Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Cleanup (2)
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Under Piss-Pants' command, treating the injured went more smoothly than expected.
There weren't many summoners with healer-class jobs, but thanks to the 395% buff to their stats and skills, their power was no joke.
Every time white light enveloped the wounded, torn flesh knitted back together, and patients who'd lost color from bleeding quickly regained consciousness.
'Hmm. Their healing is better than in reality?'
The healers put their 395% buffed stats and skills to good use.
But they weren't omnipotent.
For example.
"Aaack! M-my ankle's on backwards...!"
Bones fusing wrong.
"Doctor! I can't feel my lower body!!"
"Sorry. The bullet grazed a really bad spot..."
The priestess glanced nervously at her patient.
"Euuugh! M-me, made impotent...!"
True to their cheat-level abilities, external injuries healed perfectly, but musculoskeletal problems seemed beyond them. Bones could be re-broken and healed, but nerves?
Regenerating cleanly severed parts was impossible too. They could reattach amputations, but getting them to move was a whole other issue.
'Potions are unmatched here. They heal reliably by grade, no matter what.'
A world where without points, you were basically helpless.
That was the Tower's core identity.
'This Tower system... it's fucking cleverly designed.'
Points were needed for food, clothing, shelter.
To earn points, you had to move faster and harder than everyone else.
Just like those pay-to-win mobile games where without cash, all you could do was breathe.
In that sense, 10,000 pt per death was like strapping wings on my back.
Truth be told, my original plan was to wipe out every summoner who'd joined Kim Joo-hyuk's raid.
10,000 pt per corpse.
A damn fine exchange rate.
But according to the Prophet perk, the second-floor trial was themed around "war." Meaning even if I was the point-rich king, I still needed "soldiers" to fight in my place.
On that note, the bastards who'd joined Kim Joo-hyuk's raid to kill me were infuriating, but they had some combat ability. Even as underlings, they were perfect disposable grunts.
'I can't be bothered handling trash one by one, and I sure as hell won't send my women to the battlefield.'
Besides, 10k pt looked huge right now, but with just over 15 days left until the first-floor trial ended...
If each one coughed up 667 pt per day to me, I'd recoup the principal just from eight hours of macro runs.
In other words, running personal mission parties with the surviving summoners would net more points than killing them off now.
'Even I have to say, that's a humane call. I'm just too generous, kekeke.'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Judging the injured mostly sorted, I stepped in front of the summoners.
"Alright, all eyes on me."
They gulped at my voice.
"You heard the announcement, so you know I'm not killing you. Cut the pointless worrying. Focus on my words from here on. First, men line up left, women right. Do it."
They looked puzzled for a second. But their bodies reacted before their brains.
"D-do it!"
With one guy's shout, the hesitant summoners split into lines by gender.
In the process, they bumped shoulders, tripped over feet—their movements were clumsy as hell.
'Hah, they've got a long way to go already. Training these fuckers... hmm. Just dump 'em on Krallta to drill.'
"Good. Men first. Strip every piece of gear you have. Weapons, armor, potions, junk—everything. Pile it at my feet."
Murmurs rippled through the men the moment I spoke.
Way too sluggish overall.
Suppressing my irritation, I called out the clueless idiot frozen at the front of the line as an example.
"Hey. You there. Strip all your gear."
"...Pardon?"
"...Hoo. I'll warn you once. Strip. Now."
He jumped, staring at me.
Instead of complying, he clutched his shoulders like a virgin seconds from rape.
"W-what... you gay?"
"...What?"
I doubted my own ears.
This fucker just said what?
"Gay? Shit, has this bastard lost his mind wanting to die?"
My body moved before I even thought.
No, I didn't even register moving. Pure rage to erase the retard in front of me took over.
So my fist smashing his face was basically an accident.
Thud—!
His facial skull shattered, and my fist launched his body airborne like a paper doll.
He spun a few times midair like a leaf in a gale, then arced dozens of meters away.
Boom!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Eliminated Summoner 'Gye-cheol'. Acquired 1360 pt. The surrounding noise cut off like a lie in an instant.
"Ah, that was a mistake."
My voice broke the frozen tension.
"But fuck, the bastard called me gay. Made me feel like shit. I said gear, not clothes."
I was honestly wronged.
Did I kill him because I wanted to? He offed himself.
"I have zero interest in dudes' bodies—not even a speck of dust. Anyone strips to underwear gets killed like that fucker right there. Got it?"
"...Yes, sir!"
The men nodded like mad in terror. They stripped outer armor and gear at impossible speeds compared to before, piling it at my feet.
'Gotta crack the whip to make 'em move right.'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Good. Women next."
My gaze shifted right, and the women's shoulders twitched.
They weren't just scared of losing gear—they feared something more.
And sure enough, one mustered courage.
"Um... why do we have to give you our gear...?"
The bold-looking woman in a red mage robe. Her voice trembled, but her eyes held firm.
A chuckle escaped. Admirable, and kinda cute in this situation.
Never banned questions, so I'd answer.
"Why laugh...?"
"Good question."
I approached slowly, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes. Her pupils shook immediately.
"I know trash like you all too well. Give you half a chance, you'll stab me in the back. Right now you're quaking in fear, but the second I look away, you'll grab this gear and come for my neck. So I'm taking it first. Got it?"
She bit her lip at my cold reply. Harsh reality—no counterargument.
"......"
"Hey. Think about it."
I whispered right in her ear, voice tiny.
"If this wasn't here, would that pretty body of yours be worth 10,000 points?"
"N-no..."
"Right. Outstanding self-awareness. Good girl."
I patted her cheek lightly, then raised my voice for the other women.
"Got it? Strip the gear and scram. No exceptions for girls."
I circled the women down to underwear, pointing at a few.
"You."
The bold mage who'd questioned me first.
"You and the one next to you."
The glamorous type with blonde-dyed hair tied tight, and Piss-Pants' party member? Anyway, the defiant-faced woman. Finally, the best-looking of the healers.
"And you last. You four, step aside."
All eyes—women and summoners alike—locked on the chosen four.
The mage who'd resisted first stepped forward, voice shaking.
"Why us...? We gave all the gear like you said."
"Cuz you'll be servicing me later."
"What!?"
"What the hell are you saying?"
'Ah, really miss Im Ji-hye.'
If she were here, she'd have picked and prepped them perfectly.
"Means you four are my exclusive onaholes for tonight. Clear now?"
"You crazy fuck...! Not Hye-jeong! Kill me instead!"
"Okay. Wish granted."
I summoned my blade and cleaved the summoner in front.
Clean bisect.
Piss-Pants' party member? Whatever, some nobody broke ranks and charged, so I obliged.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Eliminated Summoner 'Min-ho'. Acquired 3200 pt. I flicked the blood off the blade casually.
"Hmm. Hye-jeong? Your Black Knight saved you, so you're good for today. The rest of you make up for her absence and work extra hard."
Unfortunately, no self-proclaimed Black Knights stepped up for the remaining women. Nice to see them value their own necks.