I’m Alone on the 100th Floor Episode 045
14. 17th floor (2)
There was a strange bitter smile mixed in with the added story, which made me curious.
“That hot topic?”
When Eugene tilted his head, Choi, who had been mumbling to himself, answered with an awkward smile.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Mr. Choi, who replied that it was nothing, explained what he had just muttered to himself.
“It’s just an extremely baseless rumor, but didn’t there used to be a post on the news about people going down the tower upside down?”
Yu Jin, who had been holding her breath at Choi’s words, looked at the deer that was waiting quietly.
The deer was just standing there blankly, but the leaves on the tree above its head were rustling as if they were enjoying the current situation.
“He was the one who said he was coming down from the 100th floor… Haha! That actually sounded pretty plausible. Did you know that?”
When Mr. Choi started talking about a certain topic, Yu Jin, who had been blankly staring, tried to calm her expression.
“well?”
I felt the same way when Albert asked me in the ant hole, but it was actually quite embarrassing to answer, “Yes, that’s right. I’m that person.”
“I don’t really look at bulletin boards.” Eugene turned his head away as if he didn’t know, and the swaying leaves began to sway back and forth as if they wanted to say, “Speak up!”
‘Don’t make a fuss and just stay still.’
Eugene, who had been giving Rasil a hint with his eyes, looked at Choi, who was walking around the kitchen.
When the first course was finished, Choi, who had picked up two large plates, turned to where Deer was standing. “Here, eat.” The menu that Choi had prepared for Deer was two cups of warm milk and rice cakes made with medicinal ingredients and fruits. Deer’s stomach was growling, but Deer just kept looking back and forth between Choi and Eugene’s faces and didn’t touch the food.
“It’s okay. You can eat it.”
“Haha, I guess you find it burdensome for us to watch.”
When Mr. Choi, who had been smiling brightly at the deer, retreated back to the kitchen, the deer’s gaze finally turned to the food.
‘If you feel the boss’s sincerity, you will eat it before it gets cold.’
The food prepared for the deer was so thoughtful that you could tell just by looking at the plates.
“Okay, here’s what you ordered.”
Before we knew it, the meal Eugene had requested was ready, and the steaming pork belly was brought onto the table.
The meat was nicely browned and crispy, and it came with side dishes like garlic and potatoes, and even vegetables to wrap it in… it was almost perfect.
“Is it really pork belly?”
“Anything is possible.”
Mr. Choi shrugged his shoulders haughtily, but he had every right to do so.
If you can tell just by smelling the food that it’s exactly the same as the food you ate outside, it’s hard to guess how special his cooking is.
“If you’re Korean, you’ll probably eat this too, so I’ll leave it here.” He must have kept the kimchi separately, because an additional plate with an appropriate amount of it was brought to the table from his inventory. “Can I have this too?”
“There’s no way it won’t work.”
Mr. Choi crossed his arms.
“There aren’t only Koreans in the tower. The side dishes that they eat in that country are stored separately like this.”
The person running the business in the shabby store was just as prepared as the restaurant on the 10th floor.
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.” Eugene, who was smiling happily for no reason, picked up the chopsticks placed next to the plate.
“Phew. Phew… …
First, start with the meat that is still steaming after it has been taken off the grill, then blow on it to cool it down.
“???hmm.”
Ugh, ugh.
I chewed it deliciously.
‘her.’
Was it because of its characteristics? Or was it a special cooking method? Was there something about the cooking utensils? Was the meat special? What was it?
‘delicious.’
Eugene swallowed the meat juices that filled his mouth and made an ecstatic expression.
“Good.”
“Haha, thank you. It feels good to be complimented by a fellow Korean.”
I can honestly say that this pork belly was dozens of times more delicious than the ridiculously expensive steak I had on the 10th floor.
That was about it.
Without exaggerating, I thought it was the first time in my life that I had ever eaten such delicious food… The food that Mr. Choi cooked was delicious.
‘How much do I have to pay?’
While Eugene was savoring his happy worries while bringing the second piece of meat to his mouth, Choi spoke first.
“So… how are you, sir?”
Eugene tilted his head with the meat in his mouth, not knowing what he was asking.
“What is it?”
“That’s what we were talking about earlier. That article about coming down from the tower upside down.”
“ah.”
“You said you didn’t know much about it, but I was curious to know whether you believed it or not.”
Choi looked quite happy as he looked at Eugene, perhaps missing his conversation partner.
“O uh……”
? TU ?
“Oh, right. You were eating, right? I’m sorry. Since it’s been a while since you’ve visited, I didn’t realize it… …
“no.”
Eugene was also the type who liked to talk while eating.
“That’s right. He’s the one who came down the tower upside down… …
Except for the rare occasion when I was hurriedly shovelling food into a 10th floor restaurant, most of the time I was talking to Eternal or Rasil while eating.
If I was in a situation where I couldn’t talk to them, I would constantly mutter to myself.
That was his habit.
