Spirit Lessons, Sword Secrets, and Holy Prospects
Namgung Seojun headed to the meeting room, the rendezvous point promised in the note from the nangjungjichu. Ameri the instructor was waiting there.
"Seojun, you've arrived."
Ameri welcomed him with an array of high-end teas and delicacies rarely seen at the training camp. As per their agreement, Namgung Seojun received spirit arts training from her twice a week. She poured her heart and soul into the lessons to protect the spirits.
"Spirits are your friends."
"Yeah, I know."
His half-hearted reply lit a fire in Ameri. She got intensely excited.
"Don't answer so half-assed!"
"No, I've heard that line over a hundred times already. You emphasize it every damn time at the start of every session."
Even so, she stressed it again.
"It's important! That's why I repeat it. Spirits are your friends. Forming a contract doesn't make it a master-servant relationship—never."
Ameri's near-brainwashing education began. She repeated the key points endlessly.
"Think of them as friends. You have to ask the spirits for help."
"Got it."
"Spirits might play pranks sometimes, but they sense their contractor's emotions well, so they'll never do it in a crisis. You have to trust them."
"Got it."
"Summon them often and play with them. That builds affinity. Max out your affinity, and they might even evolve to the next grade."
"Got it."
"So, get along well with your spirits."
"Got it..."
Ameri hammered home the same points every time before diving into proper spirit training. Seojun's lessons stretched late into the night.
By the third week, the training camp's atmosphere had shifted. After two weeks of classes, the new adventurers realized they had only two more weeks before facing the real Tower World. Seeing slaves up close had sobered many of them. Plus, the remaining training focused on combat or production jobs—essential for survival—so everyone buckled down harder.
Senior Instructor Pigicheol's swordsmanship classes saw noticeably better attitudes from the trainees. He had them practice swinging swords while correcting their form and offering endless advice.
"Everyone here wants to wield a sword, right? Basic movements and skill chaining are crucial for swordplay."
"I figure you've all got combat skills. And you'll probably spam them like this without thinking."
"Your head'll be full of 'use skill' instead of proper sword swings."
"Fine for low floors. But if you aim high, figure out how to link your skills with swordsmanship. Always think about it in practice and battle."
"Buy the basic skills ASAP. Heavy Slash: Strike Down Hard, Thrust: Pierce Hard, and Shoulder Charge: Ram with Shoulder are Normal skills—cheap Merit Points, but super versatile."
"Good skills hit hard, but have long cast times or big openings after. Know their weaknesses and use them smart."
"That's why I recommend those three. Fast casts, quick recovery to stance."
Pigicheol's words were pure gold—practical info sword adventurers craved, right on time. He even sprinkled in Tower-climbing tips between swings.
"Climb to the 20th floor on your own power. That's when you get your job, based on your climb and traits."
"Jobs matter 'cause they give base stat gains per level."
"Normal jobs: +1 per stat. Rare jobs: +2. Unique: up to +3."
"Take mine: Swordstriker, a Rare job. Levels give +1 Strength and Agility."
"So grind to 20. Even a Normal job isn't the end—your god or special quests can change it. Hit 50, and job correction guarantees at least Rare. Keep pushing."
He eyed Namgung Seojun and the other six finishing sword training, emphasizing again.
"You lot here? I bet you've got traits for better than Normal—maybe Rare. Step it up!"
"Yes, sir!"
Namgung Seojun focused even harder on Pigicheol's lessons.
After the third week, third day's sword class, Pigicheol called out to him.
"Namgung Seojun."
"Yes, Instructor."
Pigicheol gave a sly smile.
"You're an inviter, aren't you?"
"..."
No denial. That was confirmation enough for Pigicheol. He'd heard from Sharon how exceptional Seojun was, suspected him strongly, but teaching him sealed it.
Great combat sense, smart as hell. That innate talent... 'extraordinary' doesn't cut it. He's gotta have top-tier traits.
No other explanation for Seojun's prowess. When Seojun just smiled without answering, Pigicheol dangled bait.
"Wanna do extra lessons?"
"Extra?"
"Yeah. You're worth teaching my full Empire Swordsmanship."
