White Tower Floor 17.
At the very mont Juhyeok was carrying out a rciless nuclear carpet bombing to clear the 96th floor—
Dou was receiving a guest while farming.
Today again, Juhyeok’s father, Bong Sucheol, had co with a fishing rod.
The family tree was tangled, but Dou and he were friends.
“Hey, Dou. Been doing well? ...Where’s Juhyeok?”
“Summoner. Tower raid. Elevator.”
“Another Earth?”
“Correct.”
Bong Sucheol smiled with satisfaction.
“That kid’s really sothing. Brave, just like , right?”
No chance.
Dou looked dumbfounded.
“Opposite. Bong Sucheol. Summoner. Completely different.”
“What are you talking about! He’s my son. You can’t ignore genetics.”
“Summoner. Brave. Maternal genes, likely. Second son Bong Minhyeok. Paternal genes.”
“....”
So what Dou ant was:
The eldest, Bong Juhyeok, took after his mother.
The younger son, Bong Minhyeok, took after his father.
Honestly, Bong Sucheol agreed.
Who could have imagined that a guy who had seed like a complete wimp would awaken as a Player and beco the world’s most praised top Player?
“W-well, still, so of my blood is in him. Look at . I co here all the ti. You know how scary this place is.”
True.
Even entering the 17th floor took trendous courage for Bong Sucheol.
“Anyway, Dou, my mouth’s bored. Got anything to eat? Bring out so of what you grew.”
“Wait. Stand by. Well-ripened...”
That was when—
WOOOOOOONG!
White Tower Floor 17 began to vibrate.
“H-hey! Dou! It’s an earthquake! An earthquake!”
“Calm. Not earthquake.”
“Then what’s this shaking?”
Even Dou was slightly startled.
Sothing had definitely changed.
The air quality on the 17th floor felt different.
He inhaled deeply.
“...Hmm.”
This—
He knew this energy.
Sothing he had encountered before in life.
“Holy power.”
“Huh? What’s holy power?”
“God’s power. God’s will. God’s authority.”
“Juhyeok’s nonreligious. So am I.”
But it was holy power, unmistakably.
A sacred energy was spreading throughout the entire 17th floor.
Bong Sucheol felt it too—
A warm current spreading through his body.
“Feels good.”
He even felt sohow healthier.
But then—
“Huh? Dou! Over there!”
Bong Sucheol pointed.
It was the Seondo Tree.
The tree that had blood not long ago and caused an immortal-energy shower.
Now its branches were trembling violently.
Don’t tell —again?
But it was not an immortal-energy shower.
STEP, STEP, STEP.
Dou hurried over to the Seondo Tree.
THUD, THUDUDUD, THUD.
The Seondo flowers were rapidly falling.
Why?
He could not be certain, but perhaps the holy power was affecting the tree.
At that very mont—
From where the flowers had fallen—
POP, POP, POP—
Plump fruits began to form.
“Ooooh! Peaches! Peaches!”
“Seondo. Fruit.”
A fragrant Seondo aroma spread throughout the White Tower.
At last, the Seondo had borne fruit.
As if possessed, Bong Sucheol approached the tree.
And just as he raised his hand to pick one—
SMACK!
Farr Dou grabbed his wrist.
“Contact prohibited. Summoner permission.”
“...J-just one.”
“Denied.”
“Co on! It’s fine. I’ll explain it to Juhyeok later—”
Dou shouted toward the warehouse near the plaza.
“Blood Wolf.”
Excluded from the expedition roster, Blood Wolf ca running.
TATATATATA!
“Woof woof!”
“Guard Seondo Tree. Absolute protection.”
“Woof!”
Bong Sucheol backed away with a sulky expression.
“You’re really going to be like this? Between us?”
“....”
“Sorry. Apology. Instead—cherry tomatoes. One box.”
Cherry tomatoes.
They were fruit too, but—
“Are they good?”
“Delicacy. U.S. Secretary of State. Surprised. Wonderful. Thumbs up.”
“Yeah, right... Bullshit—”
Why would the U.S. Secretary of State care about cherry tomatoes?
“Fine, whatever. I’ll take them. Thanks.”
Dou grinned.
The Seondo had fruited sooner than expected.
Thinking about how happy the Summoner would be made him feel good.
From now on, he would guard it so no one could approach.
*****
China.
