Juhyeok and the summoned beings were resting comfortably on the 9th floor of the White Tower.
Even after hearing the message that Kabalon's curse had ended with the conquest of the 70th floor.
How free-contract monsters defend the tower.
First, they just wait.
Whether they are inside the tower, or on the 9th floor of the White Tower.
As long as they don't go out into the real world—that is, outside—it doesn't matter.
Then, eventually, a message appears.
It says it's time to work and tells you to clock in.
[The player has entered the 71st floor of the Black Tower.]
[A mission for the 71st floor has been generated.]
[Defend against the player's mission completion, or bestow death upon the player.]
And then—
[For smooth defense, you must immediately move to the 71st floor.]
[If you do not move within 30 seconds, your status as floor administrator will be revoked, and the player will be considered to have successfully conquered the tower.]
[Would you like to move now?]
"Hoe!"
Taeng! Panggeureureu.
Spot!
Rajiks vanished with a flashy midair somersault acrobatic flourish.
That was that.
The administrator of the 71st floor was none other than Rajiks.
Honestly, he wanted to spin the roulette again.
No matter how hard it was to kill him, what kind of tower monster is a laborer?
How was harmless and adorable Rajiks supposed to deal with players?
'I should've failed him in the second interview.'
But he had already publicly declared there would be no reversals, so the decision stood.
Would he really be able to hold the 71st floor?
It might be more comfortable for everyone if he just died early and got unsummoned.
Dr. El, the greatest magitech engineer, had built Rajiks the top version of a magic-powered recoilless gun, operating with top-grade magic stones.
"Don't worry. It might all end at Rajiks. A nightmare for us, but."
Is that so?
"This girl thinks the same. Who, indeed, could withstand the power of infinite subspace?"
That's right.
Though it's a one-time-use recoilless gun that can't be reused without maintenance after firing once.
Rajiks currently possessed hundreds of magic-powered recoilless guns.
And thousands of rounds of ammunition as well.
Juhyeok entered the control room with the summoned beings and watched Rajiks's defense battle via hologram.
Overwhelming firepower.
Toward the player who stood dumbfounded even after seeing Rajiks, a large-caliber shell enchanted with top-grade magic stones was fired.
Boom!
The end.
And after that.
Whiriririt! He even spun the recoilless gun once in midair before holstering it.
After carrying out the defense flawlessly—
Spot!
Rajiks appeared in the control room.
"Kyah! I'm a lawless outlaw of the wasteland. A cold-blooded cowboy with no pity or mercy, ain't I?"
"Hueee …."
"How gallant."
"Hoe?"
"Truly, you are the interdimensional great gunslinger Rajiks."
"Hoaaht!"
At the repeated praise—taeng! panggeureureu—he did a somersault and landed.
Then, puffing out his chest, he confidently placed both hands on his hips.
Juhyeok was slightly surprised.
Ahhh.
The two-faced Rajiks.
Cruel beyond measure to enemies, yet endlessly adorable to allies—an interdimensional farmhand, interdimensional monster, interdimensional explosive demon, interdimensional gunslinger.
Suddenly!
He tilted his head.
"Hoeng?"
Spot!
He vanished again.
It seemed someone else had entered the 71st floor.
"This is bad."
Kosak said with a grave expression.
"Yes, me too."
It was far too harsh a mission for Rajiks.
Every time a player entered, he had to clock in without rest.
And stronger players might come one after another.
If things went wrong—
"What if the Earth No. 1 players can't kill Rajiks?"
"That's what I'm worried about too. Will my turn ever come …."
"Supply Commander, you're too strong. You haven't even shown 10% of your power yet."
"How can you not even catch a single laborer?"
"Haa, I'm confident I'd do well if you let me try."
"Rather, the interdimensional farmhand is a fairly ordinary floor. Think about the 72nd floor administrator."
"Ah …."
"That's true."
"My turn's never coming anyway."
"Fuck!"
Hmm.
So that's what they're worried about.
They're afraid they won't get to go out.
It's a valid concern.
Earth No. 1 players who can't even get past Rajiks.
The second defense hologram appeared in the control room.
The player who had just entered was dead as well.
