I’m Alone on the 100th Floor Episode 026
8. Top Man (3)
Eugene, who had been staring at the wall as he listened to the slaves’ testimony, handed over the bundle of papers he was holding to Serin to take care of the urgent homework first.
“Do you know what this is?”
Serin, who accepted the bundle of papers handed to her by Eugene, crumpled her expression at the magic she felt from the papers.
“It’s a scroll.”
It was a real explosive scroll, different from the fake one.
‘The real thing is different, even in the quality of the paper.’
Serin, who had been tightly shutting her eyes at the fact that she was carrying a fake explosive scroll, asked while holding out the wad of paper in her hand.
“But why are you doing this to me?”
“I was wondering if you knew how to unlock it.”
Serin shook her head.
“No, I don’t know much about scrolls. I think you’d have to find an alchemist or a wizard who has mastered the scroll crafting specialty to find out more.”
Eugene clicked his tongue with an embarrassed expression.
“So you’re saying that a lump of iron can’t be broken. There’s nothing we can do. We can’t forcibly dismantle it… So for the time being, we have no choice but to leave it like this.”
Eugene, who had asked Serin to prepare a separate scroll for him, checked the tattoos engraved on several slaves.
‘It’s different from what I saw above.’
When he came down from above, Eugene had seen slave tattoos carved on some of the tower people, but this was slightly different from that.
“Do you know what this is?”
Serin asked Eugene.
“As predicted on the 10th floor, it’s similar but slightly different. If I may add… this one is a bit rougher than the one seen from above?”
“Is it rough?”
“Look carefully.” Serin muttered with a puzzled expression as she looked at the tattoo engraved on the slave, recalling the tattoo Eugene had shown her.
“I don’t know.”
“You really don’t know?”
“???yes.”
Eugene sighed, seemingly disappointed by Serin’s reaction, and mentioned the identity of the tattoo.
“This isn’t a tattoo like the scroll I just gave you, something a wizard or alchemist might have done.” “It’s not a tattoo?”
“This is a curse.”
Eugene’s words sent shivers down Serin’s spine.
“The class you chose… is a curse used by warlocks.”
Eugene, who had mentioned it once more because he thought he hadn’t heard, spoke again about why the drawings carved into the slaves were curses and not tattoos.
“Among the tower people I met upstairs, there was this one damn warlock. The tattoo he had was very similar to this one.”
As he passed near the 80th floor, he witnessed the tower people, the so-called human disaster.
Among them, there was a being whose calling was ‘the wizard’ who used a tattoo that looked exactly like this.
“They say it’s a curse used when a demon that was originally used as a summon doesn’t listen, but he uses it on humans.”
As she listened to Eugene, Serin’s expression gradually became pale.
“Why? Do you know what it is?”
” no??????
Serin added with a look of sadness on her pale face.
“I don’t know much about curses. I have a certain aversion to that field, so I never even looked into it.”
In reality, the number of black magicians who trained in the curse side at the tower was not that great.
To be exact, it was almost impossible to see.
Because the efficiency wasn’t very good.
This was because the time required to memorize the pre-order was considerably long, and the curse did not always succeed but could fail depending on the probability. “Basically, the curse wizard is a class that benefits from stacking negative status effects on the trial, but if that was the case, another class would have been better.”
Black magic.
devil.
curse.
Climbers who chose the Warlock class at the top were able to grow by choosing one of three major options.
The first one was a destructive black magic skill… the second one was a skill that made the summoned demon stronger… and the third one was a black magician that focused on curses, as Serin had just mentioned.
“Curses are only used as an additional effect by climbers who have chosen the dark magic or demon side, because it is so inefficient to go that way. But… …
Serin added in a crawling voice, explaining the ‘curse’ of the black magician she knew.
“There was just one person… a warlock in the tower who specialized in ‘curses’.” Serin was once a famous warlock in the tower, so she was well-known to all the warlocks in the tower.
The ‘warlock who dealt with curses’ just mentioned was also one of the warlocks she knew.
“He was a famous black magician with a different meaning than me, but the problem was that the guild he belonged to was… …
Eugene mentioned the guild name he had guessed.
“Drug?”
“yes.”
It was the name of the guild that William, the wealthy man who had dug up information before coming here, had mentioned.
“He was a member of the Drug Guild. That black magician.”
She was a black magician with an image that was the complete opposite of that of the Black Princess, who was widely known for her noble and elegant image.
‘Why are you dealing with curses?’
‘Isn’t it fun? The sight of enemies swaying from the Curse of Slowness, their bodies twisting from the Curse of Pain, the sight of the Curse of Destruction building up and exploding, and the sight of them foaming at the mouth from the Curse of Rage… All the results of the curses are just fun.’
‘It’s not efficient.’
‘Isn’t that just something that other people have decided?’
‘But, even if I look at it… …
‘Well? Didn’t our Black Princess not see it properly?’
‘Don’t call me Black Princess.’
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‘It’s a curse. It’s the big picture.’
‘The big picture?’
“Isn’t anything that takes time and effort beautiful? That’s a curse to me. When this painting I’m drawing is finished… the tower is going to be quite fun.” One of the warlocks I hadn’t been able to get close to because I didn’t like the way he muttered gloomily at the time, that warlock seemed like a surefire suspect in this situation.
“Right now, I only have a hunch, so I should ask him, but I don’t know where he is.”
