I’m Alone on the 100th Floor Episode 058
17. Tower Workshop (4)
“Ugh.”
Philip, who was writhing on the floor with his stomach clenched, barely managed to raise his upper body.
“Ugh, that crazy kid… …
The floor was so shiny that it was slippery, and Philip stumbled as he tried to get up, gritting his teeth.
“Damn, you don’t look so good… Dude, there are so many eyes watching you, and you’re kicking someone from the same workshop?”
Even though it felt like he had been kicked quite hard, he didn’t stop spitting out words.
“Huh, I don’t know how you can treat a beggar as the creator of a workshop. If you don’t want to get kicked out, you should have raised your performance.”
Philip, who had been gritting his teeth at the contemptuous look in his eyes, responded.
“I’m sorry, but whether you’re a climber or a civilian… it’s our job to make sure that anyone summoned to the tower lives a comfortable life.”
Philip continued speaking, his breathing out of syncope, perhaps struggling to breathe after being kicked in the head.
“I am that kind of person.”
Even though most of the people around him were looking at him with contempt, he didn’t stop talking.
“That’s why I was trying to buy the stuff here.” “It’s closer to our job to help the rankers above than to obsess over that stupid ‘level 10.’”
“Well, since the saint you’re helping has such great power, she’ll be able to save many people… no, many ‘rankers’.”
As soon as he spoke with emphasis on the word ‘ranker’, the eyebrows of the man who had kicked Philip furrowed.
“I yelled, but I didn’t ask for that much. Just sell the item. You and I have only known each other for a day or two, so sell it just once.”
As Philip, with a relaxed expression, spoke in a requesting tone, the man in the luxurious attire turned around.
“red.”
The man who snorted muttered as he left the place.
“??? Hand it over.”
The clerk who had been arguing with Philip looked incredulous at the man’s words.
“yes?”
“Pass it over.”
The man repeated softly, adding so that the clerk could understand.
“If a dog barks loudly, throw it a piece of dog gum and it won’t bark anymore. Throw it a piece of dog gum.”
The clerk nodded absentmindedly at his superior’s words and left for a moment to look for the item Philip had requested. Philip lowered his head.
“after!”
Eugene, who had been watching the series of conversations, looked at Philip and pulled in his chin.
‘Follow me, it’s fine, but don’t be nosy.’ ‘Nosy?’
‘I’ll say this just in case, but if I get kicked, don’t come forward. If you keep whining, I’ll give in anyway.’
I was thinking about what Philip had told me before I came to this store.
‘Is that why?’
Eugene, who was staring at Philip paying for his goods at the store, checked the mood of the other people.
“Wow, as expected of a weirdo… he really is.” “They say he was in the same year as Arens, I guess that’s true.”
“For a pair of motives, the difference is quite large. One side is running the tower of the workshop, while the other side is a beggar in the tower.”
As I focused on the murmuring voices, it seemed like the two men who had just been glaring at each other knew each other.
“Whoa, you’re going to give it to the kids, but you’re still flirting… You’re not even a teenager.”
Eugene looked at Philip as he walked in with his things from the store, walked alongside him, and asked him about their conversation just now.
“Who was that person earlier?”
“There are five famous guilds in the tower, right? That’s it. There are also several shops in the workshop that are famous.”
Philip, who had put the items he had purchased into his inventory, added a story about the man.
“The store just now belongs to that kid. He doesn’t have much money, but he’s good at getting things. That’s why I went there.”
He was the type of person who would not spare any investment for just one weapon that could prove his worth.
“There are many things to buy besides this.”
As Philip started to walk faster, Eugene, who had started to walk at the same pace as him, asked.
“You were saying something about the saint earlier, and about changing your job title… What are those?”
Philip, who had been glancing at Eugene as if he was annoyed, opened his mouth and quickened his pace.
“Don’t you know the Saint? A big new recruit, a celebrity, the best healer in the field guild… If you don’t know this, then why are you at the top?”
I couldn’t answer like that because I was so caught up in the three months of practice that I thought it was only four hours.
“I know the general idea, but… …
“The field guild that the saint belongs to is the sponsor of that store.”
Philip, who was walking quickly, grumbled and explained everything Eugene was curious about.
“You’re saying that you’re sponsoring a few shops in the workshop and using the items they produce to raid. That’s why I said ‘I’m focusing on priest equipment’ earlier.”
Eugene nodded, having somewhat learned the concept of sponsorship.
It was a pretty good idea.
Because if the climbers who climb the tower for the strategy and the creators who support the climbers could work together like that, it would shorten many things.
