#59. 4th Floor (1).
The structure of the 4th floor consists entirely of “rooms.”
It’s not like you should picture some cozy living room. Think of it as a single, abstract concept.
“About twenty pyong—pretty spacious.”
I’d expected it to be roomy based on what I’d read, but it was even bigger than my imagination.
With a thousand by a thousand of these “rooms,” you could easily estimate the scale of the 4th floor.
Each one could be decorated to your liking—turn it into a fortress or recreate the scent of your hometown.
It was your own private space, after all.
Of course, it wasn’t a safe zone.
No one could be trusted on the 4th floor.
That’s why you had to build power.
The more rooms you owned, the stronger the buffs for you and the harsher the debuffs for anyone who challenged you.
Player: Kim Jinwu (4★)
Current owned rooms: 1
Current room: 512. 112.
Owner of 512. 112.: Player Kim Jinwu
Strength + Lv.1
That buff applied no matter which room I was in.
One room meant a Strength boost.
The more rooms I owned, the bigger the advantages in Agility, Mana, and everything else.
The flip side was that stepping into someone else’s room canceled out their debuffs.
“It’s been like this from the very start.”
The system was built for exploitation.
Existing players who already owned rooms had an unfair edge.
But even in a stagnant ecosystem, anomalies appeared.
The 4th floor was no exception.
And those anomalies were, of course, Yu Dahui—the regressor.
My current room had a cave-like feel to it.
Because I hadn’t filled it yet.
The walls were made of dirt, with doors on all four sides.
Through those doors you could move to other rooms.
Or they could come to you.
Attack or alliance.
Early on, attacks were far more common.
Players would raid a newbie’s room to capture them as slaves.
Just like now.
Crash—!
The door on one side burst open without me explaining anything.
A guy kicked it down and stormed in.
“You bastard! Hand over everything! Your room too!”
Give up your room and you become a slave.
The system didn’t brand you as a slave, but taking only the room was extremely rare.
Most times they’d just shackle you and enslave you.
The attacker was a dark elf.
A male dark elf.
Unlike regular elves, dark elves were cunning and vicious—higher survival rate.
Elves were too trusting and got exploited everywhere before dying.
“Kamui!”
“Pluto’s Hand activates!”
“⟨ Pluto’s Hand ⟩”
Black hands clamped down on him from all directions.
Dimension travel?
No way that existed.
“Kuaaaaaaargh!”
His body was squeezed from head to toe like a dry towel.
Since Pluto’s Hand let my full Strength apply, beating someone weaker than me by this much was almost effortless.
Splat— Splat—.
Blood poured out everywhere.
Player “Kuroin” has been killed.
I claimed the room that belonged to the dead dark elf.
This was how you took rooms—by killing the owner.
Usually you didn’t slaughter people just to build a harem.
If they asked whether they wanted to be a slave or dead, most chose slave.
Terminology had been sanitized to make “5-star citizen” sound decent.
“Alright, I’ve got the direction now.”
Every room had a unique number.
512. 112 meant the room on horizontal 512 and vertical 112.
The dark elf who just gave me his room was on 512. 111.
“So the north is that way.”
Dark elves came from the north.
I naturally headed for 512. 111.
Since it was now mine, I figured I should at least check it out.
“Hooh.”
The dark elf wasn’t just fooling around.
He looked like he’d been up here for a while.
A nicely decorated room greeted me.
“Not an elf at all, huh?”
He’d planted trees and built a little hut using the coins he had.
There was even a totem that looked like a monster.
Typical dark-elf taste.
“First, I should decorate my own room too.”
On the 4th floor you could use the system shop, so decorating was easy.
I just needed time.
Since I was only stopping by briefly, I bought cave dust and sprinkled it.
Gray powder rose and formed a cliff.
In one corner, a nice-looking cave appeared.
The room was empty, so it looked weird without something in front.
I should make a beach too.
Right away I bought a bag of sand and poured it.
“I should get sea water powder too.”
After the beach was done, the room felt a bit empty.
Impulse buy.
I bought sea water powder and sprinkled it evenly over the dirt floor.
“Scatter, sea breeze!”
I dumped a huge amount on the opposite side of the cave.
The more sea water powder I added, the deeper the water got.
Eventually a pond-like sea was formed.
Oh, and waves came too.
“Regeno.”
My own little island was complete.
Aside from the dirt walls, it was like a resort.
“I should plant some palm trees.”
The romance of a deserted island.
Palm trees were essential, even if I wouldn’t actually eat any.
“Whew.”
After finishing, I felt pretty satisfied.
This was what decorating rooms was all about.
Regressors were going to disappear anyway.
But I’d still put in maximum effort.
“I’ll think about 111 later.”
I didn’t feel like doing any more labor right now.
I was ready to head in a different direction.
“East? West?”
Where I’d meet someone was random.
I could run into a ridiculously strong player and get brutally killed, or a weak one and peacefully expand my territory.
Unskilled players just stayed in their rooms and endured.
“Coins keep coming.”
The important thing on the 4th floor was that coins were automatically paid based on how many rooms you owned.
I hadn’t done any hunting or anything, yet I was getting coins.
Of course, it was barely enough to keep me alive.
