Stuck in The Tower

Episode 669:

The silence that came after the bell of the fairy clock tower rang.

Unlike industrial areas where most workers were present, there was no uproar when tax payment time came.

If it had been a slum or some place like that, we would have had a small party to say we passed safely.

Since people here never have to pay taxes, they probably aren’t impressed.

Of course, the beggars in front of me are an exception.

“I lived!”

“It was really dangerous this time, but your life is quite long, isn’t it?”

“I should live longer than you, kid.”

[Tax payment has been completed.]

A halo of light appears along with the system’s declaration.

It doesn’t matter because I have money saved up in advance.

There is no problem because the beggars around me also have money from me.

Beggars outside?

“Whew! Fortunately, I delivered it well!”

Seeing Fahiru’s glance and seeing the guy who had left with the bundle come back, it looks like the tax payment went well this time.

I also had business with Fahiru and had no ill feelings toward them, so I left him alone.

If you put pressure on him, the chances of him doing something unexpected will only increase.

If he has shown this much consideration, it is time for him to respond.

“What is the answer?”

“That’s me.”

A guy who opens his mouth while paying attention.

Residents of the wealthy village, including the security guard, focus on him.

As if he had made a decision, he fell flat on his back and shouted.

“oh my. Confucius! “How dare you do that!”

The guy crawling on my knees clings to my leg.

I wondered if it was a surprise attack, but it wasn’t.

“You have already given me this much grace, so how can I receive it again? “We also have something called shame!”

It was a struggle to somehow get out of this situation.

He was a professional beggar himself, shouting with tears in his face with a grimy, skinny face.

Of course, I’m not one to fall for something like that.

“Tell me specifically.”

“Even beggars can repay kindness. “I want to repay you!”

her.

I let out a small laugh.

I gave him two options.

Either reject or accept the offer.

At first glance, suggesting a choice may seem like giving freedom of choice.

‘It’s like narrowing down your options to two.’

I know that too.

So, while climbing, I ignored the numerous options I was given and acted in my own way.

As a result, in the selection section of the 40th floor, wasn’t he considered a ‘pioneer of a new path’?

That’s what he was aiming for.

How to avoid being glared at by people who don’t listen to my suggestions.

‘I received a favor, so I repay it.’

Who can say anything about this?

Getting a job?

I appeal that I am not shameless enough to want such a thing.

At the same time, beggars know how to repay favors, so there is no need for people to criticize them.

Actually, if you think about it, the answer has nothing to do with my question.

What I asked was, if there was a way to make a living in the future, would you do it?

Returning a favor was a different story.

“But you still have a conscience.”

“Things went wrong and I ended up on the street, but I’m not a ungrateful beast, right?”

“I see beggars saying things like that throughout their lives.”

Where does the world go only by logic?

No matter what my intention was, as long as it made the viewer happy, that was enough.

This is it.

It feels weird to be doing the same things I normally do.

No matter what you say here, it’s sure to look strange.

okay.

I admit I took a hit here.

However, I have no intention of just being defeated, so I must seize the opportunity to counterattack.

“How do you repay the favor?”

My question was natural.

What can you do for me?

“Beggars have their own sources of information. There are also things that can be helpful to your benefactor. “Keuhum!”

A guy who makes a gesture that says it’s a bit too much to say here.

I didn’t know they would make a deal based on information.

What should I do?

If it’s just to avoid a situation, you can just wipe your mouth.

Then what? Shouldn’t I just listen to it right here?

“Tell me what it is like.”

“Do you have a lot of eyes to see?”

“You have to figure it out on your own, right? Write down if necessary.”

He took out a notebook and pen from his pocket.

He nodded as if he wasn’t so shameless as to say he didn’t know how to read.

“Let’s get a bar.”

After seeing the information he wrote down, I nodded.

It’s a shame we couldn’t trap him right away.

“This.”

This kind of information is not a loss.

Because it’s something I can’t tell you if it isn’t for this guy.

The guy sneaks up next to me and mutters.

