Chapter 204: 38th Floor: Hall of Fellowship
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 204: 38th Floor: Hall of Fellowship
I ignored the stares I could feel from all around and read the chat window.
‘Who the hell are they?’
Just then, one of my viewers was practically taking over my chat to explain.
[InfoPussyKeeper12 has donated 50,000 won]
First, I’ll summarize the most important figures.
Damian Oswald of America’s number one guild. He’s the adopted son and disciple of the world’s number one ranker, Jeremy Oswald. He’s famous for having a trait just as good as yours, Do-hee. He uses Psychic Energy, and his core attacks are of the Lightning attribute. There are rumors he has three SSS-rank traits.
- Oh
- Holy info dump, lmao
- Why the fuck is this guy’s username like that
- Real info) This is straight from the Tri-wiki
- It was a copy-paste? Fuck
- Still, he recognized their faces~
- So he’s the successor to the number one?
[InfoPussyKeeper12 has donated 50,000 won]
Next is Kwon Han-jun, a rising star from our country’s Ohsung Guild. He’s not as famous as you’d think, but he made a name for himself by pulling an SS-rank trait on the 1st floor. After that, he went to the Ohsung Guild and we haven't heard much since, but he’s one of the faces that often appears in their promotional videos.
- So you don’t know anything?
- He knows nothing about him after the 1st floor
- And this is our Info… PussyKeeper?
- Watch your spacing
- This is basically Dotamuk’s alt account
‘They’re from a Giant Guild? They must be after something.’
As I was reading the viewers’ donations and chats, someone’s body suddenly loomed over me, blocking the chat window.
“Huh…?”
‘Wait, what’s with all this green?’
Feeling my surroundings darken, I tilted my head almost vertically to look up and saw a massive Orc standing there. He seemed to be somewhat civilized, thankfully wearing a loincloth.
“Greetings, Lee Do-hee. I am Kazaha di Assfucker.”
“Eh…?”
An Orc was speaking perfectly?
And he knew who I was?
He didn’t seem hostile, so I took the thick hand he offered for a handshake.
“Nice to meet you too, Kazaha. What can I do for you?”
His eyes looked honest.
A valiant-looking Orc warrior.
‘Right, Orc warriors don’t lie.’
Normally, it was best not to greet other parties on the 38th floor.
This hall, where everyone is first summoned on the 38th floor, is a place for fellowship that lasts for 30 minutes.
But no one used it for that. In reality, it was a place rife with all sorts of schemes and con artists.
Of course, some people genuinely socialized, but those who were trained by Giant Guilds would use this place to secretly bribe an opponent’s party member, or find out personal information while greeting them, then use a pre-arranged assassination squad outside to take their family hostage and blackmail them.
After a few such incidents, a culture of not speaking to anyone with an unclear identity had formed.
Of course, the honest-looking Orc in front of me was fine.
So I relaxed and listened to what he had to say.
“It’s nothing much. I came to ask a favor. I was told it is polite among humans to state one’s intentions beforehand.”
“Suddenly… for what?”
“It is a request. Please, bear my child.”
Child…? A baby?
Out of nowhere?
“Eh…?”
‘Did I hear that right?’
His statement was so straightforward that I doubted my own ears.
I glanced around and saw my party members, who had been watching with serious expressions, now looking utterly dumbfounded by the Orc’s impregnation attack.
“Pfft!!”
“Khh…”
They burst out laughing.
“No, wait, this isn’t polite… no.”
I was at a loss for words, stammering, when Lee Woo-sik stepped in front of me.
“Ahem! Do-hee’s husband is right here, Sir. Byeon. Ki. Chan.! If you wish to impregnate his wife, it is only polite to ask for the husband’s permission first!”
Byeon Ki-chan was Dotamuk’s real name.
“Hey, why is he my husband… And why the hell is that considered polite…”
Just then, the chat window, which had become visible again, exploded with activity.
- lololol
- The Orc’s idea of politeness: Asking her to bear his child before he whips out his dick
- What the hell
- That’s basically just demanding she give birth right now, isn’t it?
- So he’s saying he spoke before pulling out his cock?
- Byeon Ki-chan lololol
- We acknowledge him as Cock King Byeon Ki-chan’s legal wife
- The legal wife is Lee Do-hee lololol
- Weren’t they already married?