Pigicheol decided to tempt him with his Rare-grade Empire Swordsmanship.
No reason to refuse.
"I'd be honored."
"To learn Empire Swordsmanship... not full disciple, but close enough. Be straight: you're an inviter, right?"
Seojun's Super Sense urged him to answer, so he nodded lightly.
"Sweet! Inviter dude, starting tomorrow, I'll teach you Empire Swordsmanship."
With his inviter status revealed to Pigicheol, the Empire Swordsmanship lessons were set.
After wrapping his day, Namgung Seojun entered the dorm's first floor.
"Ah. Ah! Aaah!! Aaaack!!!!"
The sex slaves' agonized screams from the first-floor bathroom echoed to the entrance. In adapting to the Tower World, new adventurers had fully grasped that 2nd Class Slaves were mere tools.
After starting with plain fucking, they'd shifted to sexual torture play. In this sex-tolerant world, normal outlets abounded—1st Class sex slaves dolled up for appeal, instructors, female adventurers. So they'd vent regular lust there and unleash twisted urges on 2nd Class Slaves.
From corporal punishment to bondage, enemas, torture. Once numb to scarring their bodies, it escalated: pussy stretching, anal expansion, tattoos, piercings, branding. Fantasies they'd only dreamed of on Earth—they tested it all on the meat toilets.
Tools. As long as they didn't die, recovery instructors healed them periodically. Zero guilt.
Seojun was curious how folks played with 2nd Class Slaves. He wanted a peek, but...
Too busy.
No time. The camp was a goldmine. So much to learn from instructors: swordsmanship from Pigicheol, spirits from Ameri, Tower experience from Sharon.
Yet he never slacked on scouting new party members or discussing ops with the team.
No time indeed. Lust? Gisohee, Sharon, other 1st Class whores handled that anytime. He ignored the bathroom and headed upstairs.
"Huh, Seojun?"
Someone called. Kim Hoon, old group tutorial buddy, after ages.
Kim Hoon was drenched in sweat.
Semen stench... pussy juice... piss...
Fresh from torturing 2nd Class Slaves, his body reeked fishy and foul—uncomfortably so.
"Seojun, been good? Long time—beer?"
Casual greet, polite afterthought.
"I'm good. Beer..."
Namgung Seojun started to brush it off naturally, but Super Sense pinged fresh.
One beer helps?
Never wrong when it did.
"Sure. Let's grab a beer."
"Huh???"
Kim Hoon blinked at the quick yes—he knew his stench.
He showered fast. They met at the cafeteria.
"Two cold ones here."
Kim Hoon grabbed beers from the counter, handed one over.
"Here."
"Thanks."
They clinked glasses lightly, sipped, and chatted.
"Whoa, never thought you'd drink with me alone."
Namgung Seojun chuckled.
"That cold of me?"
"A bit?"
"For real?"
"Haha, just a tiny bit."
Sharp Kim Hoon joked without crossing lines. They bantered freely. As a confirmed Merchant production jobber, he had no qualms spilling party tea.
"Party recruitment that tough?"
"Yeah... no solid fits."
Seojun's biggest headache lately. Four-man party felt short, but no worthy adds.
"Checked general fighters— all way below our current crew."
Starting camp parties had equal say usually. But his fixed members were elite: camp topper Namgung Seojun, inviter mage Lee Guho, top guard Jo Jaehun despite average trait, Gisohee okay as ex-leader buy-in.
Peers? Few, and poached already.
Seojun vented worries he'd kept from the team. Kim Hoon tossed an idea casually.
"How 'bout recruiting for potential?"
"Potential?"
"Yeah. Good traits might lag now but catch up climbing—no loss."
Solid. Issue was...
"Good-trait prospects with..."
"Know our batch has three with Holy Power traits?"
Seojun knew—God's Eye had flagged them as odd. But production jobs, not combat. Passed over.
"Heard priestesses train Holy Power folks separately."
"Hm? Really?"
News to him. He'd ignored them as non-combat.
Kim Hoon's connections delivered.
"Buddy said all three are apprenticed to the Goddess. Get priest skills as gifts."
Perfect timing. For long-term investment, Holy Power fit adventurers best. Seojun resolved to check them out.