Just like before, standing there like a clueless idiot before being hit by a guided shell from a magic-powered recoilless gun.
"Seriously! How do you not dodge that?"
"Get your head together. It's frustrating me to death."
"Do they not even have shields?"
"They should've blinked around and forced close combat."
The summoned beings were no longer cheering for Rajiks.
Terrible people.
Kohen Yamazaki was dumbfounded.
The second player hadn't come back out either.
"W-what?"
They had definitely died inside the tower.
In that case, they couldn't even recover the bodies.
They were first-rank citizen players.
Fully geared, and they had even completed the 70th floor, possessing 71-level magic power and skills.
And they died?
Without even knowing what was on the 71st floor?
Information was needed first.
It was clearly not a Giant Mountain Bear subjugation mission.
They had to find out what kind of free-contract monster guarded the 71st floor.
"Who's next to enter?"
"I-it's me."
"Do you have shield skills and movement speed skills?"
"Yes."
Then—
"Put this on."
"… A body cam?"
"Yeah. We need to see what the mission actually is."
"Ah! Yes, yes."
An item empowered by divine authority.
It was a real-time video transmission body cam created for this Black Tower reclamation.
The Black Tower itself is also a transmission device.
It sends dimensional energy to storage.
Therefore, the tower emits a specific frequency.
Using that, a body cam can convert events inside the tower into video and transmit them in real time.
There had been no need to use it before.
They already knew what would appear.
But now, it was necessary.
Two players had died inside the tower without even knowing why.
They had to find out the cause of death.
"Information comes first. Don't try to clear it—stay defensive."
"Understood."
"And enter Tower No. 2, not Tower No. 1."
Spot!
A player entered the 71st floor of Terra's Black Tower No. 2.
At the same time, the footage began to play.
People gasped in surprise.
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
"T-that is…?"
"What is it?"
"What kind of tower monster is that…?"
It was a tiny hamster beastkin.
The moment it spotted the player, it pulled out a petite recoilless gun.
Pajujuk!
It fired immediately.
Jiiing! Jiiing! Jiiing!
Multiple layers of shields stacked on top of one another, but—
Kwakwakwakwang!
The terrifying explosive force sent the player flying.
The emptied recoilless gun vanished, replaced by a freshly reloaded one.
It fired again.
Pajujuk!
The player counterattacked.
Dodging the guided shell, he hurled magic bombs at the beastkin.
But when the beastkin stretched its hand toward the bombs—
Sseut, sseut, ssesseusseut!
The magic bombs vanished in midair.
In the end, he had no choice but to flee.
Whiriririt!
Throwing a few more bombs, the player ran frantically toward a safe zone.
"Th-this, mission re—
Kwahwang!
And the footage ended.
...
Three consecutive deaths.
At least now they knew the cause of death.
"It's a magitech item."
"Yes. The explosive power was enormous. I-it was several times stronger than the magic bombs we were issued…."
Of course.
That level of firepower would require high-grade—no, top-grade—magic stones.
But even more shocking than that—
That thing was the 71st floor free-contract monster.
It was obvious.
That beastkin was a summoned being of the summoner from Earth No. 1001.
It violated the rules.
It was practically an exploit.
Which was why it was extremely costly.
Twisting established causality required consuming massive amounts of dimensional energy.
'… That fucking bastard!'
Kohen realized it.
The summoner from Earth No. 1001 was pouring all the dimensional energy mined here into abnormal tower operations.
'… This is insane.'
Still, there was some relief.
Now that they knew the cause, they could devise countermeasures.
The biggest mistake was complacency.
They must have been fooled by appearances.
Who would ever imagine that such a harmless-looking creature was that dangerous?
"For now, we suspend upper-floor climbing today."
"T-then when do we resume?"
"After we find a way to neutralize those recoilless gun shells, we go up again."
Kohen contacted the corporation's research institute.
In the end, it was item power.
Items could be overcome with items.
Their technical capabilities were more than sufficient.
One more thing.
They needed trait-enhancement runes.
At first, he thought they weren't necessary—but not anymore.
As many as possible.
If the gods exist, they would provide them.
Spot!
Rajiks returned to the control room.
"Hey, our interdimensional farmhand, are you okay? You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"
"Hoeee."
