Chapter 20

Chapter 20

“Nyah, nyah. It’s so delicious, nyah.”

One box of Churu from Anonymous 3861.

Woo-jin opened two Churu for Blackie.

And Blackie was currently enjoying them very deliciously.

“Is it good?”

“It tastes heavenly, nyah!”

“Hmmm.”

Should I just... taste it……?

Shake, shake!

What am I thinking?

Woo-jin left Blackie alone and headed toward one corner of the cave with the Subspace Backpack on his back.

That secluded spot received no sunlight and only cool air lingered there, so he had been using it as a substitute refrigerator. The cherry tomatoes, potatoes, and sweet potatoes had all been placed there.

[Subspace Backpack]

[Stored Items]

- Tower Resistance Potato×100

[Tower Strength Pumpkin Sweet Potato is being stored in the Subspace Backpack.]

[Tower Strength Pumpkin Sweet Potato is being…….]

[Tower Magic Power Cherry Tomato is being stored in the Subspace Backpack.]

[Tower Magic Power Cherry Tomato is being…….]

“Hehe. This is convenient.”

He emptied everything neatly.

Blackie seemed to have finished eating the Churu just then.

At that moment, Woo-jin’s gaze suddenly fell on the Administrator Passage.

“...Hm.”

“What is it, nyah?”

“Blackie. Would it be okay if I took some items from other floors?”

Blackie looked at him as if to ask whether this human had lost his mind.

As an administrator, Blackie’s reaction was only natural.

Woo-jin was level 6.

The weakest of the weak in the Mythic difficulty Tower.

If even a trash mob from the 1st Floor hit him once, he would go straight down the road to the underworld.

Leaving the 99th Floor, which was something of a safe zone, was extremely dangerous.

And on top of that, he wanted to take items.

What kind of thought process was that?

“I got this wonderful backpack, so it’d be a waste to let it sit around unused. I should put all sorts of things(?) in it. Is it a management violation?”

“...It isn’t a management violation, nyah. In the first place, if items from a floor disappear or are damaged, restoring them to their original state is also an administrator’s job, nyah. That is because we must preserve the original state so the next adventurer can challenge it, nyah.”

I see.

So administrators did that kind of cleanup behind the scenes of the Tower.

It was a fact he had not known.

“But you know. Will there even be a ‘next’ adventurer in the first place?”

“...Nyah?”

“Of course, maybe after a really~ long time. But is there any adventurer who’ll reach the Mythic difficulty Tower within a few months, or even a few years?”

“Th-that will not happen, nyah.”

Mythic difficulty was truly an abandoned Tower.

An administrator’s place of exile.

A space that no one came to, or rather, could come to.

When it was openly known that even clearing Hell difficulty was impossible, coming to Mythic difficulty? That seemed like something that would not happen even if heaven and earth were turned upside down.

In other words.

Even if he rummaged through the Tower and left it that way, there was no administrator to say anything and no adventurer to notice.

“Then there’s no problem. Let’s go to the 97th Floor first.”

“It is still too dangerous, nyah. You cannot, nyah.”

“Why are you like this, President Blackie? I’m the owner of Max Concealment.”

“...Nyah?”

Sss.

Woo-jin vanished completely from sight.

His scent and his shadow were the same.

Five seconds later, he appeared again.

“What do you think? It should be safe when doing the job(?), right?”

...That probably isn’t what the skill was made for, nyah?

---

Woo-jin and Blackie entered the Administrator Passage.

The Administrator Passage had been designed to suit Blackie’s body type, so it was quite narrow in both width and height, but that was no problem at all.

“Soil Tilling, Soil Tilling!”

CRUMBLE, CRUMBLE!

Since he had already carried out expansion work up to the 98th Floor, he only needed to expand the passage going down to the 97th Floor.

[Soil Tilling Lv. 4 proficiency has increased minutely.]

[Soil Tilling Lv. 4 proficiency has…….]

He could raise his skill level too, killing two birds with one stone.

THUD!

At last, he reached the entrance to the 97th Floor.

A single wooden door.

The so-called Administrator’s Door appeared.

“President Blackie. Open it.”

“Before that, should we not first learn what kind of place this is, nyah?”

“Oh. Smart. Then let’s check.”

“…….”

Blackie was about to take out the manual, then stopped.

“But Woo-jin. Why did I become a president, nyah?”

“Hm? Well…….”

There was no special meaning.

Woo-jin scratched his cheek.

Then he snapped his fingers and said with a smile,

“Because we’re members of the same team.”

“Members……?”

“I’ll be counting on you from now on, President Blackie.”

At the word president, Blackie’s eyes sparkled.

Judging by the way his tail was swaying, he seemed to like it.

“Is Woo-jin a president too, nyah?”

“No, I’m the chairman. One level above president.”

“I see, nyah! Woo-jin is the chairman, nyah!”

This is how we have a little fun, I guess.

Woo-jin shrugged.

“Then I will check the 97th Floor information, nyah.”

“Oh. Good.”

POP!

The manual appeared in front of Blackie.

“97th Floor, 97th Floor... Here it is, nyah!”

The administrator manual.

A book containing information on the Objectives of each floor of the Tower.

Blackie wet his front paw with saliva, then turned the pages one by one.

[97th Floor Objective]

- Defeat the Demon Sword (0/1)

“Demon Sword?”

[97th Floor Information]

- The pinnacle of all evil.

- A true Demon God who makes even Demon Kings tremble in fear.

- Its true body was a single sword.

- (omitted)

- After overcoming all sorts of adversity and finally reaching the Graveyard of Swords, where the Demon Sword sleeps, you dragged your exhausted body onward.

