A Wimp’s Strategy Guide to Conquer the Tower (Novel) - Chapter 162
Chapter 162
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Translated by Jinmu
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It was a flashy clear.
The entire jungle flared up.
Mackenzie who ended up exhausted.
And with good reason.
It’s because he squeezed his mana down to his very soul to continuously cast 3 fearsome wide-area fire magics too urgently.
We all returned to the penthouse together, but Mackenzie lay spread-eagled in the living room.
‘He overdid it.’
He probably thought of it as a chance.
So he must have squeezed out every ounce of his strength to cast the magics.
Unsummoning them all in bulk so they could rest comfortably in the White Tower.
Spot! Spot! Spot…….
A moment passed.
When Mackenzie composed himself and got up in the White Tower.
“Aigoo, if we did clears twice it would kill a person. Anyway, you worked hard.”
“D, don’t mention it.”
“It was more powerful than a nuclear explosion?”
“How could it possibly compare to a nuke. It’s merely playing with fire. Ha-ha-ha.”
Even while saying so, Mackenzie became fully encouraged by Joo-hyuk’s praise, naturally the spotlight shining on him.
The other summoned entities continued their barrage of praises too.
“You’re fiery! A macho man, a macho man!”
“You worked hard. …Would you like to have a drink together today?”
“Mackenzie-nim, you set up a great merit. My anticipation going forward is extremely high.”
“Let’s continue going together. Heigh-ho!”
Mackenzie also responded.
“Heigh-ho!”
The re-evaluation finally achieved.
A mind that became at ease at last.
Confidence creeping up slowly at the same time.
What did that bitch Mari say?
What, I wouldn’t be recognized in climbing clears?
But I was recognized?
I tried it and it worked?
It’s only the beginning.
Although it’s disadvantageous for leather gathering clears due to the nature of fire magic, in mass killing clear missions like the 83rd floor, he is unrivaled.
He completely occupied one spot.
He won’t be marginalized going forward.
“By the way, what were you making when you were summoned earlier?”
Mackenzie grinning ssi-ik.
Come to think of it, he had one more merit to set up.
“It is an artifact.”
Joo-hyuk tilting his head.
What kind of artifact in the world is it.
Even a moment ago he was so engrossed in it that he didn’t even notice he was summoned.
“By any chance, what kind?”
“To become even a little bit of help to our family’s livelihood, I made a product that can be sold on the market.”
He then pulled out two bracelets from his bosom.
“Also known as the Escape Obesity Bracelet!”
Jja-jan!
The bracelets floating up along with music.
One of the two bracelets was silver, and the other a dull dark gray color.
Both sparkled twinkling while slowly rotating in midair.
He really does everything; Mackenzie bestowing special effects even on the artifact he created himself now.
“An item that balances the body and stimulates metabolism to make you slowly lose weight if you wear it on your wrist!”
He seemed like a home shopping show host.
“You’re asking if it’s expensive because it’s made of orichalcum metal? No!”
The darkish bracelet popped out tuk.
“This is a bracelet made of adamant. There’s almost no performance difference from orichalcum.”
Adamant is the most common among tower metals.
Also scattered all over the White Tower warehouse.
“Moreover, since it shows sufficient effects with regular mana stones, it also has a production cost reduction effect, making it extremely cheap.”
Amazing.
As expected of a 9-circle magician.
“…You are saying let’s sell this in the market, right?”
“Yes, as a health bracelet. There’s no need to receive pharmaceutical approval either.”
It’s a good plan.
It might actually make even more money than the leather business.
“Though there’s one drawback.”
“What is it?”
“Since it’s a regular mana stone, the enchant valid duration is about 3 months.”
Isn’t that better?
Since they have to buy a new bracelet once every 3 months.
How many obese people are there worldwide?
An enormous number.
It doesn’t simply just make you lose weight.
Diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol… people become healthier.
It’s equivalent to saving lives.
The problem is.
‘Mass production must be possible, though…….’
Seemed like Mackenzie knew that point as well.
