Wimp's Strategy Guide to Conquer the Tower

Chapter 285 CHAPTER 284

Japan successfully defended against the Chokaido Synclash Wave.

Naturally, it was thanks to the holy weapons and the mechanical Goliath split golems.

Tokyo Prime Minister's Residence.

Prime Minister Kurokawa was holding a national security meeting together with his cabinet ministers.

It was right after they had received the message announcing the successful conquest of the 89th floor.

However, the agenda had nothing to do with the world announcement.

"Everyone, come up with a plan. If we're not careful, we might lose Tsushima."

That's right.

This was the most important issue.

They had put out the immediate fire, but at this rate, Tsushima would be taken by Korea without them being able to do anything about it.

Then the Chief Cabinet Secretary shrugged as if he didn't see what the problem was and replied.

"Can't we just… not give it to them?"

"Hmm?"

"The Synclash Wave problem is over, and we don't need to beg anymore. If we just drag things out, it'll all fizzle away."

That's right.

If they don't give it, that's the end of it.

However.

"What if Korea protests that we broke our promise? Our dignity is already in tatters."

"Practical interests are what matter. If we actually hand over Tsushima, we'll suffer a crushing defeat in the next election."

Kurokawa agreed.

If Tsushima were handed over, right-wing groups across Japan would rise up like wildfire.

"Don't worry. There's nothing Korea can do. At most, they'll whine to the international community."

Japan's choice.

Stall for time.

"And now that we've secured the holy weapons, we should quickly clear the undead zone, conquer the 70th floor, and move on to the 71st."

That was the most important task.

In the past, due to the Kabalon Curse and the need to defend against Sinkhole Waves, attempts to climb the unexplored upper floors had been extremely limited.

Now the situation was completely different.

They needed to climb quickly and obtain high-grade magic stones.

Japan was already at a world-class level in magic stone research.

In China as well, Sinkhole Waves occurred one after another.

Starting from Hangzhou, then Zhengzhou, all the way to Tianjin.

However, they were successfully defended.

Dark Waves inevitably occurred and undead appeared, but they were completely wiped out.

The holy weapons delivered from Korea and the mechanical Goliath combat golems did all the work.

The Chinese government was greatly encouraged by the wave defense results.

Through the media, they promoted the abilities of the great Chinese players.

The role of the holy weapons and golems was minimized as much as possible.

State Council of Beijing.

Chairman Liang Fei and the Standing Committee members also heard the world announcement.

"Success on the 89th floor… seriously! No matter how I think about it, it's unbelievable."

"We really have no choice but to acknowledge it. Where did that guy even come from?"

"And he's from a parallel universe, no less. I still can't believe it."

"Speaking of parallel universes, if there's a country called Korea there, would there be a China too?"

"Right, I'm curious. What would parallel-universe China be like?"

"Wouldn't it be the greatest tower-climbing nation?"

"Most likely. That player must have learned China's tower-climbing know-how."

After winning the argument in their own heads.

"The Korean Martial Law Command is continuing to pressure us. They want us to quickly conclude the territorial cession treaty."

The Baekdu Mountain and Gando cession treaty.

Although they had expressed an intention to hand over land to get through the crisis.

Chairman Liang Fei's face clearly said "not a chance."

"They throw us a few weapons and one useless golem that only works for wave defense, and now they want land?"

The Standing Committee members chimed in one by one in agreement.

"That's right. We must never hand it over."

"And we paid all the money, didn't we?"

"Those shameless thieves."

China also had no intention of handing over any land.

"By the way, what's the current tower progress?"

"Floor 68. Soon we'll be able to reach floors 70 and 71."

"You told the players, right? … about the disease treatment potion and that rejuvenation elixir."

"Hahahaha! You'll have them in your hands soon."

The fear of the Synclash Wave had completely vanished.

They just needed to reap the rewards.

All thanks to Korea's player.

But they didn't feel even a shred of gratitude.

Joint Chiefs Martial Law Command Center.

Juhyeok met with Commander Jeon Seong-il.

After explaining how he had found Partalon.

"Oh, Australia, was it?"

"Yes, he was hiding there."

"Ah…"

A ruined continent.

A desolate land where not only humans, but livestock like cows and sheep, wild animals, and even trees and grass had all vanished.

"How did you find him?"

"I roughly pinpointed the location, flew over, and detonated a few nukes. He crawled out on his own."

Truly someone to admire.

Did the concept of impossibility even exist for this man?

No wonder he had completely conquered the Black Tower of parallel-universe Earth and saved his world.

Now he was saving yet another Republic of Korea.

"Then what about the 90th floor?"

"Oh, don't worry. He's just a flea that jumps a bit. We even have clues."

"Ah! You skinned Choksi again?"

"No. I couldn't find the hide, but… anyway, there's a way."

