Episode 669: The Jjiriri Fairy
The silence that came with the ringing of the clock tower’s bell.
Unlike industrial areas where most people work, there was no uproar when it came time to pay taxes.
If it had been a slum or something like that, they would have had a small party, saying they had passed safely.
People here probably don’t have any problems paying their taxes, so they probably don’t feel anything.
Of course, the beggars in front of me are an exception.
“Yeah, I survived!”
“This time it was really dangerous, but does your life expectancy last long?”
“I have to live longer than you, kid.”
[Tax payment has been completed.]
A halo that accompanies the declaration of a system.
It doesn’t matter to me, since I have money saved up in advance.
There is no problem because the beggars around me also received money from me.
Are you guys going to be outside?
“Whew! Fortunately, I got the message across!”
Seeing the guy who ran away with his bundle after seeing Pahiru’s wink, he came back, so it seems like this tax payment went well.
I also have business with Pahiru, and I don’t have any ill feelings towards them, so I left them alone.
If you try to force pressure on him, the chances of him acting out will only increase.
If you’ve shown this much consideration, it’s about time he answers.
“What’s the answer?”
“That’s it, I.”
A guy who opens his mouth after observing the mood.
The residents of the wealthy village, including the guards, focus on the guy.
As soon as he made his decision, the guy fell to the ground and shouted.
“Oh my, Your Majesty! How can you do so!”
A guy crawling on his knees hangs on to my leg.
I thought it might be a surprise attack, but it wasn’t.
“You have already shown us so much grace, how could we receive more? We too have shame!”
It was a struggle to somehow get out of this situation.
He was the epitome of a professional beggar, shouting with tears streaming down his face, stained and gaunt.
Of course, I’m not the type of person to fall for something like that.
“Be specific.”
“Even a beggar must repay a favor. I want to repay you, my lord!”
her.
I let out a small laugh.
I gave him two choices.
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Either reject or accept the offer.
At first glance, offering choices seems like giving freedom of choice.
‘It’s like narrowing down your options to two.’
I know that fact very well.
That’s why I ignored the numerous choices given to me while climbing and did things my own way.
As a result, in the 40th floor, in the selection section, didn’t you receive the type called ‘pioneer of a new path’?
That’s what he was after.
How to make suggestions without getting the cold shoulder from people.
‘I received a favor, so I will repay it.’
Who would say anything to this?
Getting a job?
He appealed that he was not so shameless as to wish for such a thing.
At the same time, he is a beggar who knows how to repay kindness, so he will not be criticized by people.
Actually, if you think about it, the answer has nothing to do with my question.
What I asked was, if there was a way to make a living doing that in the future, would you do it?
But it was a different story from repaying a favor.
“Still, I guess he has a conscience.”
“Even though things went wrong and I ended up on the street, I’m not an animal that doesn’t know gratitude, right?”
“I’ve seen beggars say things like that all my life.”
Does the world only run on logic?
Whatever my intentions were, as long as the viewer is happy, that’s all that matters.
This is true.
It feels strange to be treated the same way I usually do.
If I say anything here, it’s obvious it’ll sound strange.
okay.
Here, I admit that I ate a lot.
But I don’t intend to just take the hit, so I need to seize the opportunity to counterattack.
“How can I repay the favor?”
My question was natural.
The question is, what can you do for me?
“Beggars have their own sources of information. Some of them may be of help to their benefactors. Ahem!”
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A guy who makes a gesture that says it’s a bit awkward to talk about it here.
I didn’t know they would make a deal with information.
What should I do?
If it was just to avoid the situation, I could just wipe my mouth and say,
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Well then, why can’t we just listen to it right here?
“Tell me, what is it like?”
“Are there a lot of eyes to see?”
“You have to figure that out yourself. Write it down if you need to.”
He took out a notebook and pen from his bosom.
He nodded as if he wasn’t shameless enough to say that he didn’t know how to read.
“Oh, take it.”
I nodded after seeing the information he wrote.
It’s a shame we couldn’t trap him right away.
“This is.”
There is no harm in having this information.
Because this is something I wouldn’t be able to tell you if it weren’t for this guy.
