Chapter 296: He's a Legend (1)

Chapter 296: He's a Legend (1)

1.

Witness A.

First testimony.

Th-The Sword Emperor? Yeah, famous.

The magic boy, with his bangs half-covering his face, stuttered.

I personally witnessed the Sword Emperor shattering the sixth spire It was incredible. With just a swing of his sword, the tower, heavily coated with all sorts of magic, just crumbled to pieces. Ah! It must have been the first and last time the Elder got that angry. Hmm. I was really pleased that all those despicable people in the 6th branch died, but as a result, my entire lineage was wiped out, blocking my path to success. In the end, after decades, I was stuck cleaning sewers for 131 years.

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Second testimony.

I dont know why youre asking this.

The librarian with an irritable look sighed.

The Sword Constellation commonly known as the Sword Emperor, is so famous that itd be strange if someone didnt know him. His fame was probably ten times that of what Constellation Killer enjoys now. Anyway, he was the only one who went beyond the 99th floor. I honestly think he cleared the 100th floor. Huh? Why was such a psychopath famous? What are you talking about? Why have you been making such a disgusted face since earlier?

Witness C.

Third testimony.

-I never particularly wanted to become a Constellation.

The worlds biggest troublemaker blabbered.

-I dont know when it started, but people began to worship me. And somehow, I ended up becoming a Constellation? Well, thats a story for later. Anyway. The conclusion is that I am an incredibly great guy. A true savior, you know, Zombie. Even if I just stay still, I am revered as a god.

Since this testimony from the witness is utterly useless, it is classified as nonsense.

This world is rotten!

Really, why have you been acting like that since earlier? Ah, you too were personally chosen by the Tower Master. It makes sense youre a bit strange.

[Assistant Writer] muttered, watching me fall into despair in real-time.

This is the hideout of the Hamustra believers.

A secret base reached after descending into an underground cave for quite a while. There were no decent buildings or furniture. Just some mats spread on the cave floor and a few simple canned goods.

But just being here seemed to reassure the believers, as they exclaimed, Ah, Thank goodness, Thanks to the Mr. Savior, we could return alive from that hell! and so on.

Thank you so much! Our lives are all indebted to the Mr. Savior!

Ahaha. Dont mention it.

Normally, I would have calmly accepted their gratitude. But now, a magnitude 5 earthquake was happening on my face. The Sword Emperor Religion. The fact that such a religion existed in this universe had shocked and terrified me to the point of nearly losing my mind.

Barely hanging onto my sanity, I spoke up.

Hmm. Then, everyone should return to their own worlds now.

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The believers glanced at each other at my completely normal remark.

Uh, Mr. Savior. The thing is

Im sorry. But we have no world to return to.

The Assistant Writer explained.

The Magic Tower invaded and turned it into a colony. Long ago, there were rebellions, but thats a story from hundreds of years ago. Now, there are only traitors who collaborate with the Magic Tower to enjoy wealth and honor. Even if we wanted to return theres no place to go back to. And we dont want to.

Huh.

I was somewhat surprised. A colony.

I had anticipated it to some extent, but it was really possible for a tower to conquer another worlds tower.

Thats why people like us can only stay on the 50th floor.

The Assistant Writer leaned on his forehead and sighed.

We cant flee to the lower floors. There are plenty waiting to capture us and offer us to the Magic Tower. Nor can we move to the higher floors.

Why? Cant you just complete the quest and move on to the 51st floor?

You. You really are a newbie who just arrived here.

The Assistant Writer looked at me with eyes full of wonder.

Really, you know nothing. Well, it could be that your acting skills are just extraordinary. Until a moment ago, I thought you were a hidden master who had come down to the 50th floor in disguise.

What is she talking about?

That, intruder sir.

The magic boy spoke from beside me, his face troubled.

And the words that came out of the boys mouth far exceeded my expectations.

There has been no hunter who cleared the 50th floor since 150 years ago.