Seems like he wasn't.
Every time he vanished to defend a tower floor, everyone worried themselves sick.
"Why didn't you deploy the golem? What are you saving it for? Make sure you bring it out next time."
"Hoe!"
"That's a promise, right?"
"Hueee …"
Sseut!
Rajiks pulled something out of his subspace bag and showed it to El.
It looked like an oval rugby ball.
Smaller than that, though.
The body was made of metal.
What was it?
"Ah!"
Seen through the hologram.
The item the player had thrown.
Rajiks had been stuffing them into subspace one by one.
"It's a magic bomb. A proximity fuse type."
Huh?
Isn't it going to explode here?
"Rest assured. It's been deactivated."
Phew.
That startled me.
El examined the magic bomb Rajiks brought, turning it this way and that.
"It's made with ordinary magic stones. The explosive power seems considerable."
But why bring this?
"Hoe, hueee, make …"
"Uh, you want me to make them?"
"Hoeng!"
Rajiks flapped his short arms as he answered.
He wanted lots and lots of them made.
Did the instincts of the interdimensional explosive demon kick in?
Well!
Since he can't use nukes, he probably wants to blow things up with this instead.
El nodded in understanding.
"Yes, interdimensional farmhand. I'll make them the same… no, stronger. Using top-grade magic stones. But it will take some time."
"Hohaek!"
"Nukes? Hmm, they won't match nuclear explosive power, but if there are enough, it'll be similar."
Whoa!
If he defends the 71st floor carrying even top-grade magic bombs—
"No way! Don't make them! At this rate we'll just be sucking our thumbs!"
"Hueeek!"
"Too greedy. Are you planning to hog everything?"
"Hoe!"
"Not a chance."
It really will end at Rajiks.
Ahhh!
The demon of the 71st floor.
Our Razicmon is slowly being tainted by corruption.
My worries are piling up like mountains.
The next day.
Earth No. 1, first-rank players gathered in the tower climbing waiting room for another attempt at the 71st floor.
It had to end quickly.
So the player was chosen with great care.
Only one successful clear was needed.
After that, a weaker monster would replace the 71st floor guardian.
For example, if you kill a dragon, dragon soldiers appear instead.
"Jaeger Walsh."
"Yes, Chairman."
"Can you do it?"
"I'll skin that beastkin."
Kohen nodded.
He wasn't entirely convinced, but Jaeger was a ranged-type with fast movement-speed skills.
A suitable candidate to test whether their countermeasures worked.
Even if he was first-rank, he was still a company employee.
"If you succeed, I'll guarantee you an executive position at the corporation."
"Th-thank you very much."
Then he addressed the other players.
"Not just Jaeger. From the 71st floor onward, anyone who succeeds in conquering an uncleared upper floor will be promised an executive position."
A corporate executive.
The eyes of the first-rank players gleamed.
Are all first-rank citizens equal?
Not a chance.
Even within the same rank, power is subdivided.
First-rank company employees, first-rank high officials, first-rank celebrities, first-rank scholars, first-rank building owners, first-rank unemployed.
Among them, which position holds the most power?
It goes without saying.
Corporate executive.
A status that even high-ranking officials of the Terra Empire government bow their heads flat before.
They're even granted audiences with a god.
An omnipotent god who answers all questions.
That was why Jaeger Walsh was convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
In the past, he had been a third-rank Black Tower administrator from Earth No. 442.
Jaeger had slaughtered all seven billion humans of Earth No. 442.
He successfully collapsed the tower and completely mined all of Earth No. 442's dimensional energy.
From the perspective of Earth No. 442's humanity, he would be no different from a demon.
But at headquarters, he was an outstanding employee.
For those merits, he was granted a first-rank body.
In addition, he was promoted to production team leader at the Black Union Corporation headquarters with tens of millions of stonic,
and finally achieved a complete turnaround in life.
Jaeger had only relatively recently risen to first rank.
But if he earned merit this time and became an executive?
He would instantly become a top-tier citizen even among first-rankers.
…..
"I'll be going."
Spot!
[Entering Terra Black Tower (No. 3), 71st floor.]
Jaeger entered Tower No. 3.
Because he belonged to Elite Team 3.