“As for the bracelets serving as the body, we can custom order them from outside and bring them in in bulk.”
Enchant magic isn’t difficult.
As long as the groove to insert the mana stone, and the intaglio part to fill in the powder, are made.
“What if someone copies the formula verbatim and makes it?”
“It doesn’t activate just by drawing the formula.”
The important things are the high-purity mana stone powder refined by an alchemist.
And decisively the enchant magic spell that activates the formula.
He said it doesn’t manifest any effect without these two.
Then should we commission the body to the player shop workshop?
If we order from there and bring them in…….
Right at that moment!
“Ho-e,”
Rajix raising his hand shyly.
“Yes?”
“I’ll make the bracelets. Ho-e.”
“Eng?”
“I can make a lot. Hoo-e-e-e.”
That’s right.
Blacksmith repair was also among the skills Rajix possessed.
He also had the experience of repairing the Holy Sword.
“Can you really mass produce them?”
“Ho-eng!”
“Aiy, there’s nothing our farmhand-nim can’t do.”
“Hoo-e.”
“Let’s try making a workshop first.”
Running a factory in the White Tower to produce bracelets.
Doesn’t this mean it’s possible to mass-produce an item stripped of the ‘tower-exclusive’ modifier to our heart’s content?
At this sight, Mackenzie felt a bitter sentiment.
To think Rajix even does blacksmithing production?
There really is nothing he can’t do.
An all-rounder worker and the universe’s great farmhand.
Let’s abandon beating him for the time being.
Rajix’s position is currently an immovable number one.
So what Mackenzie is aiming for is number two.
‘Being the number 2 is sufficient.’
Since he’d be stepping on 10 people below him.
Meanwhile, Joo-hyuk was immensely satisfied.
As expected, since good people are by his side, everything proceeds smoothly and swiftly.
However, verification must be done.
Not that I don’t trust the 9-circle magician, though.
‘I need to experiment to see if it really works…….’
It might be misunderstood as pseudoscience.
Things like germanium bracelets, negative ion generators, hexagonal water, EMF blocking stickers.
‘Targeting ordinary people rather than players.’
At that, Cossack spoke.
“Please give me one of the two, sir.”
“Yes?”
“I have a well-known obese person around me, sir. It’s optimal for a test subject, sir.”
“Ah!”
I know who it is.
“He must be healthy, sir. At least until the North and South unify.”
That’s good.
I’ll give one to Chairman Kim In-jung and test it.
What about the other one?
Joo-hyuk also thought of a person.
Likewise, a person he wished would be healthy and run his company for a long, long time.
‘I should give it to CEO Jeong Dong-hoon-nim.’
Anyway.
I can’t just stand still.
“Great Magician Mackenzie Dronac-nim!”
“Eum? Why…….”
“Step forward.”
“Uh-eo… surely?”
Joo-hyuk took out one Platinum Badge from his inventory.
“Heok!”
Hu-da-dak!
Mackenzie came running and stood stiffly straight.
“Because you splendidly disposed of the 83rd floor Giant Queen Spider Arachnoid, and exerted effort in creating the Escape Obesity Artifact to procure operational funds for the White Tower 17th floor, as a merit for this, a Platinum Badge is awarded.”
Grand background music resounding at the same time.
Jjan, jja-ra-jan-jan, jjan-jjan-ra-ra-ra.
Peong-peong!
A miniature fireworks display in midair.
Mackenzie pushed his chest out ssu-uk.
The sparkling Platinum Badge.
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!
The summoned entities genuinely congratulating him.
“Now, let’s party.”
Let’s play to our heart’s content.
And.
“Mackenzie-nim. Do you perhaps drink alcohol?”
“I’m a heavy drinker.”
Assa!
One more drinking buddy increased.
Actually, it’s two old men, though.
Well, what’s wrong with that.
Grilling meat, swimming in the pool, enjoying sunbathing, those who want to watch movies watching movies.
Jjo-reu-reuk.
Joo-hyuk poured a drink for the main character of the day, Mackenzie, first.
“Aigoo, I feel so honored.”
