Chapter 50
Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Chapter 50
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Mission Registration!
Silence fell.
The son of the Chancellor.
No matter how lofty the social positions of the people gathered here, that was a whole different league.
Right below the emperor who ruled over the entire 5th Floor Old Martial World.
'If I screw this up, it's gonna be bad.'
Suddenly feeling stifled, I tugged lightly at my collar to open up my airway.
The squinting man who had introduced himself simply as "Mugeo" just wore a mask-like smile.
"Does Young Master Cheonjon have any questions for you?"
The host forced a question into the mic to break the awkward atmosphere, and the bespectacled woman who had been peppering questions raised her hand.
The Royal grade who had just finished her introduction.
Her name was Ophelia.
Glasses, business suit, neatly permed black hair—she looked like a dead ringer for a 3rd Floor Earth native at first glance.
Surprisingly, she was a case who had graduated from a 4th Floor academy, pursued independent magical research, and ended up employed on the 3rd Floor.
She had been living here for nearly seven years now and had no intention of returning to the Rajesta Continent on the 4th Floor.
"If you're the son of the Chancellor over there, arranging a marriage internally shouldn't be hard at all. Why go out of your way to find a partner externally?"
A few people swallowed in what seemed like admiration. Ophelia's words were on everyone's minds, but no one else could bring themselves to voice them so bluntly.
Mugeo answered as if he had been waiting for it.
"Young Master Cheonjon is the third son of the family and uninvolved in political affairs. He particularly favors poetry and painting, appreciates culture and elegance, so he has come here seeking a fated bond, unbound by the shackles of politics."
He didn't come, though.
The retort bubbled up to the tip of my tongue, but I held it back.
I had a few clients in the Old Martial World, after all—no need to make unnecessary enemies.
"Calling a marriage agency a 'natural bond' feels a bit off semantically."
But Ophelia—what, did this woman have five lives?
She just kept firing away without a care.
'Academy graduate, right.'
She seemed like a mage, and the type among mages who couldn't rein in their thirst for knowledge and curiosity.
We had one like that on our side too.
On the duel marriage list—
"I can't disclose the details, but compared to how the upper crust of the Old Martial World arranges marriages, this is far more rational and offers a much broader selection."
Mugeo didn't change expression once amid the barrage of questions.
His face looked so fixed it was as if he had no other expressions to swap in.
"Frankly, a 3rd Floor marriage agency is more than valid enough to call a true connection."
Ophelia nodded, apparently convinced, and lowered her hand with no further questions.
Just as it seemed they were about to move on with no more questions—
"……!"
The chair of Rex, seated next to me, rattled with a thunk. He had been staring into space but flinched as if startled by something.
His sunglasses tilted slightly, and that's when I saw it.
'This bastard... his eyes are cameras?'
He had come equipped with ocular implants.
I thought they had confiscated all cameras at the entrance.
Apparently, ones implanted in the eyeballs slipped through.
Recalling Rex's occupation from earlier.
He had called himself a "Perspective Designer," "Neuro Caster," and "Synaptic Influencer."
It sounded impressive as hell, and based on my experience with Cyber City clients who introduced themselves that way—
'Streamer.'
In simple terms, a personal broadcaster.
This personal broadcaster had forced his way in here, was streaming live, and even had his face on the floorlist confirmed.
'He's gonna wreck the place.'
Now that the picture was clear, a sigh escaped me on its own.
Sure enough, as if he had just received a mission, he grinned and immediately raised his hand to ask.
"What's the exact net worth?"
It felt like the world had gone dark for a moment.
Everyone gaped at Rex in horror, but he gazed at the agent with eager anticipation.
However, the man from the imperial court wasn't about to be played by some lightweight clown.
"Counting would be meaningless."
Meaning there was no point in tallying it up.
In other words, he could spend whatever he wanted without a care.
'God, I'm jealous.'
Wasn't that the exact life I dreamed of?
Why didn't the Chancellor's daughter show up?
I'd have gone full throttle.
"Phew... in that case."
Rex didn't let up.
The host hurriedly tried to intervene, but whether he had a mic implanted in his throat or not, his voice amplified on its own.
It was the moment his streamer status was confirmed, and it seemed he had received a mission like "Make the agent's face crack."
"You mentioned earlier, but I'm not buying it. Why bother coming all the way down to the 3rd Floor? You're from the 5th Floor Old Martial World, right? Couldn't find anyone up there? Must be some massive defect. That's why you're slumming it down here."
"Ha..."
"What the hell is that guy?"
In the end, the host stepped in.