I used those automatic coins to call my slaves.
Even on the 4th floor, a society was running.
East, west, south.
One of the three directions was the only choice.
“Screw it, I don’t know.”
I went wherever my dick was pointing.
I pictured Yu Dahui’s ass.
Instant erection!
I focused my senses.
Followed the throbbing blood in my shaft.
“Okay.”
East.
I headed east.
My dick pointed east.
I kicked open the door without hesitation.
This room was probably 513. 112.
Northwest of zero, zero.
Squeak—.
I gently pushed the door open.
A sinister aura poured out.
“……”
Empty.
No one inside.
It was just a normal farmland.
One person was working in the field.
Current room: 513. 112.
Owner: Player Christina Luminus
Strength, Agility, Mana – Lv.15
My body suddenly felt heavy.
The owner of 513. 112. was a familiar name—Christina Luminus.
Byun Ryan’s childhood friend.
The saintess who appeared in the novel too.
“I’m not meeting her anytime soon.”
Each stat was reduced by fifteen levels.
That meant the room had a hundred or more units.
Even the saintess couldn’t possibly keep track of everything happening at the edge of so many rooms.
“Hello.”
“Hmm, hihihi…? Uh…!”
I casually walked up to the woman.
The woman singing an off-key tune startled when she saw me.
Her outfit was clearly off—faded blouse and a puffy long skirt.
A player living a normal life through field work.
Even in this disheveled state she looked pretty.
“She probably got her womb warmed in the Tower of Struggle.”
She must have had some semen on her.
“As expected, my dick.”
She found my shaft perfectly.
This was the power of Shinsung…?
“Who are you…?”
The woman stood up quickly.
She brushed off the dirt on her hands and scanned me from head to toe.
Her eyes were full of caution.
Upon closer look, she was a beastkin.
Her beastkin blood was diluted, so the features were minimal.
Only her hands and feet showed the traits.
“If I strip her, it might be different.”
She could have a lot of fur.
p>I was looking forward to it.
“I just came up a moment ago. I entered one room and it connected here…”
“Ah, so you’re a newbie?”
“This is my first time on the 4th floor, so I guess I can call myself a newbie.”
“Wow, that’s great!”
The beastkin woman clapped lightly in delight.
Even in her puffy long skirt, her sturdy hips stood out.
Womb made for childbirth, pelvis made for birth.
“This room belongs to Miss Christina. Compared to those wild players, Miss Christina is a saint—a literal saint!”
“Christina…?”
“You just came up, so it’s natural you don’t know. Miss Christina helps weak people and supports them to become independent.”
The beastkin woman chattered nonstop about Christina.
Was guiding a newbie that rewarding?
“I also just came up to the 4th floor and got caught by some guy. If my room is taken I have no choice…”
“What’s your name?”
“Torvi.”
“Torvi, since you just came up you should have a room, right?”
“Yes.”
“That room is extremely important. If you’re not part of a room, you’ll die.”
“You have to be part of a room somehow.”
Had I forgotten that?
My memory was hazy.
I hadn’t asked Elena, and like Yu Dahui I hadn’t made any big plans.
I was just going to wear a mask and prepare.
“You mean die?”
“Yes, I die.”
The beastkin woman explained.
Some of the information I’d blacked out on the 4th floor started filling in.
“So that’s how it is.”
To survive, you had to become a slave.
That rule was accurate.
But there was a missing condition.
“If a day passes without any room at all, the Tower of Struggle will take your life.
If your room is taken, you have to go under the person who took it to keep living.”
It was a clear reason.
If you had no room of your own, you couldn’t wander aimlessly.
You had to own at least one.
“Also, the owner must stay in the room. If it’s not maintained for over a day, the entire room becomes a neutral room.”
There were complicated details.
I’d need time to sort through them.
“But before that…”
My dick was howling.
When was the last time I hadn’t just taken her?
It was urging me to do it now.
Crash!
Crash!
My brother was shouting for me to take her.
Even if I lived without looking back, this was Christina Luminus’s room.
A woman under her protection.
If I messed with her for no reason…
“Torvi…?”
Naturally I pushed the beastkin woman against the wall.
Even with her fifteen levels reduced, she was still easy to handle.
She couldn’t resist my strength and leaned back against the wall.
“What’s your name?”
“W-why… why are you doing this…?”
“What’s your name?”
“Sally… Torvi, why are you so scary…”
I gently stroked her trembling cheek.
It was soft.
“How should I set up this scene?”
The opponent was Christina Luminus.
A woman once called a saint in another world.
A woman who was too kind to the point of madness.
I would be furious at rape, slavery, murder, arson, and all serious crimes.
How could I justify raping her?
“Good.”
My shaft began to shine.
Sometimes people said a halo appeared on the saintess—now my shaft had absorbed that passive effect.
“Is Christina a saintess?”
“Yes, yes. She helps difficult people and takes care of them. Torvi, surely Miss Christina…”
“If she’s a saintess, what do you think I am in Sally’s eyes?”
I lowered my pants.
My shaft was shining brightly.
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Sally’s pupils trembled.
She glanced alternately between my lower body and my face.
And she answered.
“Y-you pervert… I’m a rapist…”