And for Gwangma too.
Jjo-reu-reuk.
Alcohol definitely tastes better when 3 people drink together.
We wouldn’t even need side dishes.
Mackenzie was happy.
The Summoner’s praise, the badge, plus the alcohol he poured himself.
Isn’t he fully qualified with this much?
Thought he’s about number three.
He must firmly solidify his position as number 2.
In that case, who should he surpass.
‘Gwangma?’
No.
He’s heard stories too.
When Gwangma first came out into the world, he made the Summoner’s mood extremely unpleasant, so he couldn’t even come out a few times stuck with the lowest star rating.
Gwangma is not a target of threat.
He can easily win.
‘That princess fairy is…….’
She uses a mysterious talisman art but is not as good as himself.
In addition, the barbarian warrior who’s only strong, the foul-mouthed elf who doesn’t come out of her room, the magic gunner with amazing visual appearances.
Then there’s one person left.
The assassin Cossack.
The bastard who sticks right next to the Summoner during every clear and spews all kinds of flattery.
That bastard is the Summoner’s confidant and the current number 2.
He has to surpass Cossack.
Only then can he rise to the position of the Universe’s Great Magician, the number 2, right after the number 1 Universe’s Great Farmhand.
What should he do to put that bastard under his feet?
It’s difficult to command a flashy gift of the gab like him, though.
Right when he was agonizing like that!
“Pl, Player Bong-nim.”
Stopping his swim, Cossack hurriedly ran to the drinking gathering.
“Yes?”
Grinning sil-sil and with a stealthy whispering tone.
“Did you meet Jin-sook, sir?”
“…….”
Joo-hyuk was startled heum-chit.
What’s this?
How did he know?
‘Don’t tell me?’
Hwik! He turned his head and looked at Veronica.
She lowered her head and avoided his eyes.
It’s Sergeant Be.
“I heard everything from Sergeant Be, sir.”
“…Th, that was by chance.”
“Where is an accident in the world, sir? It is all fate, sir.”
What are you talking about?
Fate my ass!
“…The world is smaller than you think. Met her somehow.”
However, Cossack continued speaking with a constant bright smile.
“How was seeing Jin-sook in person, sir?”
“…She was worse than Sergeant Be, though?”
“Of course, sir! Who beats Sergeant Be, sir? You are in big trouble if you set your standards based on Sergeant Be, sir.”
“…That’s true.”
Is it just Sergeant Be?
There’s Tiamat who’s of succubus origin, Gyeon Dal-rae who has matured considerably after being promoted to a fairy recently, and Mari who is an elf by birth although I couldn’t see her face closely.
“With that meaning, how about meeting Jin-sook seriously, sir?”
“Wh, what ridiculous nonsense…….”
“I am not telling you to marry her, sir. I also oppose Jin-sook as the Madam, sir. Still, should you not try dating since you were born a macho man, sir?”
“…….”
Honestly, I dated her and even married her.
We even had 5 children.
Sent them to kindergarten, graduated them from school, got them jobs, and even saw grandchildren.
Of course, all in my imagination.
Anyway.
Who are you giving dating advice to now?
“Well, even so, I don’t want to hear advice from someone single since birth.”
“Aiy, Player Bong-nim, you did not know? Do you know how popular I am, sir.”
What?
“When I appear in downtown Pyongyang, women run toward me while shedding trailing tears, calling out Comrade Minister of the People’s Armed Forces, sir! It is an uproar asking me to hug them, sir. It is to the point I cannot even walk forward, sir.”
“…….”
Doesn’t seem like a lie.
Where are you bragging?
Whack! Should I unsummon him?
“Shall I get Jin-sook’s phone number for you, sir?”
“Goodness! Am I in a situation to date right now? Huh? Do you know how much work I have to do, huh? I have to decorate the 17th floor, climb the upper floors, and how complicated my mind is at the thought of manufacturing and selling the Escape Obesity Bracelets, huh? Huh!”
“…S, sorry, sir.”
Who says I don’t want to date.