"Mr. Rex, we will not tolerate any further rudeness."
No matter that he was a client, this level of disrespect tarnished the Tower Marriage brand itself.
But Rex declared it word for word, as if reading from a script.
"Rude? Isn't this ultimately about assessing value? The Chancellor's son shows up at a 3rd Floor marriage agency just for 'romance.' Doesn't that scream ulterior motives?"
"But—!"
"Yeah, I know it's rude and ugly. So what? I'm here to compete. If the Chancellor's son is my rival, my specs can't win, so I'm digging for dirt to even the odds a bit."
"Ha, suddenly he's got a silver tongue."
Even amid Ophelia's sharp jab, Rex shrugged with a sly grin.
On our side, Yu Ji-hye apparently saw no need to listen further and raised a hand toward security—but—
Rex fired back without missing a beat.
"If I was rude, I apologize. But if you can't give a satisfying answer, we'll assume there's some reason to dodge a fair competition and move on accordingly."
A reason to dodge fair competition.
Those words were a noose around Tower Marriage's neck.
If Tower Marriage intervened now, it would frame things like "The Chancellor's son ran from the competition."
A situation where Tower Marriage acting could sully their honor.
In the end, the agent had to provide an answer no matter what.
But—
"……."
The agent merely smiled, unable to speak.
He too knew that one slip here could tarnish the young master's reputation, so he was clearly agonizing over it.
"Ahem, it seems you don't know much about Old Martial World high society."
So, as a neutral third party, I decided to step in.
Hey, points scored.
"Pardon?"
Rex's tone snapped back to normal.
Now I was dead certain the lines he'd spouted until now were straight from a sponsor script.
"It's true that the upper bureaucrats in the Old Martial World imperial court arrange their children's marriages pretty aggressively from our perspective. Like fitting puzzle pieces."
"……."
"But that's our viewpoint. Trace the accumulated history, and it actually makes sense. It's a weapon in power struggles and the surest alliance for holding one's position."
"So? What're you getting at?"
"And right in the midst of that, the Tower's emergence has spread various cultures everywhere. Culture always permeates the upper classes first, doesn't it?"
"……."
"Eldest sons and daughters aside, plenty of second and third children of high officials see 3rd Floor marriage agencies as a 'romantic' option."
So, in simple terms—
"Young Master Cheonjon coming to a matchmaker isn't strange at all."
"……."
"You get the history, but you need to grasp the flow of change too. Isn't Cyber City the most sensitive to shifts like that?"
Grit—!
Rex ground his teeth as he glared at me.
Mission failed, apparently—he slumped down and clammed up.
Eyes turned my way, followed by faint gasps of admiration.
Ophelia in particular was staring me down so intensely it was getting uncomfortable.
"Yes, that's all for now. Moving on—"
The host seized control again and resumed proceedings. Seizing the moment when attention shifted away, I glanced back.
The Tower Marriage staff waiting in the back were flashing heart hands my way.
I nearly burst out laughing when I saw even CEO Yu Ji-hye making a heart with her thumb and index finger.
'Heh, cute.'
If I worked at Tower Marriage, would I end up team lead for staff like that?
Not a bad gig, maybe.
Next up, the idol Seo Ha-jin took the mic.
At that moment, I felt my eyes meet the agent's as he took his seat.
His perpetually narrowed eyes made it hard to say for sure—it was just a feeling.
But he gave me a small bow of the head.
So our eyes really had met.
'Thank you.'
His lips formed the words exactly. I waved it off as no big deal and smiled back.
'Spread the word a bit.'
I'd have to mention soon that the company I run is Meracle.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
Seated now, Rex spewed curses inwardly over and over.
So close.
He had practically nailed it—!
The chats scrolling into view through his ocular camera feed were full of regret and pity.
Gritting his teeth, Rex rapidly tapped out a reply on his phone hidden in his pocket.
His biggest donor during the stream.
Rex anxiously awaited Villancy's response.
'No way... he bailed because I failed, right?'
As he agonized, a lifeline chat popped up.
'Whew!'
He hadn't lost interest yet!
As Rex inwardly sighed in relief—
Pour booze on Ophelia's head.
🎁 Reward: 100,000 Coins
Kick any guy's groin.
🎁 Reward: 200,000 Coins
Preemptive strike on Kim Juseon.
🎁 Reward: 300,000 Coins
Go to a hotel with idol Seo Ha-jin.
🎁 Reward: 500,000 Coins
The moment the missions rolled in with a ding!, Rex licked his lips and broke into a wide grin.
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