Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Do You Want a Hole Blown Through Your Head?!
[Floor 3 (Hell) clear rewards granted!]
[First clear of Floor 3 (Hell)!]
[Difficulty first-clear bonus applied!]
[High score bonus applied!]
[Highest rank bonus applied!]
[S++ additional rewards granted!]
[Rewards]
[Magic Stones 3kg]
[Standard Revolver Ammunition x30]
[Enhanced Revolver Ammunition x3]
[S++ Key]
[Level Up!]
I checked the rewards after clearing Floor 3.
Similar to before—
just scaled up.
Now 3kg of magic stones.
No skill book this time.
“…Level 5 already.”
From level 1 to 5 in just three floors.
My body felt noticeably stronger.
More muscle.
Better control.
More power.
Still just above an average person—
but enough to rival a trainee knight.
[Exit the Tower? (O/X)]
I left.
Back in my room—
Knock knock.
“Mother?”
“Can you come for a moment?”
In Father’s office—
a letter waited.
“…From the Imperial Palace.”
My heart dropped.
Had they already found me?
No—
“It’s a general summons.”
All noble families must attend the 700th founding festival.
“…Ah.”
Relief.
But also—
trouble.
“You must go, Ian.”
“…Me?”
Father couldn’t travel.
Mother and Ireni were busy with academy preparations.
Which meant—
me.
“…I understand.”
“No choice.”
“It’s a good opportunity,” Mother said brightly.
“To restore our family’s reputation.”
She didn’t know the truth.
That I wasn’t a normal climber—
but a Hell climber.
“I’ll go.”
Now—
I just had to hide it well.
“…We don’t have enough money.”
Travel costs.
Carriage.
Clothes.
Everything added up.
Millions of gel.
I had money—
but not enough liquid cash.
“…I need to sell the magic stones.”
5kg from Floors 2 and 3.
Worth 50 million.
But—
selling them openly was dangerous.
“…Black market it is.”
Risky.
But necessary.
The next day—
I headed to the Saiker black market.
Hood.
Mask.
Hidden identity.
Dark alleys led to a bustling underground market.
Suspicious goods.
Dangerous people.
But still—
a market.
I found a dealer.
“9kg of magic stones.”
I slammed them down confidently.
Pretending experience.
He weighed them—
then handed over coins.
63 million.
“…You trying to scam me?”
I raised my voice.
“Want a hole in your head?!”
He scoffed.
“30% fee. That’s the rate. Go elsewhere if you want.”
“…I see.”
So that’s how it works.
No choice.
I grabbed the money.
“…Fine.”
Painful—
but necessary.
Even after the cut—
it was still a huge amount.
I walked out confidently.
Acting weak here—
meant trouble.
But then—
“…They’re following me.”
Two men.
Keeping distance.
Tracking me.
Not coincidence.
I quietly loaded my revolver.
Click.
Ready.