The guy comes up to me and mutters.
“Are you satisfied with this this time?”
I am satisfied.
“How can I believe this?”
“I will put his name on it.”
“If it were him.”
“The King of all worshippers.”
Then it makes a difference.
A guy with platinum rank wouldn’t just sell that thing off on his own.
Even this alone is not a losing business.
“Let me ask you one more thing.”
There’s one thing I’m really curious about.
“Why are you doing this for those guys?”
Being sold to the bloody altar for beggars.
Begging and getting beaten to earn money to pay taxes.
According to the information that Garti gave me, the guy is very affectionate.
Of all the guys, why would you do it to a beggar?
I really didn’t understand this part.
In a way, it’s pure curiosity.
The guy was silent for a moment, then muttered quickly.
“…He who has nothing can have little.”
What the hell are you talking about?
I didn’t understand it, but I let it go.
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I don’t think asking again would give me a proper answer.
Knock knock. I tapped the guy’s head with my palm.
“You are a beggar who knows grace. It is not a good deed done with the expectation of anything in return, but you accept it out of consideration for your own honor.”
“Rice, don’t mention it.”
Kkugit.
The guy with the scrunched face is gnashing his teeth.
If you keep creasing your already ugly face, you’ll only get more wrinkles.
It’s not my face, so use it however you want.
‘I guess I’ve got more to talk about since I met Nyangpun.’
It’s good that we had something to talk about in a safe place anyway.
While we’re on the subject, let’s open this one too.
I thought about the items in my inventory.
There is a box you received from Ophelia before going up to the 95th floor.
I thought it was something that would help me get to the 100th floor.
I thought about it for a while, but decided to put it off until next time.
There must be a reason why Ophelia told us to open it on the 96th floor.
There was no need to take the risk when you could just open it on the next floor.
“It was nice meeting you.”
I spoke to Pahiru.
I think I’ll end my meeting with the guy here.
“See you next time.”
“Yes, yes. Of course.”
Pahiru will know too.
That we have no choice but to face each other again.
Whether he comes looking for me or I go looking for him, someone will try to find him.
-A blow.
I turned around without any hesitation.
“This is a rare and heartwarming sight.”
“Oh ho ho. My heart feels warm.”
“Even though their statuses are different, they are doing their best as human beings. How precious.”
The people watching laughed and whistled, wondering what was so good about it.
Do they know?
Just a moment ago, two people who could have pushed this rich village apart stabbed each other in the head.
That I survived moments when everything could have been shattered.
That’s that.
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‘That kid, is there too much chaos?’
I turned my numb shoulder slightly.
I was only nearby for a moment, but it felt like something sticky was stuck to my whole body.
I scratched my neck in an uneasy state of not being able to catch anything and headed towards where Nyangpun was.
* * *
“The ruler of the 95th floor is a real beggar. I just came back to take a quick look.”
“Ugh. Really, meow?”
I told Nyangpen what happened as soon as I met him.
The guy who came out with a light heart was surprised.
“You didn’t have an accident, did you? Tell me no, you punk!”
“Oh, why do you think I’m going to get in trouble!”
“You have only one or two records, huh?”
A guy who suddenly grabs you by the collar and shakes you.
Have I had that many accidents?
I had a moment of self-objectification.
“It’s overdone.”
He chuckled and shook his head.
There were times when I did big things, but they were all necessary.
The results were all good, and I think I would do the same thing over again.
Nyangpun clenched his nails in frustration at the sight, but what could he do?
‘It has always been said that you should make good friends.’
What can I do when you’re already on the same boat as me?
You just have to accept it.
“Haaah. At least this time it seems like there wasn’t a big accident, so that’s a relief.”
The guy lying on the sofa like laundry hanging on a line looks at me with fresh eyes.
“So what are you going to do? You’re not going to leave that worshiper named Pahiru alone.”
“I can’t just sit by and watch.”
Because worshippers are the enemies of climbers.
At the same time, the guy I met this time is no ordinary guy.
A person who deals with the system and has a fairly high status within the cult organization.
In addition to that.
“Don’t just lie around, come to work.”
