The Tower's Unfair Summoning
If someone offered you a choice between two worlds, which one would you pick?
1. A slightly unfair one where you enjoy special privileges.
2. A completely fair one where you gain no benefits at all.
Yeah, right.
You’d actually choose the second option?
But wait a second!
It turns out you got the worst possible one—a world so unfair that you’re the one suffering the most.
No need to sulk. That’s just how life is.
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For people who had spent their entire lives in the city, the view was almost alien.
Forests everywhere. Warm sunlight filtering through the leaves over open clearings.
A natural setting perfect for setting up a tent and enjoying some proper camping.
A location that looked ideal for filming a healing variety show.
Nine people stood there in the middle of it.
One was a demon.
Her outfit was so revealing it looked almost criminal.
Small wings and a tail fluttered behind the Demon Girl.
She spoke in a breezy tone.
“So, you guys have to play a game. It’s super simple.”
Another voice jumped in right away.
“Hey, isn’t there supposed to be an explanation first? This isn’t a dream, right?”
The question came from the same Demon Girl, her outfit just as daring.
Her chest was barely covered at all.
Calling that kind of exposing attire a “priest’s vestment” was basically comedy gold.
The outfit made people wonder the same thing: would you get arrested if you walked past a police station in it? Or not?
It was the kind of line that made judgment impossible—balancing on the edge of the legal and the immoral.
“You’re in the age where you have to capture people’s hearts in under a minute or get ignored. Why explain the situation now? We’re already thirty seconds in!”
She answered like she worked at an ad agency.
Starting with “Imperial Year 935” or whatever would take longer than a minute.
The Demon Girl cut straight to the chase.
“You’re Team A, you’re Team B. You all start at the same time and the first team to reach the top of the tower wins.”
The questioner was one of the girls in the extremely revealing outfit, and the three others standing with her made up Team B.
The four on the opposite side were Team A.
The Demon Girl had decided it that way.
“If Team A wins, Earth becomes a world of superpowers and magic. If Team B wins, nothing happens. You go back to normal life.”
She was aware of the one-minute limit because her words sped up toward the end, ending almost like a video player on double speed.
“And the whole thing will be live-streamed worldwide. So good luck!”
With that, the Demon Girl vanished like a puff of smoke.
At the same time, an out-of-place holographic screen appeared above everyone’s heads, completely mismatched with the forest clearing.
No screen, yet a glowing interface hovered in mid-air.
Over-technology that modern science had no business implementing.
The girl who had asked about the Demon Girl thought to herself.
Is this actual demon magic? Or some full-dive tech hidden by a big corporation?
The second was more believable, but the difference didn’t matter much.
Both were equally unlikely.
Anyway, she was clearly being swept up in a huge current.
Thousands of live-stream chat messages started piling up above the floating screen.
The Demon Girl had said the competition would be broadcast live worldwide.
The girl who was half-naked quickly covered her chest with one hand, then pulled it away, hiding it, revealing it again—clearly hoping to attract viewers.
That was actually just her own confusion on full display.
This is my body? For real?
She didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or not, because she didn’t feel like it was her body at all.
Just a little while ago—before being dragged into this weird space—she hadn’t had this figure.
No huge, busty body, and there hadn’t even been any chest to speak of.
“Is there a hidden camera here?”
The boy from Team B spoke up.
Her chest had just appeared out of nowhere, so the chance of a sneaky camera was basically zero.
“Tarte-nim?”
“Is that you, Hyeolpung Geomseong?”
The girl and the man exchanged glances.
Team B shared one big common thread.
They had all been guild members who loved partying together in the game Starfall.
Once they became their characters in the game, they instantly recognized each other.
Some of the viewers already knew them too.
Starry Night Guild, the top guild in Starfall that had monopolized the first clears of every raid boss in South Korea.
These four elite players were exactly Team B.
Even though RPGs had lost some of their old glory, with over a million players, the chats still blew up.
Even while ignoring the party’s confusion, some viewers still dropped envious comments.
Meanwhile, Team A had already disappeared into the forest.
The girl called Tarte noticed and formed one conclusion.
“So you summoned the Demon Girl, huh?”
Team B already knew each other.
But this whole situation was too unfamiliar and confusing.
Still, Team A acted instantly.
That meant the chance they knew each other beforehand was higher, and they clearly knew what was going on.
Normally, a demon only appears if there’s a summoner or contractor.
And Team A’s winning condition was turning Earth into a magic and super-power world.
Putting it all together, Team A had probably summoned the Demon Girl and started this game.
They dismissed the question completely and vanished into the forest.
“Ignoring us, huh!”
“Level 1, no skills? This is rough.”
Team B’s members weren’t just standing around either.
They started checking their status windows.
One of them was staring at the system message, trying to read it.
Unfortunately, the abilities they had raised in the game didn’t carry over to the tower.
It hadn’t been a typical munchkin isekai story.
The boy’s job was Mage.
Current level: 1.
No learned skills.
His role in the party was just dead weight.
Tarte opened her own status window too.
Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarte
Level 1
Race: Human Female
Job: Priest
Skills: None
Dead weight added to the party.
Originally, priests were the main healers and support in any party.
But a level 1 priest with no skills was basically useless.
That meant half the party was already dead weight.
Starry Night Guild’s team composition was exactly that.
Tarte (Priest)
Ninejip Daepokpal (Wizard)
Hyeolpung Geomseong (Warrior)
Muroebae (Rogue)
Three men and one woman. That was the visible lineup.
Please let this be a dream and wake me up right now.
Tarte pinched her own cheek hard, but the pain only got worse instead of waking her up.
“When are we even getting out of here? I’m worried about work.”
The tall, heavily muscled warrior in full leather armor muttered.
The chaotic chat window was a mess—water and oil mixing together.
“You’re worried about work in this situation?”
The boy who had declared himself dead weight first, Ninejip Daepokpal, the weak-looking mage in a shabby robe holding a wooden staff, waved it around while speaking.
Males are always desperate to swing their “long thing” like a sword the moment they hold it.
Examples: brooms, umbrellas, magic staffs.
“One sure way is to reach the top of the tower and leave,” Muroebae, the lean rogue in plain clothes, said calmly.
That was the first and last sentence he had spoken since being summoned.
“No logout function? This is a total bad end.”
Tarte grumbled.
She had no real life to return to.
In the Starfall world she was a guardian, but in real terms she was unemployed.
Still, she had lied to her guildmates that she was a college student, so she had to keep the act going.
Like she was worried about her graduation schedule.
“It’s not completely disconnected from reality, though,” Hyeolpung Geomseong added, reading the chat.
Most of the comments were still about looks—handsome guys, pretty girls.
Even after the world had turned upside down, they were still talking about appearances.
Amazingly calm.
Even if it didn’t help right now, the fact that they could still talk to Earth meant something.
Meaning what?