Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Gal Cup
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A vigorous morning.
The moment I woke up, I took a sip of the cola I'd bought yesterday and chuckled.
Mmm~ this dizzying tingle spreading through my whole body.
Savoring the cola flooding my mouth, I stretched long and hard.
[Damn, really jealous of that carbonation]
[Fantasy natives cursing and shit is hilarious lol]
[What's so great about black water that they want it??]
[Looks super suspicious, why drink that?]
[Why spray it when I'm not around? Why spray it when I'm not around?]
[Upvoted if you wake up and feel like something's off lolololol]
I'd slept about eight hours, but the bait was still fresh.
'I know why, though.'
There was no such thing as unified time in this tower.
Everyone's timers ticked differently, so day and night varied from person to person.
'A 24/7 mega gallery.'
The bait stayed the same, but different people were grinding it hours later.
Even accounting for that, it was holding up pretty well...
With posts like that pinned in the featured section, it was no wonder.
They probably thought they could've been the ones to get it.
I'd used the [Gallery] for the raffle.
Thanks to the Irregular, it even had a built-in random draw feature.
The 1600-year-old chicken coop elf... no, Long-Eared Aristocrat and one transient won, so I sent them the cola.
Including the one for the manager, that was 900 TP spent, but seeing the nonstop comments, I didn't regret it.
'Hard to describe, huh.'
How do you even put this into words?
If you haven't tasted it, good luck understanding. Especially fantasy world natives.
"Hm?"
I checked the gallery at the alert sound and saw the manager's comment urging me to look at a new post.
'What's this.'
I blinked and refreshed the gallery.
Pfft.
I shook my head in disbelief at the manager's blatantly biased ruling.
'Next time, definitely sending chicken.'
Manager's unpaid slave?
You're a paid Chun-sik from now on.
For reference, starting with yesterday's rice monkey... er, monkey beastkin, tons got banned.
No reasons listed, but they'll know what they did.
Will I ever see that many naked dogeza pics again in my life?
'All dudes, though.'
I spared the memo guy out of pity.
Swish.
'This good?'
I checked the list I'd spent time curating in Star Bang.
Four sets in the cart.
Tower-clearing viable buys.
Realistic combos I could afford.
Honestly, I wanted flashier, more systematic stuff, but TP was too low.
'Need both weapon and guidebook.'
Hated paying that much for bottom-tier like wooden swords or staves, but no choice.
Had to buy for future lightsabers or railguns too—they'd be useful now anyway.
Going unarmed was an option, but...
'Fighting barehanded is kinda scary, right?'
Who knows what'll pop up? Punching felt unreliable.
"These scream scam no matter how you slice it."
Might be too good to be true compared to others.
Basics were one thing, but sketchy stuff was everywhere.
'Just importing from other worlds?'
Made sense—unverified Earth-exclusive items.
Hypnosis went in the cart just in case.
...You never know when it'll come in handy.
'So which to pick.'
Nothing jumped out. All seemed fun.
Should start basic, but in my head I was already Swordmaster, Archmage, Heavenly Demon, space commander.
'Mage seems flashy with ranged clicks, but...'
Swordsmen had that something that made a man's heart race.
Honor-bound duels, clashing blades through gritted teeth—that romance.
"Though I prefer clicks myself."
Cool and efficient are different.
'Ask the gal?'
What was best for tower climbing.
All sorts here—could hear pros and cons.
The gallery was still buzzing about me an hour later.
Cola bait cooled a bit, but replaced by more newbie talk.
'Just spill it.'
Explaining food source was fine.
They couldn't copy anyway.
Even if they could, no one would.
Of course—Irregular means escape, not tower food.
No one stays for "eat what you want" when it's not even unlimited.
'Well... long-timers could farm TP easy.'
Some seemed normie, others trollish, but all outlasted me.
They flame trivia, post diaries, vent tower life.
Hundreds, thousands of years survivors.
'Makes me curious.'
Most common origin?
Best abilities, weapons for survival?
Futuristic SF? Dark fantasy hero types?
Few used race/skill in nicks, so what helped most here?
Perfect timing for weapon/skill dilemma.
"...Aha!"
Eureka moment.
Ask the experts here instead of imagining.
I opened [Gallery] and made a throwaway for bait.
'Ah, this familiar vibe.'
Basement hikikomori gamer paradise.
Exact reactions expected—I made another throwaway.
'Yeah yeah, bro dominates the gallery.'
Just two posts.
Two throwaway posts turned the gallery into an arena.
My story, food talk—all gone, flooded with flames.
'Anon community, lonely tower where you'll never meet.'
Gal Cup inevitable.
I eyed the blaze and added the final piece with another account.
Top it with race wars for perfection.
Manager showed late, but too big already.
She'd clean it fast, but burn till then was fine.
My job: Open the real Gal Cup before flames die.
[Post]
Finished the post, hit submit, closed gallery.
Ignored my blaring phone for a refreshing morning shower.
'They'll guess the reward.'
Three colas yesterday—easy predict.
Maybe hope for more.
"Kill each other from now on."
Just snag results after manager cleans up.
Sorry, Eraser!
Climb tower and send you tasty stuff for sure!