- Since when was asking for permission to cuck someone considered polite…
- He’s not wrong though lololol
I wasn’t sure who Lee Woo-sik was trying to mess with, but he blocked the Orc and hid me behind him.
“Ah, so she had a husband.”
“That’s right! Her legal husband, in fact! The legal wife of the Cock King, Byeon Ki-chan!”
“Ugh…”
“You bastard. Who gave you permission to use my real name…”
“Ahem, my apologies. Then I shall ask the husband.”
“What…?”
- lololol
- Problem solved?
- Let Byeon Ki-chan handle it
- This is actually working?
- A peaceful resolution
And just like that, the Orc warrior Kazaha went over to Dotamuk. The whole situation was so absurd and draining that I just rubbed my forehead for a moment.
Of course, the Orc wasn’t the only one who approached me.
While my party was slightly scattered because of the Orc, someone else came up to me.
“Are you Lee Do-hee?”
‘Ah, so this is him. The guy from America.’
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
A youthful look, like someone straight out of a hot-blooded shonen manga.
America’s most anticipated super rookie. Damian Oswald.
I knew about him, as a fair amount of information on him was public.
He looked at me, not even bothering to hide the hostility radiating from him.
I could feel his emotions.
Jealousy, competitiveness, anger.
I didn’t know the reason, but it seemed he desperately wanted to defeat me.
Receiving his hostility made something boil inside me as well. But fighting was absolutely forbidden here.
The moment you tried to pull any tricks to harm someone and got sanctioned by the Administrator, you’d be hit with a severe match penalty.
“You’re not planning to fight with words, are you?”
“Of course not. I hope to see you in the finals. You won’t get knocked out by some small fry before then, will you?”
It seemed he wasn’t a completely narrow-minded guy. He gave me one last intense look before turning away.
‘Guess his personality isn’t complete trash.’
After that, I didn’t socialize with anyone else.
Party members from the Giant Guilds tried to make moves on my teammates, excluding me, but I shut them down beforehand.
And in the midst of it all, I spotted an unexpected item.
‘Wait, I’ve seen that shield somewhere before.’
Do you remember?
Back when my past self, Lee Do-hyeon, fought his final battle before death.
I had torn the Ohsung Guild Master’s shield apart with my bare hands as he charged at me. And that very shield, now repaired, was in the hands of a Giant Guild party member.
Looking closer, it wasn’t just the shield.
‘That gear… Crazy. They lent them that stuff? Why are they going this far?’
Some of them were wearing equipment that the Giant Guild masters used personally, or had used in the past.
A few people in the chat had noticed, but what they saw was just the tip of the iceberg.
‘The weapon, gloves, shoes, accessories… they’re all the same things those bastards used.’
It was a mix of old and new gear, all jumbled together, which is why it took me a moment to recognize it.
That equipment…
It had been a long time since I felt my blood boil like this.
I could still vividly remember those bastards killing me while wearing that very gear.
‘I don’t know the reason, but I get it. They want to beat me here.’
But I would never let that happen.
“Everyone, one more strategy meeting. Gather ‘round.”
I turned the camera towards the Orcs for a moment and we had a quick, private conversation.
There were several interruptions even then, but I brushed them off.
A group of Mexican gang members tried to strip my clothes and openly collect my breast milk before they were sanctioned by the system and disappeared somewhere. They weren't expelled, but imprisoned somewhere.
‘The world is full of fucking lunatics…’
Some Muslims came over and started cursing me out, so I cursed them right back.
I sent the Christian holy knights and priests who rushed over wanting a theological debate to the Muslims, and the Orc warrior Kazaha, who had reached an amicable(?) agreement with Dotamuk, returned to his own party.
“By the way, what did you talk about with the Orc?”
“Oh, that? I told him if his party beats ours, I’ll give him a pass to use your womb.”
“Hey, that’s… right, good job.”
It felt a little weird being treated like an object, but it was a very clean answer.
The 30 minutes flew by as we gathered in a corner of the hall to discuss our opponents’ strategies.
[The team brackets will now be announced.]
Following the system message, we all gathered in the center of the hall again to check the bracket.
“Oh… this is going to be interesting, right from the first match.”
Squad 1: Christian Party
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Squad 2: Islamic Party
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Squad 3: Lee Do-hee’s Party
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vs
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Squad 4: Mexican Gang Party
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Squad 5: Orc Party
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vs
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Squad 6: Giant Guild Party
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Squad 16: America’s #1 Damian’s Guild Party
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‘The bracket isn’t bad.’
