I’m Alone on the 100th Floor Episode 14
4. Capital of the Tower (4)
“what?”
At the remark of number 6()1, number 588, who was standing next to him, tilted his head with an expression like, ‘Is there such a crazy kid?’
“What? Why aren’t you proceeding?”
Eugene frowned and muttered, not caring about the gazes pouring down on him.
“Uh huh… 1 million… 1 million came out.”
As the auctioneer continued speaking with a bewildered expression, the surroundings, which had been quiet, began to become increasingly noisy.
“What? 1 million?”
“Isn’t that bullshit?”
More than anything else, the level displayed above the head of number 6()1 was the most noticeable.
“You’re level 10?”
“What is that?”
“Isn’t that ridiculous?”
It was difficult to understand that a mere level 10 player entered the auction house, but it was also difficult to understand why he readily participated in the auction with a number of 1 million.
‘Ugh, did I sing too loudly?’
Eugene wiggled his fingers as he realized that he had misjudged other people’s financial situation.
“If you don’t believe it, then there’s nothing you can do.”
Eugene opened his inventory and took out exactly 1 million gold as he was met with the stinging gazes pouring down on him.
The 1 million gold that Eugene took out turned into a pouch of gold coins, and a ‘clank’ sound was heard.
“It’s a deposit.”
A fairly heavy bag of gold coins was thrown toward the stage.
“Oh my… …
The auctioneer, who had received the thrown bag of gold coins, looked at Eugene with a bewildered expression.
“Check it yourself.” Inside the tower, any gold over a certain amount was indicated by a gold coin pouch, so having them check it themselves like this would be the fastest way to solve the problem.
“One, ten, one hundred… gasp?!”
The auctioneer, who was checking the bag of gold coins he had received, suddenly gasped and swallowed his breath.
“Hey, are you sure?”
“hey!”
As the guests couldn’t contain their curiosity and started shouting, the auctioneer, who had been looking blank, began to speak cautiously.
“Yes, that’s right.”
The auctioneer with a blank expression just now confirmed the exact amount: ‘1 million gold’. “Is that right?”
“Oh, you didn’t say that before?”
“Inma, look at the auctioneer’s expression.”
As one of the guests muttered, the auctioneer’s face was covered in cold sweat.
Even for him, who had been working as an auctioneer since the 10th floor auction house was built, it seemed like this was the first time he had held such a large sum of money in his hands.
“It’s a countdown.”
As Eugene urged him from above, the auctioneer, who had been looking dumbfounded, began to count the numbers belatedly.
“Oh, it looks like you don’t have one! Then, this level cover will be taken by guest number 6()1!”
The celebrity standing next to Eugene, the auctioneer who had been watching number 588, elicited applause.
“Are you crazy?”
“That for 1 million gold… …
Eugene clenched his fists, delighted that he had successfully won the item, regardless of the people’s commotion. “Yes!”
Eugene, who had decided to bid on the fourth item as well, glanced to the side.
“Why? Is there something on my face?”
It was because of number 588, who gave me a fiercer gaze than others.
“no.”
Number 588, who had been looking at Eugene, turned his head and looked towards the stage.
“Now, let’s start the fourth auction! The fourth auction item is ‘Name Cover’… …
The auctioneer, who had returned to the stage after a short break, had not even finished speaking.
“One million.”
Eugene took out the second million gold from his inventory and threw it towards the stage, shouting.
The auction house was engulfed in silence.
The auctioneer gulped as he confirmed that the second gold bag also contained 1 million gold.
“Crazy, again?”
“What kind of person is that?”
“Is it really level 10?”
The fourth item in this auction, the nameplate, was also not something that would be worth 1 million gold.
“Oh, if you don’t have it… customer number 6()1 will take it again.”
Of course, there was no one who called for more than 1 million gold.
‘Should I have shortened it a bit?’
Eugene, who scratched his cheek under the pouring gaze, did not raise his hand in the fifth auction that followed.
“The fifth item is a glass scale… …
“Two, twenty thousand.”
“25 thousand.”
“30 thousand.”
Thanks to this, the guests who had been silent, conscious of Eugene, began to raise their hands one by one and participate in the auction again.
“??? The glass scale was sold for 30,000 gold!” Eugene, who had been leisurely watching the auction end, turned his gaze to the side as people left one by one.
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“Excuse me, teacher?”
Eugene asked a question to a customer who had the number ‘588’ displayed above his head.
“Where do I pick up the item I just won?”
I knew from the reactions of the auctioneer and the guests that number 588 was quite famous in the tower, but regardless, I thought he was a friendly person.
≪……2”
Number 588 frowned as he realized that Eugene’s question was his first time at the auction house.
“Excuse me? Are you listening?”
Number 588, who was asked the question, simply frowned and did not answer Eugene’s question.
“You’re not saying this because the auction items were stolen, are you?”
Eugene, who had not hidden his disappointed expression, turned around.
“Okay. Just ask the person in charge.”
As Eugene was about to leave, number 588, who had remained silent until then, opened his mouth.
“for a moment.”
Number 588, who had stopped Eugene, asked with a murderous expression.
“Where do you belong?”