After the Liberation Rune Necklace incident, martial law had once been declared.
But now stability had quickly returned.
The policy was one magic-sealing scroll per household.
To implent it, enormous funds were poured into importing hundreds of millions of magic-sealing scrolls from Pyongyang.
As a result, villain Player rampages had nearly vanished, and martial law was lifted.
anwhile, policies regarding Player treatnt had not changed much.
On the surface, they preached appeasent and claid to stop oppression.
But behind the scenes, they maintained surveillance—even drafting blacklists.
Instead, preferential policies for state-sponsored Players were strengthened.
Higher salaries.
Improved social status.
A thoroughly elite-centric policy.
As a result, China had also broken through the 80th floor.
All three towers.
Now it was ti to climb the 81st-floor giant-monster section.
For that, renting magic guns was essential.
Chinese State Councilor Wei Quan entered Korea and visited the Korean Awakening Administration.
“Commissioner, it’s been a while.”
“Councilor, welco.”
He was already acquainted with Commissioner Jeon Gwangil from the previous scroll import negotiations.
Wei Quan was also fluent in Korean.
The atmosphere was cordial.
“Our top Chinese Player also cleared the 80th-floor Nightmare.”
“Is that so? Congratulations.”
“It’s all thanks to the Dream Resistance Kits sold by the Korean Awakening Administration.”
“Hahaha, I’m very glad they helped.”
“On behalf of China, I thank Player Bong Juhyeok and the Administration.”
“I’ll pass that on to Player Bong.”
Now for the main point.
“Our Chinese governnt would like to be added to the magic-gun reservation list.”
“Of course. Ah—would you like so warm tea?”
“I’d appreciate it.”
They prepared the tea set and brewed tea.
“We’ll buy plenty of ammunition. It was one million dollars per round, correct?”
SLUUURP.
Commissioner Jeon Gwangil paused silently as he sipped.
“Councilor.”
“Yes?”
“About the magic-gun ammunition price.”
“Yes.”
“The sales conditions have changed slightly.”
“How so?”
“For nuclear-ard states, ammunition purchases require providing nuclear warheads.”
Wei Quan doubted his ears.
“...Pardon?”
“There are discounts too. The more nuclear warheads you hand over, the bigger the discount.”
“...Huh.”
Was this absurd statent real?
“You must be joking.”
“I’m sorry, but that is the decision.”
“No, that makes no sense. Do you really think magic-gun ammunition can be compared to nuclear warheads?”
“Magic-gun ammunition, you say.”
Commissioner Jeon Gwangil chuckled.
“I understand. China’s Black Tower isn’t about to collapse right away, so ammunition for the 81st floor probably doesn’t feel urgent.”
Wei Quan fell silent, his face stiff.
Commissioner Jeon continued calmly.
“You have plenty of ti anyway. Five years left, right?”
From stacking floors 71 through 80.
Sixty months.
“Plenty of ti to discover your own thod for clearing the 81st floor without magic-gun ammunition.”
Wei Quan slowly opened his mouth.
“...So this is how you’re going to play it?”
“Pardon?”
“After the scroll deal and the half-territory exchange over Baekdu Mountain, I thought our relations had improved. It seems I was mistaken.”
“I’m not sure what you an. Baekdu Mountain was taken by North Korea, wasn’t it?”
Commissioner Jeon replied smoothly.
anwhile, Wei Quan’s face flushed red and blue.
“Was this Player Bong Juhyeok’s demand?”
Wei Quan had seen the Administration videos too.
Probably every Chinese citizen had. Short clips were everywhere.
So he knew why Juhyeok needed nuclear warheads.
Still, it was impossible to believe.
“I don’t understand your intentions. You’re trying to seize strategic nuclear weapons based on videos of questionable authenticity.”
“Seize? If you don’t want to trade, don’t. Simple.”
Wei Quan grew agitated.
“An alien god invading Earth through the Black Tower? For dinsional energy? Hah! You expect us to believe that nonsense?”
Commissioner Jeon chuckled casually.
“Believe it or not, that’s up to you.”
“This looks like Korea trying to pressure China by acquiring nuclear weapons.”
“What benefit would Korea gain from pressuring China? And if we truly wanted to ruin you, we would not have exported scrolls in the first place.”
The discussion ran in parallel lines.
“So you’re serious. No ammunition unless we provide real nuclear warheads?”