What?

I mean, specifically, no hunter who isnt affiliated with the Magic Tower. To clear the 50th floor, you have to be associated with the Magic Tower or at least not be its enemy.

Really? For 150 years? How is that possible?

The Magic Tower, they are blocking the quest.

The magic boy fidgeted with his staff, looking anxious.

You must have had a person in charge for each of the stages youve been through so far. A responsible Constellation But beyond the 50th floor, theres no such helpful guide. You have to find a Constellation yourself, win their favor, get recognized by them, and then complete their quest to pass.

No. Wait a minute. Thats strange.

I frowned.

[Failure], [Failure], [Failure].

The [Irregular Route Quests], actively undertaken until 100 years ago, began to decrease at some point. No, they rapidly diminished. Eventually updating once every 10 years, then every 20 years

And then they vanished.

The last Irregular Route Quest was issued 31 years ago.

The Assistant Writer snapped his fingers.

Like a lie, the fluttering sheets in the air disappeared.

We actively encouraged participation in quests, but even thats ineffective now. Since Hamustra disappeared, weve been too busy taking care of our own lives Now this city, the 50th stage, is literally a place where time has stagnated.

Why?

I had to ask.

Why would the Magic Tower do this? What benefit do they gain from such actions?

A lot.

The Assistant Writer replied immediately.

By enforcing this [Regular Route], they fill the floors beyond the 50th with their allied forces. This way, not the Constellations, but the Magic Tower monopolizes the progression of the tower. And a perpetual monopoly brings enormous benefits.

But

Right.

Did she guess what I was about to say?

The Assistant Writer nodded quietly in agreement with me.

Its boring.

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Deathly boring. So dull. Tedious. Stale and stiflingly monotonous.

Initially scoffing at the idea of a regular route, the Assistant Writer let out a sigh.

Ever since the Magic Tower started ruling over the Monopolized City, aside from the brief period of chaos brought by the Sword Emperor, theres been hardly any fun. Thats why we, the librarians, resist the Magic Tower.

The Assistant Writer smirked bitterly, looking around.

Less than ten believers were there, healing their bodies wounded from imprisonment. All of them looked ragged. On their faces, there was a sense of relief just to have survived.

We, as I call it, is all thats left now.

Is that so.

I understand.

I looked up.

To others, it might seem like I was lamenting to the empty air, but in my eyes, Bae Hu-ryeong was visible.

Why you shattered the Magic Tower.

-Hmm.

It wasnt just for fun, causing havoc.

-Well, seeing that Elders face contort was pretty amusing.

Bae Hu-ryeong was lying long across the air, using it as his bed.

-I didnt expect that after I disappeared, not a single newcomer would defeat the Magic Tower. Well, I was a bit exceptionally strong.

Why didnt you destroy everything instead of just one spire?

-Thats obvious. Im not a nanny spoon-feeding kids.

Bae Hu-ryeong spoke indifferently.

-If the Magic Tower are bastards, then what about those who cant defeat those bastards? And what about those who become dogs of those bastards, panting while breaking through the 50th floor?

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-Hey. Kim Zombie, you might not feel it because youre doing well, but these guys are also hunters. Hunters who have made it up to the 50th floor. Strong ones. Their novice days ended long ago; they should be able to take care of themselves.

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-By destroying one spire, Ive already done my part.

Indeed.

That was such a Bae Hu-ryeong-like thing to say, and I nodded in agreement. Perhaps Bae Hu-ryeong and I werent so different.

Would you leave them to be responsible for themselves? Or would you help them stand up and take responsibility?

It seemed that only our last attitude was what differentiated him from me.

Assistant Writer.

Huh?

I have a request.

That one difference made me speak up.

Please call at least one believer from each sect, including the Sword Emperor Religion.

I can do that, but why?

I am a hunter. A hunter has things they must do.

I knew what I wanted to do.

I will ascend to the next stage.

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