I've been pushing myself too hard.
I need some time to regroup.
Decision made to craft a magic sword using a demonic dragon's Dragon Heart.
First priority is building the frame.
Since the magic sword will be wielded by a Gigant, it has to be made on a super-large scale to match.
The facilities on the 17th floor of the White Tower won't cut it.
Why struggle by making it myself?
It's better to make it outside.
Outsource it externally.
On Earth, the Republic of Korea's steelmaking technology is extremely advanced.
Their skill in handling tower metals is also at a very high level.
Marie acknowledged it too.
She said they make things better than dwarf runts.
Embed a heart of demonic energy into the massive sword's frame, then add enchantments, alchemy, and magitech to the blade, body, and hilt, and it's done.
But no rushing—take it slow.
First, head to the 85th floor and bring back a Gigant.
Juhyeok was in the penthouse.
He hadn't been able to summon Jephet because he'd taken the elevator to another dimension.
How hard must it be in the world of souls.
Unable even to enter the White Tower.
He used a designated summon and told Jephet about what had happened on the 1st floor of the White Tower.
They chatted idly for a while.
"Then just rest up and head back on your own."
"It's already thrilling. I can clearly picture the souls jumping in shock."
"Hahaha, is that so?"
"Heh heh heh, indeed."
Jephet had become a major star in the world of souls.
The stories he brought back from the outside world.
Thanks to that, the souls were no longer bored.
How entertaining was this incident of dimensional travel via the elevator on the 1st floor of the White Tower?
A player from a parallel universe, inheriting his legacy, taking over the 1st floor of the White Tower, killing a dragon, and—
'Acquiring nationality.'
That's right.
He'd become a resident of another world.
One that had already been destroyed.
"Is this also part of the inheritance?"
At first he'd just accepted it and moved on.
But when he checked his status window—
[Affiliation 1]: Black Tower (Earth No. 1,001 – Republic of Korea)
[Affiliation 2]: Black Tower (Earth No. 675 – Germany)
It had changed like that.
"So this was Earth No. 1,001."
He was only finding out now.
He'd known about parallel universes for a while, but still.
Meanwhile, Max Kruger's world was No. 675.
Do they number every parallel universe?
"How rustic, using numbers."
It might be the simplest naming method, though.
Anyway.
"This is dual nationality."
Originally, players weren't allowed to have dual nationality.
Yet there it was, clearly stated in the status window.
"Impossible in the same dimension, but possible across different dimensions?"
If that's the case, then there must be a Black Tower on Earth No. 675 as well…
He could check later.
Whether it really exists.
If it does, he could climb it.
For now, he'd rest without thinking too much.
He'd been through a lot in a short time.
Juhyeok entered the 17th floor of the White Tower.
The fun party began.
A badge award ceremony was also held.
Total accumulated badges: 144.
Physical badges: 45.
One went to Mackenzie.
He'd planned to give two, but based on Kosak and Gyeondallae's opinion that obtaining a demonic dragon's Dragon Heart wasn't such a major merit—unlike a pure heart—he gave only one.
Even so, Mackenzie was beaming.
The 9-Circle Archmage couldn't hide his smile.
And then Paladin Bardin.
Let's stop this "human holy sword" nonsense, okay?
People should live like people.
"Break through your rank and come back—as a Holy Knight of Lerssal."
Only one rune for rank breakthrough of a summoned being remained.
And since Bardin already had five badges pinned to his chest, Juhyeok slapped twenty more on him all at once.
"Even if you fail, just come back safely, understood?"
"Yes! This humble one will immediately carry out my lord's solemn command. O light!!!"
"I'm not telling you to go right now—hang around a bit more."
"No, sir. Time is gold."
And so Bardin bravely climbed to the top of the landmark alone.
That left 24 badges.
They'd dropped fast.
Well, he'd just gather them steadily again.
Wouldn't it be nice if he got a random lucky box?
Getting about 50 badges from that would be perfect.
Suddenly—
Bzzz!
His smartphone vibrated.
It was Commissioner Jeon Gwang-il.
He said there was something urgent to discuss.
Perfect timing.
Juhyeok had needed to meet him anyway.
The meeting place was, as expected, the 17th floor of the White Tower.
Spot! Commissioner Jeon appeared.
"Player Bong."
"Hello, Commissioner."
"I was worried when I couldn't reach you. You weren't around this morning either."
"Haha, I went somewhere for a bit."