What does the tower number matter?
No matter which tower he entered, he'd meet the beastkin.
Kill it, and it's over.
Life really is full of surprises.
Back then, as an administrator, he'd agonized over how to collapse towers efficiently.
Now he was a player trying to prevent a tower's collapse.
Receiving the mission,
he advanced slowly.
"Hoe?"
Interdimensional farmhand Rajiks appeared.
He must not be fooled by that innocent look.
Pabat!
While widening the distance backward, Jaeger aimed his item—a rapid-fire accuracy crossbow.
At the same time—
Sseut!
Rajiks also leveled his recoilless gun.
Tsipipit!
Pajujuk!
They fired almost simultaneously.
Whiit!
Jaeger moved using an evasion skill.
Tsupapapapapat!
And flames burst upward behind him.
Magic flare chaff.
An item that neutralizes guided magic rounds.
The top-grade magic-stone–enchanted shell Rajiks fired changed direction and struck the magic flare chaff.
Kwajang!
A brilliant explosion bloomed in midair.
'Got it!'
Jaeger smiled triumphantly.
Now the guided magic shells were neutralized.
Tsipipipipit!
Jaeger's rapid-fire crossbow bolts poured out nonstop.
"Hueeeee!"
Taeng! Panggeureureu.
Rajiks dodged with a somersault.
The tide had turned.
Soon, he'd kill it.
Jaeger pressed the attack relentlessly.
Tsipipit! Tsupit! Pipipipit!
Occasionally throwing magic bombs as well.
Kwakwang!
But—
Taeng! Panggeureureu.
The creature swiftly escaped the blast radius.
"Damn it!"
It dodged too well.
Almost infuriatingly so.
But Jaeger wasn't worried.
Once it ran out of stamina, it would be helpless.
"Die, you rat bastard!!!"
Tsipipipipipit!
The barrage of crossbow bolts continued endlessly.
In truth, Rajiks was enjoying himself.
Dodging arrows was fun.
Taeng! Panggeureureu, somersaults.
Movement skills honed through daily labor.
When cleaning—taeng! panggeureureu.
When gathering materials—taeng! panggeureureu.
When organizing storage—taeng! panggeureureu.
When the summoner called—taeng! panggeureureu.
Taeng! wasn't the sound of bouncing off the ground.
It was the sound made when changing direction midair.
The ultimate movement—combining both speed and evasion.
In the midst of it all, a thought crossed Rajiks's mind.
Oh right.
The summoner told me to use the golem.
There was no real need to bring it out, but—
since it was an order.
Sseut!
At some point, a massive golem stood on the 71st floor.
Jaeger stared in horror.
"Huh!"
Sseut, sseut!
Two. Three.
Sseut, sseut!
Four. Five.
'T-that is?'
A total of five golems.
They were Mechanic Goliath combat golems, meant to be fought on the 75th floor.
"Hueeek!"
Then it happened.
Swoong, swoong, swoong, swoong ...
The golems began to split.
"M-madness!"
They were multiplying rapidly.
The entire 71st floor was being covered in golems.
Swoong, swoong, swoong, swoong ...
Golems everywhere.
There was no escape.
"M-my god!"
And then—
Jiiiiing!
The golems' eyes glowed red.
"N-no!!!"
Jijijijik!
Destruction beams fired.
Ping!
Jaeger vanished.
Nothing remained.
A thunderous roar erupted.
"Hoaaaah!"
Next.
And Kohen Yamazaki, who had been watching it all in real time, was horrified.
"W-why is that thing there?"
That's a Mechanic Goliath combat golem.
A 75th-floor monster.
Fine.
Let's say that's acceptable.
But splitting?
Five had multiplied into over two hundred units in an instant.
"Uh… ugh… ah, th-this…."
It made no sense.
Even though it was real-time footage, he suspected manipulation.
It was inevitable.
A method that multiplies numbers through division to create an army.
As far as Kohen knew, there was only one being capable of that.
"That… that's an archangel?"
Impossible.
How could a god's unique authority be here?
Kohen's mind went completely blank.
The confidence he'd had at the start was nowhere to be found.
Just what kind of monster was the summoner from Earth No. 1001?
Could it be… a god?
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