“How many tis do I have to say it? Yes. That is the policy.”
China had no intention of handing over nuclear warheads.
The Administration needed them.
“Then I’ll see you out. I’m busy. I wish China the best of luck. Do clear the 81st floor within five years.”
At that mont—
“World-ranked top Player, Bong Juhyeok.”
Commissioner Jeon froze halfway out of his seat.
“Age twenty-five. Lives in a Cheongdam-dong penthouse. Family: Bong Sucheol, Hong Geumja, Bong Minhyeok... no current girlfriend.”
Wei Quan smiled languidly.
“Ah, don’t worry. I’m not planning anything.”
“After all, the magic-gun ammunition belongs to Player Bong Juhyeok anyway.”
“Since talking with the Administration isn’t working, it might be faster to negotiate directly with Player Bong Juhyeok.”
Commissioner Jeon’s face hardened.
His expression twisted—then—
“Hey.”
“...What?”
“You fucking bastard.”
Suddenly?
An unexpected curse.
Wei Quan stared at him with his mouth agape.
“Want to die?”
Was he insane?
Such a sudden outburst—
“W-wait! What do you think you’re doing? Where are your manners? Commissioner! I will formally protest this to the Korean governnt through diplomatic channels—”
Commissioner Jeon Gwangil went a step further.
WHAM!
He grabbed Wei Quan by the collar.
“Shut up and take it all the way in!”
“...!”
His eyes shook.
Wei Quan was so shocked that he could not even resist.
“If you so much as approach Player Bong Juhyeok, you are dead for sure. You think that’s all? The entire leadership of the Chinese Ergency Committee—every high-ranking official—heads will roll one after another.”
“...Ghk!”
“So if you want to rent magic guns, put nuclear warheads on the table. If you don’t like that, go back to China and keep your head down. I’m saying this for your own good.”
The bastard had crossed a line he should never have crossed.
If it were up to Commissioner Jeon, he would have ripped out Wei Quan’s teeth.
But—
“You dumb bastard. Please, assess the situation properly. I’m begging you.”
Commissioner Jeon Gwangil was sincere.
This was all for China’s sake.
Would Player Bong’s blood-summoned entities really stay still?
If people started dying in droves again, chaos would be recreated, and it would negatively affect neighboring Korea as well.
“Get lost!”
“T-this! We’ll see about this!”
Judging by the look of him, he would probably try to approach anyway.
Well, nothing could be done.
All Commissioner Jeon could do was pray for his soul.
*****
SSSRRRK—
The elevator doors slid open.
Juhyeok and the blood-summoned entities arrived on White Tower Floor 17.
They said a blessing of divine power had descended.
“Does sothing feel different?”
“Hup! There’s sothing in the air.”
“It does seem to be divine power.”
“Oh!”
So a blessing really had descended.
Then what had improved?
“At the very least, it should be good for paladins.”
Sure enough.
Radiant wings sprouted from his back—
WHOOSH!
Bardin floated into the air, gliding as if swimming through space.
“That guy isn’t even going to walk anymore.”
anwhile, Cossack did not seem pleased.
“Flight is a holy skill. He’s really got it made.”
“Why? You want to fly too?”
“Hmph! What’s the point of flying?”
“If you can fly, it’s nice.”
“There’s an old saying. Those who fly cannot beat those who walk.”
There was a saying like that?
“A true gentleman does not run even when it rains. But flying like that—doesn’t that make him a commoner?”
What kind of logic was that?
“Greenie, Bardin, the succubus, Jepetto, and Old Man Hawk are classified as the flying faction. Eat separately.”
He was even dividing people up?
“Our walking faction should not even share a table with those frivolous flying types.”
It was obvious.
That was all jealousy.
Because he had no way to fly.
Then Gyeon Dallae raised a question.
“This lady can also fly. Then I’m part of the flying faction.”
“Just barely floating a little above the ground—does that count as flying? You’re walking faction.”
The mad monk too.
“This old man can fly as well.”
“How is air-stepping flying? That’s lightness skill. I can do that too. Old Monk, walking faction.”
Rajix raised his hand enthusiastically.
“Wah!”
“Don’t tell you’re claiming that teetering and spinning around is flying?”
“Huh?”
“Dinsional farmhand—walking farmhand.”
“Waaah...”
What was this even about?
“Walking faction, be proud. Our Summoner Bong belongs to the walking faction.”