“Are you satisfied with this this time?”

Satisfaction.

“How can I believe this?”

“I will put my name on it.”

“If it’s him.”

“King of all worshipers.”

Then things will be different.

A platinum-level guy wouldn’t sell it on his own.

This alone is not a loss-making business.

“Let me ask you one more question.”

There’s one thing I’m really curious about.

“Why are you doing this for those guys?”

Being sold on the bloody altar for beggars.

Begging while being beaten to earn money instead of paying taxes.

According to the information Garti gave me, this guy is very affectionate.

Not to other guys, but to beggars?

I really didn’t understand this part.

In a way, it’s pure curiosity.

The guy closed his mouth for a moment and then quickly mumbled.

“…Those who can’t have anything can’t have much.”

What bullshit.

I didn’t understand it, but I moved on.

I didn’t think I would get a proper answer if I asked again.

Tuk-tuk. I tapped the guy’s head with my palm.

“You are a beggar who knows grace. “It’s not a good deed I did with the expectation of repayment, but I’ll accept it especially out of consideration for your reputation.”

“Nothing to say.”

Kugit.

The guy with the crumpled face grits his teeth.

If you keep crumpling your already ugly face, the wrinkles will only increase.

Since it’s not my face, let’s use it however we want.

‘After meeting Nyangpun, we have more things to talk about.’

I already had something to talk about in a safe place, so it worked out well.

Now that we’re talking, let’s open this too.

I remembered the items in my inventory.

There is a box received from Ophelia before going to the 95th floor.

Did you say it would be helpful in getting to the 100th floor?

I thought about it for a while, but put it off until later.

There must be a reason why Ophelia asked to open it on the 96th floor.

I could open it on the next floor, but there was no need to take the risk.

“I had a great time meeting you.”

I spoke to Fahiru.

I plan to end my meeting with this guy here.

“See you next time.”

“Yeh yeh. “It’s okay.”

Fahiru probably knows too.

You have no choice but to run into me again.

Whether he or I come looking for it, someone will be looking for it.

-Bruise.

I took a step back without any hesitation.

“This is a rare and heartwarming sight.”

“Oh ho ho. “It warms my heart.”

“Even though their status is different, they are doing their duty as human beings. “It’s precious.”

The people watching were laughing and whistling, wondering what was so good about it.

Do they know?

Just now, two people who could push this wealthy village aside stabbed each other.

In some cases, I survived moments when everything could have been shattered.

That’s it.

‘Is that kid too confused?’

I gently turned my numb shoulder.

I was only nearby for a moment, but it felt like something sticky was stuck to my whole body.

I scratched my neck feeling uncomfortable about not being able to catch it and headed towards where Nyangfun was.

* * *

“The ruler of the 95th floor was a real beggar. “I just came to see you for a moment.”

“Wow. Is that so?”

As soon as I met Nyangpun, I told him what happened.

The fact that the guy who came out with a light heart was so shocked was a bonus.

“You didn’t cause an accident, right? “Say no, you bastard!”

“Ah, why do you think I’m going to cause an accident!”

“I have one or two records!”

The guy suddenly grabs me by the collar and shakes me.

Did I cause that many accidents?

Although I had a moment of self-objectification.

“It’s okay to overdo it.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

There were times when I did something big, but it was all necessary.

The results were all good, and even if I were to do what I’ve done so far, I think I would take similar steps.

Nyangfun clenched her fingernails in frustration at that sight, but there was nothing she could do.

‘How to make friends well.’

You’re already in the same boat as me, so what can you do?

Just have to accept it.

“Haha. “But I’m glad we didn’t have a major accident this time.”

The guy, slumped over on the sofa like laundry on a line, looks at me with fresh eyes.

“So what are you going to do? “It’s not like we’re leaving a cultist named Pahiru alone.”

“You can’t just watch.”

Because worshipers are the climbers’ enemies.

At the same time, the guy I encountered this time was no ordinary guy.

A person who deals with the system and has a very high status within the cult.

In addition to that.

“Stop lying around and come to work.”