It’s just my standards have gotten too high, and when I try talking to women my unique loser boy nature comes out so I only stutter.
It’s not that I don’t, but I can’t.
‘Ey, shit, ruining the taste of the alcohol.’
Joo-hyuk criticizing Cossack with his eyes, not words.
Would the quick-witted summoned entities miss this perfect opportunity.
Running over in a swarm and pointing fingers at Cossack.
“Unbelievable. Acting up as if he’s a dating expert himself.”
“What popularity for someone of his standing, they’re rushing him trusting his background as the Minister of the People’s Armed Forces.”
“Would he have ever dated a woman, sir? Saying -seum-da, -im-da at the end of every sentence, who would like it, sir.”
“He’s asking for a beating. A beating.”
“The warrior finds the assassin pathetic.”
“I should have done a random summon without expanding the catalog.”
“Right. Then he would have been deleted.”
“We must sew Cossack-nim’s mouth shut at this opportunity, sir. He is the root of all evil, sir.”
“What sewn shut, put a grenade in his mouth and blow it up.”
“Ho-e-e-aek!”
“Keong-keong! Keu-reu-reung!”
Cossack not knowing what to do.
“Ah, ah, no, sir. It is a misunderstanding, sir. What I meant was…….”
Rolling his eyeballs dele-de-gul making excuses and trying hard to escape the situation, but would it work?
Joo-hyuk stayed still.
He deserves to be cursed.
At that moment!
Tti-ring!
A message arriving on the tablet.
Opening it to check.
A message from Mari.
However, it wasn’t for him.
She sent it asking to convey it to Cossack instead.
“Eou.”
Curses too difficult even to mouth.
I should show it to the person involved.
“Cossack-ssi?”
“Yes, y-yes, sir?”
“It’s a message from Mari-ssi. Read it.”
Cossack also seeming to have guessed what it’s about.
“…Is it not okay if I do not read it, sir?”
“Here.”
Squinting as he read the tablet chat room window.
“Eou.”
Cossack tightly closed his eyes.
Full of curses from start to finish.
“Punishment must be handed down.”
“Show him an example.”
“It seems it would be good to cut off Cossack’s neck while we are at it and find out where they stay during the 100 days of unsummonable status.”
Cossack suffering helplessly.
Gulp.
Mackenzie watching that swallowed dry saliva.
He totally sobered up.
The image of the nominal and actual number 2 of the summoned entities falling into the abyss with a slip of the tongue.
He was being bitten and torn up worse than himself.
Should he be happy?
Not a chance!
He too, could end up like Cossack anytime.
He had experienced it too.
This place is a demon’s den.
Even if you do well a hundred times, slip once and you’re publicly humiliated on the spot.
‘It’s thin ice.’
He needs to be extremely tense.
Let’s abandon things like greed.
Number 2 my foot!
As long as he doesn’t slip down to the bottom, it’s a good defense.
Right at that moment!
Spot!
A person appearing on the 17th floor of the White Tower.
“Oh! Ex-Director Jeon!”
“The monthly rent resident is here.”
“Ho-e!”
It was Jeon Gwang-il.
He makes sure to visit once or twice a day recently.
Because Joo-hyuk issued him a monthly rent pass.
“Euhm, did I come at a bad time?”
“Aiy, no, sir. You came right on time, sir. Our Director Jeon-nim!”
Cossack hurriedly ran to greet him.
It was a fortunate thing.
Since the barrage of criticism stopped thanks to Director Jeon Gwang-il.
Joo-hyuk also expressing his gladness.
“Welcome. Come here and have a drink.”
“…Uh, I have to drive my car so.”
“You can just call a designated driver.”
Another drinking buddy.
A drinking gathering with 4 people gathered.
The atmosphere was gradually getting better.
Perhaps because of that, the alcohol just flows in.
The subtle intoxication rising.
Gwangma had taught him how to dispel the intoxication by circulating internal energy, but he didn’t want to do that.
Why sober up and waste alcohol?
Even if he passes out while drinking.
Jeon Gwang-il also seemed to be in a good mood.