I don’t want to be lumped in there.
Suddenly, I want to fly.
Just then, Mackenzie quietly approached.
“Summoner, would you like to teach you the Fly spell?”
Huh?
“I can learn it too?”
“Normally, Fly is learned at Circle 5 or above, but this mage has his ways.”
Tempting.
“Private tutoring! With Mackenzie, you too can beco an aerial mage.”
Sounds good.
Bong Juhyeok soaring freely through the sky.
Should I just learn it?
“...Old Man Hawk.”
Cossack had already co close.
“What is it?”
“Can I use Fly magic too?”
“I thought you were walking faction.”
“Honestly, the flying faction is cooler.”
I knew it.
From the start, he had just been jealous of Bardin.
“You’re disqualified.”
“...Why?”
“What reason do I have to teach you Fly—”
That was when—
STEP, STEP, STEP.
Farr Dou ca striding quickly toward Juhyeok.
“Oh! Mr. Dou, you’ve been well? We cleared up to the 99th floor. Only one floor left now.”
Even if this was Earth No. 675.
“Report to the Summoner.”
“Huh? Did sothing happen?”
“Seondo Tree. Fruit. Harvestable.”
“Ah! I see.”
...Wait.
“What did you just say?”
“Seondo bearing fruit. Bumper harvest.”
The Seondo had borne fruit?
Juhyeok dashed straight toward the Seondo Tree.
RUMBLE, RUMBLE.
Everyone followed.
“Oh!”
“Ah!”
“It’s Seondo.”
“Ho ho ho.”
“The glory of the 17th floor.”
Aaaah!
That large, luscious-looking jade-like fruit.
A treasure brimming with immortal energy.
The Seondo, said to bloom only in the Immortal Realm, had now begun production on the 17th floor.
Truly a moving mont.
Grow strong and plentiful from now on.
“We should guard it well. So no one touches it.”
Well, with Dou always on the 17th floor, that was reassuring.
“Earlier. Seondo. Theft. Attempt. Occurred. Prevented.”
“...What?”
What was he talking about?
“So soone tried to steal the Seondo, and you stopped him, Mr. Dou?”
“Correct.”
Then Cossack exploded in anger.
“What?! A thieving bastard in this sacred White Tower?! I’ll tie his head up with ribbons myself. Who’s the culprit?”
“Seondo. Culprit.”
“Please say it.”
“Bong Sucheol.”
“Sucheol? That bastard, you’ve really done it now—I’ll chop off your—”
In that instant—
Cossack blinked.
Bong?
Bong Sucheol?
“Summoner. Father. Bong Sucheol. Seondo. Theft. Attempt. Culprit.”
“...Yes?”
Gulp.
Cossack swallowed dryly.
“Uh, um...”
I should have known.
How many ordinary people even ca in and out of the White Tower?
Commissioner Jeon Gwangil, Jung Donghoon, Lee Minah, Chairman Kim Injung—and the Summoner’s family.
This was bad.
The Summoner might not say anything to him, but the problem was—
“This is blatant treason. At once, Cossack—hang that man by the neck.”
“Ho ho ho. Have you lost your mind? Such arrogance has gone too far.”
“How dare you put ribbons on whose head?”
“Perfect. Let’s tie ribbons on that assassin bastard’s head.”
“An act of filial impiety. One hundred flicks to the forehead.”
“A flick? One bullet is enough. You’re executed!”
“They say Old Man Manny will freeze him solid.”
“That works too.”
“WAAAH!!!”
Staggering backward, Cossack retreated.
But he was already surrounded.
He could not jump and escape either.
Damn it.
The flying paladin had blocked the sky route.
“Tsk.”
Juhyeok thought for a mont.
“...Should I stop them?”
No.
Let it be.
Was this the first or second ti?
And yet Cossack always survived.
“I should pick a Seondo fruit.”
Carefully holding it with both hands.
Gently twisting—
POP!
“Hmm, slls nice.”
At that mont—
From where the fruit had been plucked, another round fruit imdiately began to form.
“Oh!”
Unbelievable.
A new fruit ford the instant ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) one was picked?
Still, better to eat them sparingly.
Anyway, he should head to the auction house.
It had been a while since he listed anything. People must be waiting.
*****
A few days later.
A video was uploaded to the Awakening Administration.
Title: Nuclear Weapon Usage Settlent Report
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