I’m Alone on the 100th Floor Episode 12
4. Capital of the Tower (2)
“???concubine.”
Surin unconsciously let out a ‘Huh!’ sound and swallowed her breath at the sight of the sight that was different from the one she had seen when dealing with the pursuer.
“This crazy bastard!” As the rich man with the hot iron plate turned over and started to thrash around, making a ‘pretty aaaaak!’ sound, the three escort climbers who had been standing there blankly finally hurriedly took out their weapons.
[Level 50]
[Level 51]
[Level 49]
The reason the climbers who were expected to do one strand were slow to react was because of Eugene’s level.
‘How dare a level 10 do something like this?!’
This was because no one would have expected that a mere level 10 person would cause such a commotion in the most expensive restaurant on the 10th floor.
‘it’s crazy.’
Serin, who had vaguely known Eugene’s true identity, was also holding her breath and screaming inwardly, so the reaction of the escort climber who was seeing him for the first time was somewhat natural.
‘This is crazy! This is crazy! I was expecting mediation, but this wasn’t it!’
You’re going to tip over a plate of iron over the head of a man who appears to be from the upper class of the tower just because he spilled his own soup?
“Ah! My head! My head aaaaah!”
The middle-aged man’s face, which had been sizzling on the iron plate, had now turned red like an octopus.
“Get that hand away… …
The faces of the climbers who tried to stop Eugene before the employee’s head became bald were crumpled.
“Huh?!”
The climbers who had been holding their stomachs suddenly fell sideways. Whether it was Eugene’s doing or not, their eyes had already opened and they were passed out.
“Ugh, squeak! Let go!”
A middle-aged wealthy man who was dying of excitement felt from the heat of the temple took off one of the gold necklaces hanging from his neck and swung it around like a whip.
???slap!!
A murderous sound was heard, perhaps a weapon disguised as a necklace, but the iron plate covering his crown still did not stop making a ‘chiik!’ sound.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Eugene, who was spinning the iron plate in his hand, got irritated once more as he continued to scream but received no answer.
“There’s no apology either.”
Then, Eugene took the iron plate from his hand, slightly tilted his upper body back, and lifted his legs.
???Bam! A heavy kicking sound was heard, followed immediately by the ‘clang!’ sound of glass breaking.
When the body of the wealthy man, round like a soccer ball, broke through the glass window of the restaurant and bounced out, Eugene’s expression finally relaxed as if her mind had been relieved.
“omg!”
Serin, who had been looking at him, made eye contact with Eugene and averted her gaze, letting out a ‘Huk!’
“Uhm, Eugene, who realized what he had done too late, looked back at the employee who was standing there with his mouth wide open.
It was the employee who had just been verbally abused by a wealthy customer, calling him a slave.
The employee just stared at the broken glass window from his kick, unable to speak easily.
“That old man did it first.”
Eugene, who couldn’t wait any longer, bowed his head first.
Was it because of the commotion just now? The owner of the restaurant was personally serving the food that Eugene had ordered.
“Hey, the price of glass is… …
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay with you when we leave.” “Oh, thank you.”
As the restaurant owner sighed in relief, Eugene, who was watching the food being brought to the table, asked a question he was curious about.
“You were talking about slaves earlier, that employee… is he a slave?”
Eugene, remembering the tattoo on the back of the employee’s hand, tapped the back of his hand and asked, and the boss nodded.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Serin, who was watching the other employees milling around in response to the boss’s answer, asked in a mumbled voice.
“Aside from the person you mentioned earlier, I see you have slaves, don’t you?” “Oh, yes.” The boss nodded and explained why he uses slaves as employees.
“I guess it’s because it’s so hard. Rather than being a meat shield or a plaything for the rankers on the upper floors, wouldn’t it be better to work part-time at a restaurant and live like a civilian?”
I wondered why the most expensive restaurant on the 10th floor used slaves as employees, but there was a reason for it.
“I was a slave too.”
The president’s neck, which showed through his rolled-up collar, had a black stain on it.
“Not now, but… … The president added bitterly, pulling on his collar again to hide the traces.
“I don’t tell my customers, but this store is for civilians and slaves. The prices of the food are high, so it doesn’t seem like a store for them, but I had to do it to save other slaves.”
This was because it took that much gold to rescue slaves.
“Oh, yes. That’s good work.”
Eugene, who had responded appropriately to the boss’s explanation, slurped the soup while holding the plate of soup.
“Normally, I would have you cover up your tattoo with something like gloves or a scarf while you work, but since you’ve only been here for a short time, I forgot and that’s why this happened??????
The president stopped talking when he saw Eugene pretending not to listen.
“Excuse me, are you listening?”
“Ugh, slurp, slurp… Hmm? This is delicious?”
The boss asked, but Eugene, who was engrossed in eating, couldn’t answer.
“Is that person okay just now?”
Serin, who had brought up the topic instead of Eugene, asked about the well-being of the employee who had spilled the soup.
“Oh, it’s okay. I got burned, but… it was something that could be taken care of with the priest’s skills. I guess I’ll have to rest today though.”
“thank god.”
“Thank you for your concern. And this is for the service you gave me earlier.” “Oh, thank you.” As Serin expressed her gratitude for finding a plate of snacks that weren’t on the menu, the manager cautiously asked for a favor.