“Elders, I will mix a glass of somaek wonderfully for you.”
“Heo-heo-heo, civil servants mix somaek well indeed.”
“For doing national work, and taking care of the aftermath for our Summoner. You suffer a lot.”
“It’s naturally work I must do, it’s nothing!”
Jeon Gwang-il now gets along casually with the summoned entities as well.
Feeling proud looking at that sight.
‘The alcohol tastes perfect today?’
This is all because there’s the private 17th floor of the White Tower.
Joo-hyuk looking around with faint, distant eyes.
The space he’s currently making, his own city.
‘Hmm.’
Something feels slightly lacking.
Isn’t there something representing this place?
Suddenly, the 61-story Gangnam-daero building he copied while going to meet CEO Jeong Dong-hoon came to mind.
A 1-trillion building.
Even after buying it, he couldn’t even go there a few times.
‘Since I even copied it too.’
It would be nice to paste it over there.
‘Should I try?’
[The cost to paste the relevant building is 50t of High-Grade Mana Stones. Do you want to execute?]
‘…….’
50 tons.
It’s a lot.
Converted to the market price of High-Grade Mana Stones, it’s money exceeding 100 billion.
‘Should I paste this, or not?’
Actually, decorating the 17th floor of the White Tower is one thing, but he was planning to construct an elevator.
The installation cost is 300 tons of High-Grade Mana Stones.
The High-ma gathered currently slightly exceeds 200 tons.
‘Honestly, I am curious.’
Where you’re moved to if you ride the elevator.
A truly different parallel universe dimension?
Or just simply vertical movement in the White Tower?
‘But if I use 50 tons here…….’
The elevator installation will be delayed, right.
Would the past be worth it?
‘Why wouldn’t it? Have I ever moved while weighing up value?’
What’s 50 tons, I can gather it quickly.
Who am I?
Am I not the macho man of the White Tower!
Joo-hyuk overflowing with emotion.
His chest expanding.
“Aigoo, Gwangma-nim’s glass is empty.”
“The alcohol poured by Director Jeon tastes exceptionally good.”
“Ha-ha-ha, then I must pour you another glass.”
“What about me?”
“I will pour for Mackenzie-nim right away too.”
Leaving the people to drink alcohol.
Joo-hyuk jumped up and walked away hwi-jeok-hwi-jeok.
Raising his hand, estimating the location.
“Paste goes!”
What are you talking about?
The people stopping drinking and looking at Joo-hyuk.
“Rise! Heo-i-jja!!!”
It was then.
U-u-u-u-ung!
The vibrating ground of the 17th floor of the White Tower.
Cha-cha-chak! Cha-chak!
Because it was so large, a skyscraper building starting to attach from the bottom part.
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-chak! Cha-cha-cha-cha-chak!
It rapidly grew up into the sky as if rising from beneath the ground.
It’s a building.
Sudden and unexpectedly a super-large building was being erected in a flat space where nothing existed.
The summoned entities stopping what they were doing and just looking blankly at this breathtaking spectacle.
What’s that?
They knew about copy and paste to some extent too, but…….
Deol-deol-deol-deol.
Jeon Gwang-il’s two hands, which were holding the alcohol into Gwangma’s glass, trembled.
Ju-reu-reu-reuk.
Gwangma not even knowing his glass was overflowing.
Tti-ring!
Above Mackenzie’s head was a question mark visual effect.
Cossack too, Gobang too, Gyeon Dal-rae too, Bardin, Sergeant Be, Geppetto, Tiamat, Rajix, the Blood Wolf, and even Mari who only peeked her eyes out through the window crack.
“…Uh?”
“Heol!”
“O, oh my god.”
“Th, that is?”
“Heo-heo.”
“He’s crazy.”
“…….”
“Wow.”
.
.
.
It was a spectacle.
This isn’t magic.
It was creation.
Comparable to the authority of a god.
Seu-pa-pa-pa-pat!
And so, a copied version of a 1.2 trillion 61-story building was created on the 17th floor of the White Tower.