Another dimension.
You wouldn't believe it.
Maybe we can go together sometime when there's time.
"Oh! By the way, is the firefighting agent replenishment finished?"
"Yes, we've prepared even more than before. We also secured five additional fire engines."
"Thank you so much. It must've been a hassle."
"Not at all. It's related to tower."
With that, preparations for the second tower—Phoenix—were complete.
"And please take this."
"Oh, a ticket?"
"The Japanese Prime Minister sent it as thanks for exporting the magic-power suppression scroll."
"What the—huh?! A skill reset ticket?"
"That's right."
Wow!
Good things just kept happening.
With this, he could draw one more summoned being in the next random summon.
"Oh my, thank you… please convey my gratitude in return."
To think he'd get this kind of help from Japan.
Saving the Prime Minister really had been the right call.
"By the way, what about China? Still no response? Don't they need magic-power suppression scrolls?"
"No contact. I guess they're still managing."
Well, they'd do as they pleased.
Now for the main business.
"You remember I mentioned having a strategy for the giant-monster zone on the 80th floors, right?"
"Yes, I remember."
"I think we can proceed with that."
"Oh!"
"We've made a decent weapon. What it is, well…"
Juhyeok explained in detail to Jeon Gwang-il about the magic gun and its specialized ammunition for dealing with giant monsters.
Then—
"On your way out, meet magitech engineer L and pick up the magic gun and ammo."
"Ah, understood."
"We should be able to clear up to the 85th floor without much trouble. Handling the magic gun will be difficult at first… but practice will take care of that."
At first, shots wouldn't land well.
So ammunition would sell extremely well.
Honestly, he wasn't that greedy for money.
Even doing nothing, money kept flowing into his account.
Take the Anti-Obesity Bracelet, for instance.
Mass-production facilities at the Pyongyang factory were nearly complete.
It would be finished within half a month.
North Korea's economic development centered on Pyongyang.
CEO Jeong of Rajiks Trading was making massive investments.
Lastly, the magic sword crafting.
Mackenzie, Marie, L, and Rajiks had already created a separate group chat just for it.
The trinity of magic, alchemy, and engineering.
No—since Rajiks joined, was it a quaternity now?
Juhyeok was invited too, but what would he even understand?
Then—
Ding!
An alchemy material reward from defeating a copy of Diamat when it had been the 80th-floor boss in the past.
Ah…
Kind-hearted Marie, always looking out for the untouchable Diamat.
Yeah, Diamat's rank breakthrough isn't happening.
The world of souls.
A place so boring it was called the Infinite Prison.
But these days, every day was filled with anticipation.
The summoning trends that the summoned being Jephet brought back were endlessly entertaining.
But today's story was no joke.
The White Tower elevator?
A device that crossed dimensions?
And it actually operated, going down to the 1st floor?
"L-lies."
"Come on, you know it's true."
"I was just too shocked."
"Well, that's understandable."
But the aftermath was like choking on dry sweet potatoes.
A completely ruined dimension.
An unfortunate player who took his own life.
The summoner who inherited his legacy.
"Has anyone ever been to Earth No. 675?"
"Probably not. Not every world has a summoner."
"I think I heard an announcement that it had entered the destruction phase."
The souls grew uneasy.
Even if it was an unrelated world, hearing that it was destroyed couldn't feel good.
"Then, brothers and sisters, shall I tell you a story that'll really clear things up?"
"Go on. After all those sweet potatoes, my chest feels clogged."
"Got any refreshing soda?"
"Heh heh, of course."
"What is it?"
"The Summoner has acquired the title of Dragon Slayer."
"Hm."
"I see."
"Nice."
"Tell him congratulations for us—wait! What?"
"Huh?"
"W-what?"
"Dragon Slayer?"
"That means he killed a dragon."
"What happened was…"
Jephet went into detailed explanation of what had happened outside the 1st floor of the White Tower.
An unbelievable fact: while attempting meteor strikes across multiple dimensions, a passing dragon had coincidentally died.
"Kyaha, insane, right? Awesome, right? The dragon came over and stuck its head in on its own!"
"That fallen demonic dragon bastard died a good death."
"Mackenzie really pulled it off."
"As expected of a 9-Circle mage. I envy him greatly."
"Mackenzie's completely secured his position now."
"He'll earn the summoner's deep trust."
"Of course—he killed a dragon."