The Mexican gang was a non-issue.
Just a moment ago, they’d been sanctioned by the system for touching my chest while wondering aloud, ‘Maybe squeezing breast milk doesn’t count as an attack?’
The penalty for breaking the rules was quite severe.
[All Party Member Stats -10%]
This wasn’t applied to the base multiplier like usual, but to the final stats, making it a significant debuff.
And even after we beat them, we’d have to face the winner of Squad 1 and 2… but honestly, those religious fanatics didn’t seem like anything to worry about.
This meant I could save my skills with long cooldowns, and there was less risk of exposing our full strength to our enemies.
Most importantly, I could take advantage of the fact that all health and divine power would be restored after each match.
‘If I win with a lot of divine power left, I can stack more buffs.’
The duration of the buffs would be applied at their maximum, so I didn’t have to worry about the timers resetting.
With the bracket announcement over, everyone was transported to their individual party rooms.
Whoosh!!
*
The room was a bit large and luxurious for just four people.
A large monitor was on the front wall, with a plush sofa and a table in the center.
If the lighting were different, it would have felt like an expensive karaoke room.
“I’m taking the controller. Any objections?”
"Do whatever."
"Go ahead."
We could watch the other teams’ matches on the screen in front of us. Since we could see what the other parties were doing, hiding our full strength could be a strategy in itself.
Of course, you could get eliminated if you held back too much, so you had to gauge your opponents well and plan carefully.
The match between Squad 1 and Squad 2 was starting right away.
They were potential opponents if we advanced, so we all watched intently.
[The match will now begin.]
Their map was a simple mountainous terrain.
A straightforward battle with a small mountain in the center.
It was a small mountain that an Awakener could reach the summit of in a minute or two. Since holding the high ground was advantageous, you had to either charge up quickly or give it up and secure a different position.
Was there such a thing as a draw?
There were no draws. The map wasn't that large, so after 20 minutes, it would go to a decision.
Unless the winner was clear, both teams would be treated as having lost, so most teams tried to settle things within that time.
And, while we all thought there would be some kind of terrain-based strategy… contrary to our expectations…
“Allahu Akbar!!!”
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
An Islamic Awakener suddenly flew through the sky and self-destructed right in the middle of the Christians’ formation!
Unluckily for them, he had been hidden by the trees, and they had never predicted someone would fly over the mountain from the very start.
The explosion was powerful enough to gouge out a deep chunk of the mountainside, killing one person and leaving the other three heavily injured as they struggled to their feet.
Just as they were about to heal each other with divine power, more figures shot out from the sky.
“Allahu Akbar!!!”
“Allahu Akbar!!!”
“Allahu Akbar!!!”
KABOOOM!!
BOOM!!!
BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
[Squad 2 is victorious.]
The Islamic party… had won!
“No, you’ve got to be kidding me! What kind of strategy is that?”
- lololol
- Holy shit lololol
- Those prepared to die vs. those who wanted to live
- That’s fucking insane
- Do they think they’re Infected Marines or something?;;
- They won like that?
- Wait, they all self-destructed, how did they win?
- Looks like the others were already dead before the last one blew himself up…
- Wow… the ones who came to Seoul were gentlemen compared to these guys
Looking down at the map, half of the small mountain had been completely obliterated.
‘What the hell, how did they even learn a skill like that?’
In the Tower, your own life is the most important thing. There was no need to learn a self-destruct skill, and nowhere to use it. But these guys had all learned it!
[The match between Squad 3 and Squad 4 will now begin.]
“Do-hee, it’s our turn.”
“Ah, right. Let’s go wipe the floor with them.”
[Transporting to the battlefield.]
Whoosh!
Our opponents were the Mexican gang members who had sexually harassed me.
The terrain was an ordinary field. We could see the enemies in the distance.
"Dotamuk, you and Woo-sik go take care of them."
My party members were already strong.
But with my buffs, they were now about 1.5 to 2 times stronger.
My plan was to avoid fighting as much as possible.
What? You think they’ve already analyzed me from watching the stream?
‘No, you can’t truly understand it without experiencing it firsthand.’
Analysis?
Let them see what it’s like to get their asses kicked for real.