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If I hadn’t done that, I might have gone crazy during the two years I spent alone on the top floor.
“??? Wouldn’t it be there?”
Eugene, who was savoring a piece of meat in his mouth, answered with a sly smile.
“What if a saint appeared? In the first place, there was a time when I couldn’t even imagine that this tower would be built… I think it’s entirely possible.” Choi nodded at Eugene’s answer.
Mr. C opened his mouth with an interested expression. “Haha, that’s the complete opposite of what the last customer said.”
“last?”
“He was like ‘a man carrying a thick book on his back,’ and the customer replied, ‘That’s absolutely impossible.’”
Mr. Choi continued speaking, shaking off the moisture from his hands after washing them in a basin placed outside the building.
“You said that article was posted on April 1st… Anyone can tell that it’s a lie.”
Eugene’s expression, which had been happy with the delicious meat, slightly crumpled at the date, ‘April 1st’.
That damn April 1st… … .
Because I happened to post on the bulletin board at that time, I had to endure verbal abuse from other climbers several times after that.
“There are a lot of guys like that at the top. Guys who say things like, ‘No! That guy is definitely joking!’ without even seeing it with their own eyes.”
As Eugene’s tone suddenly became harsh, Choi, who had been staring blankly at him, began to laugh heartily.
“Hehehehe! That’s right.”
Eugene looked at Mr. Choi smiling and picked up another piece of meat and asked.
“How is the boss?”
“Me?”
Mr. Choi started talking with a smirk.
“I actually didn’t believe in it… but I see. Now I believe in it.” “Now?” Choi nodded and explained why he changed his mind.
“I had a friend who liked those kinds of urban legends, but he passed away a few days ago. So I decided to believe it.”
There seemed to be no need to ask why.
Just by looking at his expression, I thought I could tell what he was thinking about his friend who had passed away.
“That kid, his last words were ‘Find out if there really is such a person and follow me.’ Is he going to be waiting in hell?”
Eugene chuckled.
“What a pleasant friend you are.”
While we were talking, Eugene, who had finished all the pork belly he had ordered, slowly looked away.
“Fortunately, they ate it all.”
Mr. Choi, who had been resting his chin on his hand, turned his head to where Eugene was looking and smiled happily.
In the moment that I looked away, the deer had emptied its plate and was now lying face down on the floor, fast asleep.
“Haha. You must have been really tired since you fell asleep right after eating.”
Choi, who kept his voice low so as not to wake the deer, looked at Eugene as he quietly put away the empty plates.
“Okay then… …
“Oh, yes.”
As Eugene was about to open his inventory to calculate, he began to hear footsteps outside, louder than the sound of the rain.
“???Master, aaaaang!”
The old wooden door of the store shattered and four large, hulking men came inside.
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The deer, who had been sleeping soundly, was startled by the sudden appearance of the giants and froze.
“Oh my, did you have a guest?”
The store, where only the sound of rain could be heard, suddenly became noisy.
“A customer came to a failed store that wasn’t doing any business… That’s great! That’s great, but when are you going to pay the rent?”
When one of the four giants, who was at the forefront, spat on the floor of the store with a ‘whoosh!’, Eugene’s eyebrows furrowed.
“How many times do I have to tell you that our guild has rented out the 17th floor before you understand? You’re not old enough to be senile, are you?”
A rough, burly man with his hands in his pockets walked towards the table.
Boom!
Less noise!
The plates on the table danced noisily.
The giant man, who had his forearm slammed down on the table where Eugene was sitting, thrust his grim face forward.
“When are you going to pay the rent? The seat rent?”
Before Eugene, who was frowning at the annoying countertop, could get up from her seat, Choi reached out his hand.
‘Guests, stay still.’
Choi, who had been holding Eugene’s shoulder, looked at the man who had been talking about ‘seat rent’ and asked back.
“There is no such thing as land that can be privately owned here. Everything in the tower belongs to those who have been summoned to the tower.”
Mr. Choi’s eyes, which had been calming Eugene, began to look increasingly murderous.
“So I can’t pay the seat rent.”
“under!”
As the giant let out a gasp, the deer’s body, which had been frozen like furniture, shook once.
“If you can’t pay the rent, are you saying you’ll accept the offer I mentioned earlier?” Eugene glanced at Choi at the word offer.
“Instead of making a fuss on the 17th floor, why don’t we go up together? Wouldn’t that be better than doing this here?”
At the suggestion of the giant, Choi Akmoon let out a short sigh.
“I told you so. The seat rent, that proposal… it’s ridiculous. I’ll stay here.”
At Mr. Choi’s answer, the giant man lifted his arm that was on the table and shook his head.
“As they say… We already gave you three chances. The one who rejected you was the owner.”
The three big men who had stormed into the store approached the table with brisk strides, clanking their fists.
The fierce faces seemed to say with just their expressions, ‘I’m going to destroy this store.’
“???I’d like to make a suggestion too?”
Before the violence began, a seated guest spoke up.