"He might've even surpassed the beastman laborer. Mackenzie could be the top confidant, with the laborer next."
"He'll be standing right beside the summoner, drawing the envy of all the other summoned beings."
"The summoner shouldn't rely too much on Mackenzie."
P.
What pointless worries.
Just because he killed one dragon—earning the summoner's trust?
Not a chance.
In Jephet's eyes, every mage was still lower tier.
They couldn't compare to the Alchemist Won-sa or the Fairy Princess, let alone the Mad Warrior or the Barbarian Fighter.
Maybe slightly better than the perverted paladin.
But he didn't bother saying that to the souls.
They'd only understand once they experienced it themselves.
The U.S. State Department's Tower Climbing Management Bureau.
Today again, Minister McMillan, Director Antonio, and Player Gerald were gathered in one place for a meeting.
The agenda was the strategy for clearing the 81st floor—Behemoth.
They simply couldn't find a solution.
The 70s floors had been ridiculously easy.
Even the 80th floor had been cleared without trouble using the Dream Resistance Kit.
But on the 81st floor's giant-monster zone, the difficulty spiked sharply.
The Behemoth was just too huge.
Approach carelessly, and you get stepped on and die.
"Whew… even magic doesn't work?"
"I tried using skills while moving, but couldn't deal any effective damage. And even though it's slow, its stride is so big that escaping was difficult."
"Not even with ultimates?"
"It did hesitate for a moment… I recorded it on my body cam, so you can review it if you want."
But would reviewing it really help?
Unless they could bring a pile of anti-tank missiles into the tower.
"At this point, we have no choice but to rely on the top player."
That's right.
Only he had the answer.
Whether through temporary naturalization or using a multinational tower-access ticket.
Honestly, even if they somehow cleared the 81st floor—
what about the 82nd? The 83rd?
And wasn't the 86th floor a phoenix? A Phoenix.
How were they supposed to kill a creature that only existed in legends?
But the top player had already surpassed even that.
It was Player Bong Juhyeok, who had cleared that very Phoenix.
At that moment—
Bzzz!
Director Antonio's smartphone rang.
"Excuse me, I'll take this call for a moment."
"Who is it? Your ex-wife?"
"Come on, don't say such unlucky things… It's Commissioner Jeon Gwang-il."
"Mr. Jeon? Perfect. Ask him when the anti-obesity bracelet will be reproduced."
"Haah… At a time like this, when we're discussing how to clear the 81st floor…"
Antonio shot McMillan a glare and answered the call.
"Hello? Mr. Jeon! Long time no see."
—Everything going well, Director?
"As always. But why the call? Is it about the anti-obesity bracelet reproduction?"
—Ah! That will be ready soon as well, but that's not why I called.
Antonio focused on the call.
Then—
"W-wait a moment. You found a strategy for the giant-monster zone?"
Minister McMillan and Player Gerald, who were listening nearby, were also shocked.
A strategy? How?
…..
"Yes, yes. We'll fly over and meet you right away. Yes. Player Gerald will come too."
Antonio's face flushed red with excitement.
So did Minister McMillan.
This was urgent—very urgent.
"A, a plane—please arrange one immediately."
"Got it. I'll have one waiting at the airport right away."
"You heard that, Gerald? Go home and pack."
"Pack what? We can go as we are."
That evening.
A private jet carrying Director Antonio and Player Gerald took off from Washington Airport.
[Entering Republic of Korea Black Tower (No. 2), 86th Floor.]
The No. 2 Tower's superheated cataclysmic-flame Phoenix firefighting raid.
They'd already done it once.
Just do the same thing again.
Alchemist Won-sa pulls aggro.
Fire engines in a crane-wing formation.
Firefighting agents sprayed out.
Then Mackenzie and Rajiks flew overhead and dropped tanks of liquid nitrogen.
Shhh! Shhhshhhshhh!
The mad warrior unleashed crescent-moon energy.
Slice! Shrrrk!
A shower of liquid nitrogen.
[Superheated Cataclysmic-Flame Phoenix 1/1]
[You have successfully completed the 86th-floor mission.]
[Reward: 860 kg of High-Grade Magic Stones]
[World Announcement: Black Tower No. 2 (Korea) has achieved an S+++ clear rating on the 86th floor.]
[S+++ Clear Reward: 2 Platinum Badges awarded.]
"So no feathers or ashes."
Well, the 86th floor wasn't the main event.