- They are surely the swords of the challengers who challenged the Demon Sword before you.

- In the end, you could not erase the thought that this place might become your final grave as well, just like it was for the other challengers.

- But despite that, you decided to challenge it.

- (Combat begins when you draw the Demon Sword.)

“Nyaaaaah! It was an incredibly dangerous place, nyah!”

“It is.”

Well, since this was the 97th Floor of Mythic difficulty, it was practically a final boss.

It seemed like an opponent suited to that.

In truth, it was on a level where he could not even guess how strong it was.

“Then let’s pass on the 97th Floor and go to the 96th... No. Wait.”

Woo-jin stared at the final paragraph of the 97th Floor information.

To be precise, at the phrase, ‘Combat begins when you draw the Demon Sword.’

“This means it’s fine as long as I don’t touch the Demon Sword, right?”

It might be safer than he had thought.

Woo-jin stroked his chin and finished calculating in his head.

“Good. President Blackie. Open the door.”

“...You absolutely must not touch the Demon Sword, nyah! Promise me, nyah!”

“Of course.”

[Using the Administrator’s Key to open the Tower 97th Floor Administrator’s Door.]

Creeeak.

The door opened.

The scenery before his eyes brought a cemetery to mind at a glance.

The expression ‘Graveyard of Swords’ was no exaggeration.

Large and small swords were stuck in the ground, as if standing in place of someone’s corpse.

Above them, a dark night sky had settled, and a blue full moon shed eerie moonlight, dimly illuminating the entire graveyard.

In the silence without even wind.

It was as quiet as if time had stopped only in this place.

And at the highest point.

A single black sword stood upright, embedded in the dirt.

Woo-jin could instinctively tell that it was the ‘Demon Sword.’

“W-Woo-jin! I think we should go back after all, nyah! I’m scared, nyah!”

“As long as I don’t touch the Demon Sword, it’s fine, right?”

“Th-that is true, but nyah…….”

“There’s no way the Tower would give false information.”

The information given upon reaching each floor always told only the truth. When he thought back to his experience working as a Tower Management civil servant, he had never once heard of a floor’s information telling a lie.

Just in case, he checked with Blackie again.

It was exactly as Woo-jin knew.

Blackie nodded.

“Then it’s fine.”

Just in case, Woo-jin immediately used Concealment.

His body faded away.

Even when he used Concealment, from the caster’s perspective, his own body was still visible, so there was no chance his sense of direction or balance would become dizzy.

It was truly a broken skill.

‘This place is a total gold mine.’

At a rough glance, there seemed to be more than ten swords.

Woo-jin pulled out the nearest sword with a pop.

[Knight’s Longsword]

- Grade: C

- Effect

- Attack Power +15

- Strength +2

- Description: A standard longsword used by regular knights. It has no special ability, but it is well balanced and does not break easily, allowing it to display stable power in actual combat.

“Hmm.”

A C-Grade weapon.

This was quite good.

In Korea, a C-Grade weapon was classified among the highest tiers.

But did it not feel somewhat unsuited to Mythic difficulty?

He had thought A Grade would appear.

In any case, keep.

[Knight’s Longsword is being stored in the Subspace Backpack.]

.

.

.

Woo-jin farmed for about thirty minutes.

As a result, he managed to farm 13 swords.

Their Grades were as follows.

- S Grade: 1

- A Grade: 4

- B Grade: 6

- C Grade: 2

“Hehehe. Isn’t this a total jackpot?”

The S-Grade sword, especially.

This... Its options and performance were insane.

[Paladin Commander’s Sword]

- Grade: S

- Effect

- Attack Power +110

- Strength +30

- Stamina +50

- Attack Power +50% against targets that use ‘dark magic power’

- Description: A sword used by a Paladin Commander. It exerts even greater power against demons and grants its owner steadfast vitality.

Besides that, there were also A-Grade swords like the ‘Frost Wolf’s Sword’ and the ‘Imperial Knight Order’s Sword.’ Perhaps because they were A Grade, their options were extremely good too.

After securing the harvest, Woo-jin immediately left through the door and entered the Administrator Passage.

Blackie, who had been pacing nervously in place, let out a huge sigh of relief.

“I thought my heart was going to drop, nyah! But how much did you take, exactly, nyah?”

“I took everything. Except the Demon Sword.”

“...Nyah?”

“Look.”

When he showed the swords inside the Subspace Backpack, Blackie looked at him with eyes that seemed to ask, What kind of person is this?

“We’ve done our farming, so shall we head back for now?”

---

After returning to the 99th Floor, Woo-jin held the best weapon, the Paladin Commander’s Sword, and swung it through the air.

[You have learned Swordsmanship Lv. 1.]

“Ooh.”

“Are you perhaps going to fight monsters with that, nyah?”

“Come on. Am I crazy?”

That would truly be suicide.

Woo-jin had no intention of using these swords himself.

In other words, they would effectively become decorations…….

“Or I could sell them and exchange them for coins.”

If S-Grade or A-Grade items appeared in the Auction House?

The adventurers would surely come running with fire in their eyes.

At that moment, Woo-jin thought of Anonymous 3861.

The kind adventurer who had endlessly showered Woo-jin with coins and items.

“...Hmm.”

Woo-jin picked up one A-Grade sword.

It was called the Frost Wolf’s Sword, and it had an option that consumed Magic Power to freeze an enemy when attacking.

[Requesting a chat with Anonymous 3861.]

[Anonymous 3861 has accepted the chat.]

- Me: Hey.

- Me: Do you want to use this?

Woo-jin opened a Personal Trade window and placed the Frost Wolf’s Sword inside.