“Why, why? Today is my day off. I can’t rest for a long time because of you.”
The guy who became one with the sofa using his flexible body waved his hand in annoyance.
If it had a tail, wouldn’t it have hit the sofa?
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People say I was obsessed with the concept, but I’m not in a position to say anything to others.
Are you a cat or something?
I think I might have to grind my teeth soon.
“You know that when the world is destroyed by the system, the survivors are given a choice, right?”
“Ah. So you want me to choose between becoming that NPC or staying in the ruined world?”
Nyangpun will know too.
The twisted forest I experienced after climbing to the upper level.
Because I saw it there too.
A single chance given in a ruined world.
Should I continue living in this ruined world or should I try to survive in the tower?
Some of those who decide to become NPCs become worshippers.
I had a question here.
“At first, I thought that after becoming an NPC, you would become a worshipper? There have actually been cases like that.”
“Even before it was destroyed, there were times when the worshippers worked.”
“That was there too.”
How are worshippers made?
There are cases where a cult member mixes in with survivors of a destroyed world and continues to harass them, or where a cult member becomes influenced by a cult member and succumbs to their influence while living as an NPC.
At least that’s what I thought until now.
“This is a message from a platinum-ranked guy.”
That wasn’t all.
-The one who calls the survivors of the ruined world is the king of the worshippers, Bedrock Baaluje.
King of the worshippers.
It was clear what this meant.
Diamond grade.
The pinnacle of all worshippers, somewhere in the 90s.
I knew he wasn’t an ordinary guy.
“Is this real?”
“maybe.”
This is beyond expectations.
The task of attracting survivors who wish to become NPCs.
That is the role given to the king of the worshippers.
‘It’s just taking care of some of the things the system is supposed to do.’
The guy on the 95th floor manages the tower’s production plant, and the boss manages NPC recruitment.
In the process, they may be picking out their followers.
“If this is true, it seems like there is some kind of relationship between the so-called worshippers and the system.”
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Nyang-Pun frowns for a moment and thinks.
It must have been a shocking story for him too.
I also have a lot to think about.
‘Even so, I don’t think the system would have given that much authority.’
It’s too big a role to leave to an NPC.
Even if you paid a separate fee to the system, it would be the same.
Even the system treats those who have climbed to the 99th floor well.
Just looking at Framberg, you can see that the cities of that world have been brought over as they are.
Well, that was possible because the fragments of chaos were involved.
What on earth does the king of worshippers do?
At the moment when the thoughts continued, Nyangpun opened his mouth.
“It was interesting, but it wasn’t terribly important information, was it?”
“hmm?”
“Rather than hanging on to something you don’t even know, you should look at something that is certain.”
Nyangpun raises his finger.
“That guy named Pahiru knows a lot about the King of Worshipers.”
I don’t know about anything else, but this is certain.
“If you strip him bare, you’ll learn more about him.”
“Since we’re going to fight him anyway, it’s good to gather information in advance.”
“That’s right.”
Rather than thinking about something that doesn’t give you an answer, focus on areas where you can gain practical benefits.
It was a merchant-like way of thinking.
“That’s right. You have to take care of what’s beneficial first.”
I was a merchant too.
I think there will be more to be extracted by catching Pahiru.
That’s that.
-dripping.
“Nyangpen, can I come inside?”
“Oh. You’re here.”
“That’s fast.”
I put the note in when I heard the knock.
Nyangpen also sits up as if he had never been lying down.
“Come in!”
“Haha. Right. Didn’t I make you wait?”
“Not really. Nice to meet you, Jjiriri Fairy.”
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He extended his hand to the woman who came inside.
The fairy of chiriri.
A woman who is the leader of the fairy club.
at the same time.
‘A monster considered the most powerful even within the Fairy Club.’
He may have been the strongest climber I’ve ever met.
He reached out his hand towards the Jjiriri fairy.
The eyes of the Jjiriri fairy drawing a line.
Her eyes slowly opened as she held my hand.
“Nice to meet you too.”
[SSS-class power, the eyes of the punisher meet yours.] [SSS-class power, the eyes that gaze upon the stars wink happily.]
Her power and mine faced each other.