Eugene, who was trying to find the person in charge, looked back at number 588 and asked.
“Affiliation?”
“It’s not like a level 10 climber could easily throw 1 million gold… and do it twice in a row.”
Number 588, who was certain that Eugene was an extraordinary member, began to fill his eyes with murder.
“Where do you belong?”
Number 588, who confirmed that there were no special patterns on the clothes Eugene was wearing, asked again.
Eugene, who had been staring blankly at the other person’s murderous intent, decided to give him a proper nod.
“Well? What should I say?” Eugene, who had changed the atmosphere, met 588’s murderous intent with a cold gaze.
“At least, someone who has played much higher up than you?”
Eugene gave a vague answer and then turned around to go find the auction house official.
“From above?”
Number 588, who received the answer, muttered with a frown.
I don’t know if this is the answer, but it doesn’t really matter how the other person interprets it.
Because I was just telling the truth.
Jang Min, the head of Black Rose, left the auction house and threw the number 588 into the trash can.
“Damn, that Han Seo-rin thing is already a headache… It feels like there’s one more homework assignment.”
Jang Min, who was coming out and touching the ring on his right hand, whispered to his subordinates to check the information they had gathered.
〈What happened?〉
〈I’m sorry, but I couldn’t get any information about Han Seo-rin.〉
〈Ha… … .>
Before Jang Min, who had sighed in disappointment at his subordinate, could hold him responsible for this failure, a reply came back.
〈However, I heard some news that was hard to ignore. I think it might have something to do with Han Seo-rin.〉
〈What is it?〉
〈The 15.5th floor has been breached.〉
〈I looked around and couldn’t find any news, so I looked for something to investigate, but there was no trial on the 15.5th floor. It was broken through.〉
While Jang Min was racking his brain over the information his subordinate had given him, one more piece of information arrived.
〈Leader, we have a tip-off!〉
Judging from the urgent voice, it seemed like it was an important conversation.
〈It’s the 10th floor!〉
〈10th floor?〉
〈Information is that Han Seo-rin is staying at the Paradise Inn on the 10th floor. She says she is alone right now.〉
When the name of the building he knew came out, Jang Min quickly turned around and continued whispering.
“I will go.”
〈How would you like to apply?〉
<… … .>
Jang Min, who was about to answer that one person was enough, remembered the body of the executive that had been found on the 17th floor.
Of course, comparing myself to that executive would be like heaven and earth, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to be careful.
〈All who can gather will gather. Two parties of four each. First-come, first-served basis. Only those who are not in a hurry can join.〉
At Jangmin’s command, ten members of the famous Black Rose guild in the tower began to gather on the 10th floor.
“I glanced at the wide mat that could fit five people lying on the bed, having forgotten to wash up.
“It’s luxurious.”
Not only the bed, but everything else seemed too big for one person to use alone.
I was lying there blankly, then got up for no reason, walked around on the shag carpet on the floor, tried to get a drink on the table but stopped… I somehow couldn’t calm down.
“Are you really not coming?”
Serin, who had walked towards the window, immediately shook her head.
“Ugh! Stop thinking useless thoughts and go to sleep!”
Serin, who was about to go back to bed, opened her eyes wide at the sound she felt behind her.
??? Clang!
Serin turned around at the sound of a window breaking behind her and immediately reached out her hand in front of her.
“Huh?!”
Serin’s face distorted as a flying dagger grazed her shoulder before she could use her magic.
“As expected, you’re alone.”
The woman who broke the window and came into the room was someone Serin knew well.
‘Did I get caught?’
There was a climber in Black Rose who was the most skilled assassin and had the nickname ‘Black Sugar’.
“Even so, was it really worth sending brown sugar to a single black magician with no equipment?”
The white-haired woman facing him was none other than Black Sugar herself, the Black Rose Guild member who had previously taken care of Serin.
“I don’t know which line he switched to, but he sent one of our executives away, so we can’t let our guard down.”
The assassin who entered the room took out the dagger from his waist and let out an exclamation.
“That’s an expensive room. It must have been difficult for a broke person to even look at it.”
Serin, who was massaging the shoulder where the dagger had grazed her, narrowed her eyes and answered.
“I scratched the lottery ticket and I won.”
“Is this the worst summons ever?” Serin answered Hokseoltang’s question with silence.
“But that would have been a dud. You couldn’t even summon a demon?”
Serin smiled faintly.
“It was a dud. It was a dud, but luckily I won a special prize.”
With an ominous smile, Hokseol Tang took out his dagger and glanced at Serin’s shoulder.
‘What happened?’
If the poison on her throwing dagger was effective, she should be on her knees, gasping for breath, right now.
‘You should have been addicted by now, so why are you still standing there?’
Black Sugar, who did not notice Serin’s resistance to poison, could not rush at her and only watched her closely.
‘I survived thanks to the poison resistance. I survived, but I have to run away from here until more reinforcements arrive… …
Serin, who had been rubbing my shoulder, made a face that said, “This is a do or die situation,” and reached out her hand.
‘There’s nothing I can do.’ It was a power that only climbers who chose the Warlock could use, to summon demons.
[Hanserin’s demon ‘Nena’ is summoned.]
