I’m Alone on the 100th Floor Episode 057
17. Tower Workshop (3)
100?
50?
Or is it the truth?
“Uh… … Eugene pretended to open the trait window and wasted time, thinking about how many traits he should tell her.
‘What is a roughly reasonable number?’
3 months ago.
When I asked the guide about the characteristics that climbers possessed, he didn’t even know about poison resistance…
I think it would be appropriate to answer that it’s probably about the average for a level 10 climber, maybe two or three.
‘But, that’s not what this person is expecting, is it?’
The look in Philip’s eyes as he looked this way was very similar to the look in Choi’s eyes as seen from the 17th floor.
“approximately??????
“approximately?”
“About?■????
Eugene, who had been agonizing over whether to tell the truth until the very end, made a difficult decision.
“50 Summary.”
Even if I were told not to lie, I answered like that because I thought I would be satisfied with this much.
“???really?”
But I answered.
“Ha, that can’t be.” Philip simply did not believe the number ‘50’.
“More than 50?”
” yes?”
“I think it’s more than 50?”
As Philip looked Eugene up and down, Eugene shook his head, feeling burdened by his gaze.
“How can you be sure?”
“That’s right. The creator’s.”
In Philip’s answer, Eugene realized why the people in the workshop called him a ‘freak’.
Those eyes.
It was not simply doubt, but a curiosity to find out what he was curious about… that seemed to have given him the title of weirdo.
[Equipment made with this method has options determined in proportion to the wearer’s ability, but it is designed so that only the strong can wield it.]
Eugene glanced down to check the explanation of ‘Repaying Steel’ and made a troubled expression.
‘Surely, if you invent something like this, you won’t be treated as a normal person.’
The idea that options are determined in proportion to the wearer’s abilities was certainly a good statement.
but.
The part that said it was designed so that a strong person cannot grab it… that is, a climber above level 10 cannot grab it was not a very good sentence.
‘With less than a year left until the Cataclysm, who would buy equipment that can only be worn by level 10 players?’
Suddenly, I remembered what the workshop owner who told me about this place had muttered.
It was truly eccentric to be a creator who only made weapons that could be used at level 10 in a tower that would disappear in less than a year.
“100? 150? Or maybe 200?”
Philip realized he was too excited and took a step back, covering his face.
“No, that can’t be… It doesn’t make sense to have more than 100 traits.”
In fact, if you posted on the bulletin board that level 10 has 50 characteristics, you would get cursed at for talking nonsense.
“Yes! 50! Let’s say I have 50!”
Philip removed his hand from his face and asked with wide eyes.
“Are you going to do it?”
“What?”
“Custom order. Are you going to leave it to me?”
Philip asked again, shaking the steel in his hand.
“yes.”
I was able to answer this question without hesitation.
If you say you’re not interested, you’re lying.
A piece of equipment that can only be worn by level 10 users, with abilities determined in proportion to the wearer’s characteristics… If it were completed, it would be an item that truly suits me.
“There is only one thing that can be made with this.”
Philip, who had wrapped the masterpiece steel in cloth again, looked at Eugene and continued speaking. “You look at the other odds and ends and say it’s a masterpiece, but this is actually the most… this is the most… expensive one.”
A few climbers showed interest in the nickname of Freak and went to see the steel, but instead of being interested, they just looked at it as if it was shit and turned away.
But the second guest who came today was different from them.
Even after seeing the ‘climber level 10 or lower’ condition attached to other equipment… I wasn’t shaken at all.
“So, I want to make one thing clear.” Eugene tilted his head.
“If I can make a decent guy out of this, I want you to prove it to me.”
Eugene, who had expected her to ask for a huge amount of money, asked back with a surprised expression.
“proof?”
“I’m not wrong. Prove it to these guys in the workshop, to the climbers on the top floor… as if you were a swindler.”
Eugene smiled involuntarily at Philip’s request and answered in a confident voice.
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
“what’?”
“It will be proven even if you don’t ask.”
Philip, facing Eugene’s expression, released his clenched teeth and nodded.
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“Then, starting from today, work… Wait, what did you ask me to make?”
By the way, I didn’t say anything about what to make with this steel.
“ O ” M.
After a brief moment of deliberation, Eugene opened his mouth.
“Let’s do it with a sickle.”
“good.”
It was a response that seemed to say, “Let it be as it is,” but Philip didn’t say anything and just nodded.
The only weapon he picked up from among the piled up objects was a sickle.
There must have been a reason why he picked it up, even though his masterpiece wasn’t just a scythe.
“Come visit me tomorrow or the day after.”
Eugene asked with a suspicious expression when told to come tomorrow.
“Does it only take a day or two to create a masterpiece of conversion that can be proven to others?”