“Why? I’m on holiday today. “I can’t rest because of you.”

The guy who uses his flexible body to become one with the sofa is waving his hands, saying it’s annoying.

If it had a tail, it wouldn’t have thumped the sofa.

People say that I was consumed by the concept, but I am not in a position to say anything.

Are you a cat or something?

I think I’ll have to resort to bad words sooner or later.

“Did you know that when the end of the world is determined by the system, survivors are given a choice?”

“ah. “You have to choose between becoming that NPC or staying in the ruined world?”

Nyangfun probably knows too.

The twisted forest I experienced after ascending to the upper level.

Because I saw it there too.

A one-time opportunity given in a destroyed world.

Will I continue to live in this destroyed world, or will I continue my life in the tower?

Among them, some of those who decide to become NPCs become worshipers.

I had a question here.

“At first, I thought you became a worshiper after becoming an NPC? In fact, there were cases like that.”

“Before it was destroyed, the worshipers didn’t even attack it.”

“There was that too.”

How are worshipers created?

There are cases where worshipers among the survivors of a destroyed world continually tempt you, or because you live as an NPC, you become stained with the cult and become attached to it.

At least that’s what I thought until now.

“This is a message from a Platinum-level guy.”

That wasn’t all.

-The one who calls the survivors of the destroyed world is Bedrock Vaaluze, the king of worshipers.

King of worshipers.

It was clear what this meant.

Diamond level.

The pinnacle of all worshipers somewhere in the 90s.

I knew he wasn’t an ordinary guy, though.

“Is this for real?”

“maybe.”

This is something that exceeds expectations.

Bringing in survivors who want to become NPCs.

That is the role given to the king of worshipers.

‘The system is responsible for some of the work that needs to be done.’

The guy on the 95th floor manages the tower’s production factory, and the boss manages NPC recruitment.

You might be picking out admirers in the process.

“If this goes on, it seems like there is some kind of relationship between the so-called cults and the system.”

Nyangfun frowns and thinks for a moment.

Was it a shocking story for him too?

I also have a lot to think about.

‘No matter what, I don’t think the system would have given that much authority.’

It is too large a role to be left to an NPC.

The same applies even if you pay the system separately.

Those who have climbed to the 99th floor are treated well by the system.

Just looking at Framberg, it’s like a city from that world.

Well, it was possible because fragments of chaos were involved.

What on earth is the king of worship doing?

As the thoughts continued, Nyangpun opened his mouth.

“It was interesting, but it wasn’t very important information, right?”

“hmm?”

“Rather than hanging on to something you don’t know what it is, you should look at something certain.”

Nyangfun raises his finger.

“That guy named Fahiru knows the King of Worshipers well.”

I don’t know anything else, but this is certain.

“If you beat him up, you’ll know more about him.”

“It’s a good idea to dig up information in advance about the guy you’re going to fight with anyway.”

“That’s right.”

The idea is to focus on areas where you can gain practical benefit rather than on things that don’t come up even if you think about it.

It was a merchant’s way of thinking.

“That’s correct. “You have to take care of what is beneficial first.”

I was also a merchant.

I think there will be more to extract while catching Pahiru.

That’s it.

-smart.

“Can I go inside Nyangfun?”

“Oh. “I’m here.”

“That’s fast.”

I put the note in when I heard a knock.

Nyangpun also stands up as if he had been lying down for some time.

“Come in!”

“Hehe. Of course. “Didn’t I make you wait?”

“Not really. Nice to meet you, little fairy.”

He extended his hand to the woman who came inside.

Jiri-ri fairy.

A woman who is the leader of the fairy club.

at the same time.

‘A monster that is considered the most powerful even within the Fairy Club.’

He might be the strongest climber I’ve ever met.

I held out my hand towards the fairy.

The eyes of a fairy fairy drawing an arc.

Her eyes slowly opened as she held my hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

[The eyes of the SSS-level power Punisher face you.]

[The eyes watching the SSS-level power star wink happily.]

Her and my power faced each other.