellations from their grasp, and walk proudly beyond the monopoly city! ], then the constellation publicly admits to the failure of the quest.

A humiliating truce is signed on condition that no quests targeting the tower for the next 100 years are made.

+ Falak.

I snatched another piece of paper.

.

The one who rules the tower, the master of the tower, is the elder.

(Surprised!) The elder has never opened his heart to another person in the past thousand years.

Won’t an elder feel lonely only as a human being? ) I'm sure there will be very beautiful flowers blooming on that frozen frozen ground floor.

Anyone can do it.

Please tell the elders the beauty of love and the beauty of the world! It's very difficult, but with our wonderful lovers, it's possible.

?(Thumbs up!) Result: Fail Reason for failure: All followers of [Incarnation of Love and Lust] who approached the elder in the tower were executed.

Anyone who touched the elder's shoulder will have their fingers cut off 230 times, and the elder Those who try to kiss will have their lips split into 23.

After that, the constellation will openly declare the quest failure.

Recognition.

+ "......." I handed over the torn papers.

Sometimes seriously, sometimes lightly, the quests were written with different tones and different tastes for each constellation.

But whatever it is, one word.

Only words with two syllables were necessarily included.

failure.

"......." [failed], [failed], [failed].

Until 100 years ago, [Irregular route quests] that were actively made gradually decreased at a certain point in time.

no.

decreased sharply.

After all, it started to be renewed once every 10 years or once every 20 years… .

disappeared over time.

“The last irregular route quest was given 31 years ago.”

The assistant writer snapped his finger.

Like a lie, the sheets of paper that had been wandering in the air disappeared.

“We actively encouraged participation in the quest, but now that doesn’t work either.

After the librarian disappeared, we too were busy taking care of ourselves...

.

Now this city, the 50th stage, is literally a place where time has stagnated.”

"......Why?" I had no choice but to ask.

“Why did you do this in the tower? The profit you will get from doing this.”

“A lot.”

The assistant writer responded immediately.

“By forcing the [regular route] like this, he fills the 50th floor with his friendly forces.

By doing this, the constellations do not take charge of the progress of the tower, but monopolize the tower.

And port monopolies are bound to yield enormous gains.”

"But… … ." "that's right." Do you know what I was trying to say? The assistant writer quietly nodded with a face that he sympathized with me.

“It’s not fun.”

"......." "It's not funny enough to die.

boring.

Bored.

It’s boring, it’s cramped, it’s boring.”

In the first place, what the hell is the regular route, the assistant writer sighed.

“Since Matop started to dominate the monopoly city, except for a brief moment when the swordsman was raging, there have been very few interesting moments.

That’s why our librarians are resisting the tower.”

The assistant writer smiled bitterly and looked around.

Fewer than ten devotees were treating their bodies injured in prison.

Everyone, one by one, was shabby.

There was a sense of relief that they barely survived.

“… … Even if we say [us], that’s all it is now.”

is it.

'I understood.' I looked up.

In other people's eyes, it would appear that I was lamenting as I looked at the empty space, but the spirit behind me was reflected in my eyes.

'Why did you break the tower.' -Well.

'I didn't mess around just for fun.' -Well, it was pretty fun to watch the Elder's top plate get distorted.

Bae Huo-ryeong was lying horizontally in the air as a bed.

-I didn't know that after I disappeared, there wouldn't be a single newcomer who could beat the tower.

In fact, I was a little bit out of the way King King.

'Why didn't you take down all of them, but only one spire?' - Of course not.

'Cause I'm not the nanny who feeds the kids a spoon.

The mastermind said sullenly.

-If horses are like dogs, who can't beat them? What about those guys who break through the 50th floor while panting as their dogs? "......." -Yamma.

Zombie Kim You may not be able to feel it because you are good at it, but they are all hunters too.

A hunter who climbed up to the 50th floor.

called the strong.

Even if my beginner days were over, it was over a long time ago, but I have to take care of myself.

"......." - Even by removing a spire, I did my best.

indeed.

I nodded my head, because it was a really hinted word.

I didn't know that the background might not be that much different.

Will you let yourself take responsibility? Will you raise yourself up responsibly? Only the last attitude would be the difference between him and me.

“Assistant writer.”

"Yes?" "I have a favor to ask." That one difference made me open my mouth.

“Please call at least one member of the congregation who worships other constellations, including Geomje Bridge.”

“… … That's something I can do, but why?”

“I am a Hunter.

What a Hunter will do is decided.”

I knew what I wanted to do.

“I will go to the next stage.”297.