He was getting a weapon that would last a long time, but he wanted to put a little more effort into it.
“Do you think this is some kind of medieval blacksmith shop? This is the workshop. A resting floor where you can receive all the blessings of the tower.”
Philip walked out of the store, taking out a thick cloth garment from the hanger and putting it on, whether for going out or for work.
“Are you going out?”
“If you only have steel, you won’t get a good product. I’ll take a look at the materials in the workshop, and if I’m not satisfied, I’ll go to the auction house.”
“Aha, 10th floor?”
“Huh! You know the 10th floor, huh?”
As you know.
I threw 2 million gold.
“How’s business today?”
“No need. Today’s business is over. The first customer bought quite a lot of stuff, so I’ll take it easy for a week.
“That’s okay.” Eugene smiled bitterly, reminded of his situation, which wasn’t all that great, by his shabby appearance.
‘If things go well, I’ll give you a bigger bonus.’
Eugene, who followed Philip out of the store, asked timidly.
“Can I follow you?”
“why?”
“I need to kill some time too.”
As Eugene scratched the back of his head, Philip looked back at him and snorted in response.
“Do whatever you want.”
“…not for sale.”
“why?”
“Oh, I told you I’m not selling it?”
“So why!”
“Because we have to write it!”
“what’?”
Philip’s face was covered in bulging tendons as he banged on the table with a loud noise.
“What the heck?! You’re focusing on priest equipment, but you’re not selling the materials to make scythes?”
In a store with a signboard that was different from other workshops, the clerk rolled his eyes and sweat profusely.
Just by looking at his crumpled face, it seemed as if he was muttering, ‘This is a headache.’
“Sell when you have something nice to say.”
“Mr. Philip, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m a low-level person and I can’t sell those items as I please.
yo. this?”
“Are you crazy, human answering machine? Don’t just say no here, bring in your superiors!”
Eugene, who was standing a few steps behind and watching Philip shout, was inwardly terrified.
‘Is that okay?’
Looking at the clerk’s expression, it was clear that this wasn’t the first or second time he had done this.
‘He’s not a weirdo for nothing.’
I knew he was doing this to make equipment for me to use, but the gazes he was looking at didn’t seem very pleasant.
“When I hear that their sponsor is using a sickle, I just step down.
bang
bang
Philip’s clenched fists slammed into the white table repeatedly.
“But what can I do? Their sponsors have become so famous that everyone in the workshop knows what kind of equipment they use?”
” ha??????
“Spit it out when I say something nice. I’m not saying I’ll take it away, I’m saying I’ll buy it at full price. Why are you complaining?”
When the clerk just sighed and refused to answer, the muscles in Philip’s face twitched.
“What the heck, I’ve never heard of a saint who uses a scythe? Huh?”
“Phew, Mr. Philip! Shh! Shh!”
“Hey! Neighbors! We’ve got a hot topic! The saint is wielding a scythe!”
As Philip began to shout, Eugene, who had been waiting behind him with his arms folded, frowned.
‘Saint?’
Whether the clerk grabbed his arm or not, Philip wouldn’t stop screaming.
It seemed like he was going to stand here and harass me until I gave him what I wanted.
“Oh, my… If you keep doing this, I’ll have no choice but to call a ranker!”
“Rankers? Oh, their sponsors? Yes! Tell them to come! Let me see the face of the saint too!”
“Why are you doing this! Seriously!”
The store clerk who was pulling Philip was almost in tears.
“If the people of the Field Guild find out, not only me but Mr. Phillip will die too!”
“Why? I heard that you’re sweeping up all the modifications to change your job title?”
Eugene, who was listening to Philip’s words, took note of the words ‘change of previous job’.
It was my first time hearing about this item, but once I looked at the words combined, I couldn’t just pass it by.
“…What’s the fuss?”
Yu Jin, who was watching the fight and guessing about the item called the job change crystal, turned his gaze to the side.
” aha?”
Philip, who had been resting his arm on the store window, also turned his head toward the voice.
“It’s finally here!”
Philip, who seemed delighted to see a familiar face, walked towards the man whose appearance contrasted with his own.
“I was a true customer before I became the creator of the workshop… I was protesting because I thought it was a bit much to treat me like a guest just to get sponsors.”
Looking at the luxurious cloak, it seemed like the man who appeared was the thumb of the store I had just visited.
“Philip.”
When the man called Philip, Philip furrowed his eyebrows as if expecting a good answer.
Philip’s back bent like a reed as he was kicked by his expensive leather shoes.
“Ugh?!”
Philip’s body, which had been flying through the air, fell to the ground in the middle of the workshop hallway.
“No one in the workshop considers you a partner in business, so don’t muddy the waters and get out.”
The man had a look on his face that suggested he was displeased with being associated with a rascal.