“The efficiency of the saint who appeared like a comet a few months ago is that good. I focus more on making items for priests than for other classes.”
Eugene, who understood what Philip said, immediately asked the next question.
“Then, what about the job change modification?” Philip, who had been frowning as if he was annoyed, glared at Eugene once and began to explain.
“It’s a literal item. It was discovered shortly after the Saintess appeared, and when used, it allows you to change your class exactly once.”
“Change class?”
“If you’re a warrior, you can become an archer, and if you’re an archer, you can become a warrior… It’s a disposable item that can be changed. However, the classes that can be changed are limited to the five basic classes.” Philip, who was explaining the job change modifications, added a beat later, as if he had missed something.
“The workshop has been quite noisy recently because of that.”
“Why?”
“Once that modification was developed, speculation began to circulate that other climbers would also be able to discover hidden classes like the ‘Saint’. Of course, it’s a believe-it-or-not story.”
Before Eugene, curious about the source of the crystal, could ask about it, Philip spoke first.
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“I heard through the grapevine that this item was discovered by a warlock named ‘Guide’.”
‘guide?’
“I don’t know if it was broken by itself or by someone… but they said that the 5th floor’s former crystal was shattered.”
Philip continued talking, not even noticing Eugene’s frown.
“The person who discovered it is a guide, and he asked one of the creators of the workshop to complete the item… … “Change job title?”
“that’s right.”
Philip nodded and thought of the climber he was talking about as a guide.
“Well, I like it. I’ve met that guide before.”
“is it so?”
“I couldn’t see his face because the hood was covering his face in shadow… but his eyes were kind as he held out the old man’s crystal and asked for a favor.”
Eugene asked.
“What was your request?”
“He just asked me to find a way to help people who couldn’t advance to a higher position… That’s what he said.” “Considering that he mentioned something about level 10 at the time, he must have been referring to the Ant Cave people.”
During the three months that Eugene was away on the practice floor, she was figuring out what she could do while waiting for her employer to return.
‘Right! That’s right, I really raised the poison resistance trait! In addition to that, there’s also the trait of enduring heat and cold… … Eugene let out a laugh as he remembered the way he wanted praise like a pet dog.
‘Yeah. I should buy her a nice present. The ring that Rasil recommended… I think it’ll make her look a bit shabby.’
I had some hope in Philip’s explanation, but it seemed unlikely that she would abandon him like Rasil or Eternal.
“Wait??????
Throw it away?
While he was racking his brain, Eugene noticed that the surroundings were strangely quiet and looked around.
“Why? What else are you going to ask?” When Eugene suddenly stopped walking, Philip, who had been walking alongside him but was now leading, turned his head.
“I think I… forgot something.”
Philip blinked his eyes at Eugene, then noticed what it was and asked.
“Come to think of it, didn’t you have a pet with you?”
Ah. Eugene’s mouth opened wide.
“The deer… …
“Is his name Deer? Huh?” You have a good sense for naming things.
Philip, who was amazed by Rashill’s naming sense, spoke with a pitiful expression.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have the time to help you find Missing. I’ll go and look for the necessary items. You can look for them on your own.”
〈???Something big is going on.〉
Somewhere in the workshop, Rasil was sweating profusely as he realized he was lost.
〈Ugh, that’s foul play! The rings were so pretty! It wasn’t my fault!〉
Rasil’s eyes were tightly shut as he leaned his head against the deer’s antlers.
〈What should I do?〉
Rasil, who had been closing her eyes, squinted and clicked her tongue at the sight of the trembling deer.
〈If there are any seeds around, I will try to do something… … .>
The problem was that there was no nature within the workshop that could utilize the power of the World Tree, and that there were too many human eyes.
〈Deer, are you okay?〉
Deer, who was looking around the jewelry store at Rasil’s request, seemed to feel uneasy when he was far away from Eugene, and hid himself in the emergency exit of the workshop.
〈Ugh, I should like it because it means I’ve come to trust you to some extent… but I’m not entirely happy about it.〉
While Rasil, with a bitter expression, was enjoying the feelings of her human parents.
“Uuuuu, Eugene… Where?”
A young voice was heard from the mouth of the deer that was trembling while clinging to the wall of the emergency exit of the workshop.
Rasil blinked, wondering if he had heard wrong.
〈Oh, deer? Just now?〉
“Eugene, woo… …
“Huh, huff?! ” As the deer, trembling with fear, muttered a familiar name with tears in its eyes, an earthquake began to occur in Rasil’s pupils.