Serin nodded.
Since he was someone I had never added as a friend before, there was no way of knowing where he was or what he was doing.
“Ah, ahh.”
Freep, who had been waiting for the two to finish their conversation, grabbed Eugene’s collar once again and pointed to the prison wall.
“Little friend. Just a moment… …
Eugene, who had messed up his hair, looked at the tower people who were looking at him.
“Um… What should we do now?”
All the guards who had been whipping him had been knocked out, and the scrolls that could have detonated the necklace had all been retrieved… Now, it could be said that he was somewhat free. “The choice is his.”
In a way, it was an irresponsible statement.
“We… don’t remember.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
Eugene, who was facing the gloomy expressions, made a helpless suggestion about what they could do.
“You may be noticed by the iron chains around your necks, but aren’t there other people in the same situation as you?”
“Same situation as us?”
“The people who disappeared here.”
As if they realized what Eugene was trying to say, several of the top people clenched their fists and had tears in their eyes.
Family, friends, lovers… they seemed to have experienced losing loved ones here.
“What I would recommend to you is to find the people who disappeared here first and save them. As I see, some of them have tattoos and some don’t… …
Eugene continued speaking, looking around at the people on top.
“When you get out of here, look for someone with a tattoo like yours. If someone was sold out here, they would have gotten a tattoo… right?”
When Eugene asked the oldest-looking man on the tower, the man who had been stroking his beard stopped crying and answered.
“you’re right.”
Eugene nodded in satisfaction, finding a spark of hope in their eyes, and asked about what Fripp was complaining about.
“The secret room behind the wall you just mentioned. So… …
When Eugene trailed off as if he couldn’t think of the words, Serin continued speaking instead.
“It’s an underground auction house.”
“Yeah, there.”
Eugene nodded and continued asking questions.
“Is Freep’s mother there?”
One of the top people who knew the freeform well raised his hand and spoke.
“I was in the same prison as Freefrang. I saw her being dragged toward the secret room with her mother a little while ago, but seeing her alone makes me wonder… …
Eugene, who had been listening, asked about the underground auction house this time.
“Are there people in there?”
This was because the dark side that had not been discovered here could have been hiding in the underground auction house.
“That’s… I’m sorry. I don’t know.”
“There’s no need to apologize. You’ve been locked up the whole time.”
It was already difficult to find the prison hidden in a corner of the 7th floor, which was spacious enough to be a stage, but they even added a secret room to make it worse.
‘This is really awesome.’
This was a structure that Eugene absolutely loathed. “Come on, let’s get out of the prison quickly. Before all the guards who tried to knock us out wake up.”
“Two bueu
“Before I go out, I need to take care of this child’s favor. As you saw earlier, the guards here are no match for me, so you don’t have to worry about me.”
Eugene answered with a smile, but inside he was thinking of a way to completely close this prison.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Before you go… …
Eugene called out to the top man who was escaping from the Ururu Prison and gave him some advice.
“Don’t die.”
In fact, it should be seen as a wish rather than advice.
“yes.”
Bow.
The people of the tower, expressing their gratitude to their benefactor, left the prison on the seventh floor with their iron collars clinking.
“??? Gone.”
Seo Rin, who was looking at the backs of the people above, muttered bitterly.
“Well, it’s a strange feeling.”
“why?”
Eugene, who was watching the backs of the climbers like a squirrel, asked them why they were making such expressions.
“All the slaves I saw in the tower…were not climbers.”
“He’s a person.”
Eugene answered right away.
“yes?”
“Just because they live in the tower, just because we were summoned here, doesn’t mean they’re any different from us. They’re people just like us. Look into Freef’s eyes.” Serin, who had a bewildered expression on her face at Eugene’s words, met Freef’s eyes, who was looking at her.
“Before we went down to the 16th floor, we talked about poison, right? You compared it to a game… Just in case, I’ll tell you, this isn’t a game.”
Serin, who was lost in her own reflection in Freep’s eyes, bit her parted lips.
“These people aren’t like NPCs in a game. They just can’t open the window because they haven’t received the Ansor’s blessing. If they die here, they’re dead for real.”
“When the time comes and we are summoned out of the tower, why do we have to fight monsters after the cataclysm has occurred?”
When Serin couldn’t answer easily, Eugene continued speaking.
“To protect these people.”
The first 49 floors are just simple warm-up exercises, and you really get a feel for what a cataclysm is like from the 50th floor onwards… That’s what Eternal had said. The trials from the 50th floor to the 90th floor were to protect a world from a cataclysm for a year, but I had already forgotten what Eternal had just told me.
” sorry.”
When Serin sincerely apologized while holding onto the hem of her skirt, Eugene smiled faintly as if he had no intention of scolding her further.
“That could be true. If I hadn’t met the Master up there, I might have thought the same thing.” Serin, who had been biting her lip, looked at Eugene with wide eyes as if in surprise.
“Master?”
I wonder if there is a master who raised such a monster.
“Is the person you called Master also a pagoda person?”
“Okay! Enough small talk.”
Eugene ignored Serin’s question to get back to the main topic and looked at Freep, who was sobbing while holding onto her collar tightly.
“Wow, woo… …
“Let’s go in quickly before she starts crying.”
It seemed like the first thing I had to do was go into the prison cell… and the underground auction house, and find Freep’s mother.
