So who exactly is Caelan?
Why does that na feel... weirdly familiar?
With what little sanity he had left, Tydamir forced himself to think.
And a mont later, he finally rembered where he’d seen it before.
[Killing Tower]!
The man who cleared all 100 floors, made history—then incidentally blew the entire [Killing Tower] to pieces!
If it was him, then maybe it made sense that Alyssa looked down on him... right?
Tydamir shook his head hard, rejecting that unreliable thought with absolute determination.
Even if it’s Caelan, I still have to talk to him properly!
Yeah. Like a man. Brave. Straightforward. Talk it out!
Tydamir pumped himself up internally.
Just as he was wondering whether he should ask Alyssa where Caelan was...
A figure flashed by, appearing right in front of Alyssa in the next instant.
"Hey—why haven’t you transferred my points yet?"
Alyssa froze for a second, but the mont she saw it was Caelan, a blush rose to her cheeks against her will.
"Caelan, I’m so sorry, just now I—"
Caelan waved impatiently, clearly acting like he was in a hurry.
"My ti is valuable. Just transfer it. Now."
Seeing Caelan treat Alyssa with that kind of attitude, Tydamir felt the anger he’d barely managed to suppress flare up again!
He imdiately stepped forward, shielding Alyssa behind him, and glared at Caelan.
"Hey. Are you even a man?"
"You’re asking a girl for points—can’t you be a little more generous?"
Caelan paused, then looked at Alyssa with a baffled expression.
"...Is this your simp?"
Alyssa blinked. She didn’t know what "simp" ant, but that didn’t stop her from guessing.
The next mont, nervousness spread across her face.
"N-no, he isn’t! Caelan, I have nothing to do with him."
Hearing Alyssa rush to distance herself from him, Tydamir felt a bitterness he’d never experienced before.
So this is what it feels like... to be stabbed in the back by the person you like?
It hurt.
It hurt so badly.
In that instant, Tydamir felt as if his heart had been carved to pieces.
But right after that, his resolve hardened again!
No matter what, he had to protect Alyssa!
Besides, it’s just legion points. Worst case, I’ll pay for her!
With that thought, Tydamir lifted his head again and stared at Caelan.
"How many points does she owe you? I’ll pay it for her!"
When Caelan heard that, the look he gave Tydamir gained a hint of admiration.
To simp to this extent... truly impressive.
"Eight million points. Transfer it, thanks."
"Eight mil? That’s just—"
Wait.
Tydamir suddenly realized sothing was off.
The number Caelan said didn’t sound like eight hundred.
It was... eight million!!
Eight million???
Tydamir’s brain short-circuited.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have eight million. As the commander’s son, his balance was already over twenty million! And points between legions could be exchanged without loss.
But the problem was—having a balance and actually spending the points were two different things.
It was like his dad owning two villas and giving him one.
If Tydamir lived in it or used it normally, fine.
But if he suddenly sold it... then gambled away the money at a casino—
What awaited him would be a beating of inhuman brutality.
"No—this is blatant extortion! You’re asking for way too much!"
But Caelan didn’t panic at all.
He calmly raised one finger and pointed at Alyssa beside Tydamir.
"My price is fair, and I don’t cheat anyone."
"If you don’t believe , you can ask Alyssa yourself."
Tydamir turned his head instinctively—and t Alyssa’s gaze, filled with disgust.
"This is between Caelan and . It has nothing to do with you."
"Please leave. I still need to transfer the points to Caelan."
At that mont, Tydamir was completely over the edge.
He lunged forward and blocked Caelan’s path.
"Eight million—I’ll give it to you. But stay away from Alyssa!"
Afraid Caelan would change his mind, Tydamir transferred the points almost imdiately.
Caelan was genuinely stunned by this move.
This guy’s simp level... was absolutely maxed out.
A max-level simp... truly terrifying.
After confirming the points had arrived, Caelan couldn’t be bothered to keep arguing.
He turned to leave, but then he felt sothing soft and springy—small fingers clasping his palm.
"Caelan, please wait a mont."
Caelan frowned, annoyed.
"What now?"
Alyssa’s cheeks flushed with sha.
"Well... could you return those eight million points to Tydamir? I can give you ten million instead."
Caelan was completely dumbfounded.
Wait—what is Alyssa doing? Why doesn’t she just transfer the points to the simp directly???
Whatever. No point overthinking it.
So Caelan chose to return Tydamir’s points.
But what nearly made him explode was—
Tydamir actually rejected the refund!
The reason?
"A real man won’t accept a transfer being returned."
anwhile, Alyssa transferred ten million points to Caelan.
Just like that, Caelan’s legion points climbed to nearly thirty million!
...Are points really this easy to earn? You people don’t feel any pain spending them?
Caelan rubbed his temples, getting a headache.
Then suddenly, his eyes lit up. He grabbed Tydamir and pulled him aside.
"Bro. Do you really like Alyssa that much?"
Tydamir froze, then spoke with righteous conviction.
"Of course! Alyssa is my goddess, and—"
Caelan cut him off with a hand gesture.
"Bottom line: Alyssa’s never really looked at you, right?"
Tydamir hesitated, then said stubbornly,
"That’s not true! When I fell into an ice hole as a kid, Alyssa hired people to help. She’s the kindest person in the world!"
At that mont, Alyssa spoke quietly from the side.
"Actually... that ice hole was sothing I smashed open so I could fish."
For an instant, the silence was terrifying.
Caelan let out a soft sigh and patted Tydamir’s shoulder heavily.
"Bro. I know it hurts. But don’t be too hurt."
"You like Alyssa, right? I can help you!"
"You... you’re willing to help ??"
A flash of disbelief crossed Tydamir’s eyes.
He stared at Caelan, couldn’t hold back, and blurted out,
"Are you serious? Don’t tell you don’t like Alyssa??"
Caelan froze for a beat, then smiled and shook his head.
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