It was just the opening act.
Still, let's check the perks before moving on.
With two more badges, the total reached 146.
[Perk granted for accumulating 145 Platinum Badges.]
What is it?
[Perk: Transcendent Concealment Shroud has been added to the Tower-exclusive inventory.]
"Oh?"
A perk item, for the first time in a while.
Taking it out of the inventory—it was a cloak.
"…So it's an invisibility cloak?"
It felt pretty decent.
And it wasn't tower-exclusive, either.
Plus, the short, clear option description.
Straightforward, not vague.
Still—
"Tsk, they give me a wimp item."
Are they telling me to sneak around like a coward?
I'm already more than worthy of being called a real man.
Rewards received.
Now for the highlight.
[Entering Republic of Korea Black Tower (No. 1), 85th Floor.]
Hello, Gigant.
You've been well, right?
I'm kidnapping you wholesale.
If it works, that is.
Krrrdddk!
Kukukukuk!
Swoooosh!
From underground rose the automated Magnus Ego Gigant.
First, immobilization.
"We'll begin."
The never-missing Alchemist Won-sa raised the magic gun.
A specially crafted weapon using magic-power EMP special rounds.
Since it was a long-range EMP, L wouldn't be affected.
Click!
Shaaak!
Thunk!
The magic EMP round hit the Gigant square in the torso.
Flash!
Crack! Papapap!
A powerful wave of light.
Stagger!
The Magnus Ego Gigant froze instantly.
"Let's start the operation."
"Preload!"
"This will be over quickly."
First, the giant shield-bearer.
"Grrngh!"
With overwhelming strength, he shoved the immobilized Magnus Gigant over.
Boom!
Sword Master Kosak and the mad warrior climbed onto its chest.
Slice! Shrrk!
They cut through the armor plates with aura.
Crack!
The shield-bearer tore them off by hand.
Five parallel-linked magic-core engines were exposed.
Next was L.
After manipulating the engines and circuits to disable movement—
"Hoek!"
Rajiks appeared.
Sniff! Sniff! Hot breath snorting, he stood proudly before the fallen Gigant.
Rajiks stretched his short arms forward.
Swoooong!
The entrance slowly opened.
It was the first time seeing it.
The opening of a subspace bag.
Normally, items didn't go in like this.
Most things would just slip in with a touch.
But this was different.
The largest item he'd ever stored.
So the entrance had to be opened to its maximum.
"Hooooeeeeee!"
With the entrance wide open,
Rajiks moved forward slowly.
Waddle, waddle!
With each step—
Swoosh! Swoosh.
The Gigant's head disappeared.
He kept moving forward.
Waddle, waddle, waddle.
Swooooo
Rajiks's face was full of concentration.
"Hang in there! Rajiks, god-tier dimensional porter!"
"Hoaat!"
"Smoothly, like sliding!"
"Hoaat!"
"You will succeed!"
"Hoaat!"
"Lerssal subspace, fighting!"
"Hoaat!"
At last—
Swoosh!
The head was completely inside.
Now the shoulders were the key.
The most critical part.
If the shoulders went in, it was game over.
But—
Rip, rrrip.
The shoulders got stuck at the entrance.
Rajiks couldn't advance easily.
"Open it wider!"
"Spread it, wider!"
"Force it in! Surely the subspace bag won't tear, right?"
"Hooooeeeeek!"
Rip, shhk, rrrip, shhhk!
It's going.
It's moving.
Waddle-waddle, moving forward.
He stretched the entrance of the subspace bag with all his might and advanced—again and again.
"In! Go in!"
"In! Going in!"
"In! In! In!"
"In! In!"
"In!"
"In!"
"In!"
"In!"
Just a little more. Just a little.
"Hooeek!!! Horat! Hooaaaat!"
In!
The Gigant's shoulders slipped inside.
Swooshshsh!
No resistance now.
Rajiks reached forward and advanced.
Each time, more of the Gigant's massive body vanished.
Eventually, the upper body, then even the lower body—
Swoosh!
"Hooray!"
"Hooray!"
"Well done!"
"Long live Rajiks, dimensional porter!"
"Long live Juhyeok!"
The gigantic Gigant vanished in an instant.
"Hooooaaaaaaaah!"
Rajiks's roar echoed across the 85th floor!
And then—
Ding!
A message announcing the successful clear.
Success.
The Magnus Ego Gigant's body.
Captured whole.
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