“I know it may be a bit presumptuous of me to ask, but could you keep what I just told you a secret?”
As it was the most expensive restaurant on the 10th floor, it was clear that if this story became known, sales would drop significantly.
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“There are still many civilians in the tower who have been forced into slavery… so we can’t close down the business yet.”
Serin nodded at the president’s request and said she would try to cooperate as much as possible.
“Well then, have a good time.”
As the president stepped aside, Serin let out a short sigh and looked at Eugene, who was munching food into his mouth.
“How are you going to handle the aftermath?”
“Aftercare?”
“That old man earlier, he’s a fairly famous person, to the point that he’s been mentioned several times on the bulletin board. He’s part of the so-called upper class. There’s definitely going to be a tail attached to him… …
Eugene, who had swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Serin, who was trailing off, and asked her in return.
“Why do you and I worry about that?”
As Serin tilted her head, Eugene added.
“That’s something that unprepared people do.”
Eugene muttered softly, then slowly lifted the fork he was holding in his right hand and struck his left hand with it with all his might.
??Whuh! Serin, who had closed her eyes tightly without realizing it due to the movement of the fork, slowly opened her eyes. ‘What is this?’
Eugene’s expression, as he slammed the fork into the back of his hand, was relaxed, as if he was suffering from anorexia.
‘No bleeding?’
I couldn’t believe that the fork had stabbed my wrist so deeply that not a single drop of blood came out.
“Are you really heartless?”
“No, even if I talk to him, he definitely… …
Eugene, who had his face crumpled at Serin’s reaction, mentioned one of his own characteristics.
[Characteristic: Swallow Bleeding]
[Transcendent trait]
[Ignores all status effects and damage caused by bleeding.]
It was thanks to the trait forged at the top level, similar to swallowing poison.
“Bleeding immunity?”
“Yeah. It’s just a trait. But what? No blood or tears? Haa, maybe I was a little hurt… sob sob!”
Seorin, who had been staring blankly at Eugene, who was pretending to cry and sobbing, asked.
“Did you get that trait in the same way as the poison immunity trait? Like, by self-harming?”
Eugene, who had been shaking his shoulders as if he was crying at Serin’s question, froze.
That was correct.
“Ahem, okay! Anyway!”
Eugene, who had skipped the answer, took out the fork he had stuck in the back of his hand, put it in his mouth, and smiled faintly.
“The important thing is that I am prepared.”
Eugene muttered softly, clicking the fork up and down with his front teeth.
“You said you were going to take care of the aftermath, right? If you want to get revenge for being kicked by me, come here. I wonder what will happen to you, too.”
The sight of him muttering confidently while holding a fork in his mouth was indeed the demon summoned from the ‘Worst Summoning Book’.
“As expected, the reason I came out earlier was because I had nothing to eat… …
As Serin avoided Eugene’s gaze and whispered, Eugene took the fork out of his mouth and whispered faintly.
“I just thought of my grandmother… …
“yes?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
Eugene shook his head and smiled bitterly as he thought about the time he was outside the tower.
Suddenly, I remembered the past when my grandmother, who raised me in place of my parents, was verbally abused by a customer while she was working part-time.
‘Community’, one of the windows that could be used as a blessing from the top, contained several important functions other than the bulletin board.
One of them was ‘Guild’.
It was a feature not much different from the game’s, which helped like-minded climbers band together and perform as a group on the top.
〈???Did you find it?〉
If you were to pick the best guild among those created, ‘Black Rose’ would also be one of the top five.
Black Rose, one of the three guilds known as the so-called Tower Guilds, was currently focused on finding the traitor.
〈16th floor, none〉
〈15th floor, none〉
〈There is no 14th floor either.〉
〈They are like incompetent kids… … .>
A full day had passed since the executive’s body was discovered on the 17th floor.
It was absurd that a corpse with its neck broken and incontinent was all that had been found so far.
〈A black magician without any equipment. You can’t even catch him or find any trace of him? Did I ask you to do something that difficult?〉
<… … .>
<… … .> The leader of Black Rose asked the executives a question, but instead of an answer, there was only silence.
“I’ll give you one more day. If you delay any longer, everyone will think you’re a fool.”
A man stood up from his seat, truly enraged at the incompetent behavior that was unbecoming of a guild of the times.
〈I’m going to the 10th floor. I’ll go up from the bottom, so you’d better find that bitch before I find her.〉
The black magician once known as the ‘Black Princess’ of Black Rose was the climber they were looking for.
A brutal murderer named Han Seo-rin who not only betrayed the guild, but also killed her own parents with her own hands.
‘There’s no way he could’ve cleared the 15.5th floor by himself… If he had, he would’ve gotten help from another guild, but I haven’t heard any stories about that yet.’
The leader of Black Rose, Jang Min, took out the ’10th Floor Movement Scroll’ from his inventory.
“Hanserin… …
Jang Min, who remembered the girl who left an indelible scar on his face, gritted his teeth and tore the scroll he was holding in his hand.
[Current floor: 40th floor]
In Black Rose’s hideout, a torn scroll flashed like a flash grenade.