Jeon Seong-il firmly believed it.

The 90th-floor monster, the One-Horned Evil Dragon, would definitely be slain.

And with that, the Synclash Waves would come to an end.

"So about that, I think I need to visit our Earth once more."

"… Pardon?"

Jeon Seong-il's heart sank.

He trusted the summoned completely, but whenever the man talked about going home, why did he feel so uneasy?

They had to keep him on this Earth.

But how?

"There's something I'd like to tell you."

"What is it?"

"A bill will be passed in the National Assembly soon."

"What kind of…?"

Jeon Seong-il explained the bill to Juhyeok.

During the Synclash Wave, people who had abandoned their Korean nationality and fled abroad.

The state confiscated the real estate and other assets they had left behind without being able to sell.

They were offering to hand all of that over.

And then he showed the list.

"Wow!"

The scale was enormous.

Properties scattered everywhere.

Not just land, but over a hundred buildings.

And all of them prime properties located in the centers of major cities.

"You're giving me all of this?"

"You."

"… What about legal issues?"

"None at all. These were designated as non-inheritable and non-transferable at the time of confiscation."

"You could just return them to the national treasury…"

Jeon Seong-il shook his head.

"Everyone knows how great a debt our Republic of Korea owes you, Mr. Juhyeok. There's already a national consensus. Honestly, this still isn't enough. Please accept it."

What to do?

They were offering it—how could he refuse?

So would he become the world's richest man in this world too?

"But there's also bad news."

Jeon Seong-il spoke with a serious expression.

Bad news?

"It seems China and Japan won't keep their promises. They keep delaying the treaty signing."

"Ah!"

That was expected.

Did anyone think they'd comply willingly?

"Leave it. If they don't give it, we just won't take it."

"Yes?"

"There's a peaceful way to resolve this."

A peaceful method.

Surprisingly effective, actually.

Deleting the Black Tower.

How peaceful is that?

A nightmare for those on the receiving end, but still.

Anyway, China and Japan could be dealt with later.

If you receive a gift, it's only natural to give something in return.

"I have something to give you as well."

Juhyeok took two potion bottles out of his inventory.

"I heard the current president is in the intensive care unit."

"Ah! Yes. During the collapse of the Seoul Black Tower, he suffered acute cerebral infarction due to shock—"

"… This is a disease treatment potion. I hope it helps."

"Yes? W-wait, don't tell me this is…?"

"That's right. The one you get after reaching the 71st floor. I don't need it."

"Such a precious thing…"

"Oh, it's not that precious. I still have plenty."

And one more.

"And this is a rejuvenation elixir. Commander, you take it."

"Huh?"

"It always pains me when you're compared to Commissioner Jeon Gwang-il. You're about the same age, so why is there such a difference?"

"To others, you look like father and son. Well, I don't know if your hair will grow back, but you'll get at least ten years younger."

He had clearly received an incredible gift, yet…

For some reason, Jeon Seong-il felt uneasy.

Juhyeok rode the elevator with the veteran summoned beings and arrived at the 17th floor of the White Tower.

Three summoned beings lived here.

The farmer Duwu, the Blood Wolf, and Mari.

Duwu handled farming, the Blood Wolf guarded the sacred tree, and Mari took care of the World Tree.

He came here to find clues to track the One-Horned Evil Dragon.

For that, he needed Mari's help.

"Summoner!!!"

Tap tap tap, she ran over.

Mari jumped into his arms.

"Whoa!"

Soft.

It felt like hugging a cloud.

'W-what is this?'

Suddenly so proactive?

She had started talking after showing her face before, but she was still usually reserved.

Was it the influence of the World Tree?

It was nice to see her brighter.

"Um, Mari, I have a favor to ask."

"Yes! Just say the word."

"Could you make some ink for me?"

"What kind…?"

He looked at Rajiks.

"Dimensional Farmhand, take it out."

"Hoee!"

Swish!

A black jewel emerged from the subspace backpack.

Partalon's heart—the Dragon Heart.

"I'd like you to mix this with Princess Dalrae's mirror-surface vermilion to make ink. If possible, without losing the Black Dragon's aura."

"I'll try!"

Partalon and the One-Horned Evil Dragon, Brakios, were both Black Dragons.

Their color and attributes were the same.

There was a difference in strength, but the aura they carried should be similar.

Using this as a material, Gyeondalrae planned to draw tracking talismans.

But the existing ones wouldn't work.

The tracking talisman design would be revised so it could detect energy similar to that imbued in the talisman.

They'd need a large quantity.

They planned to scatter them while flying all over the world.

Overwhelming numbers.

Crude, but there wasn't really any other way.

So an printing press is needed as well.

Specifically, the printing factory in Pyongyang on our Earth.

That would be handled by Kosak on his own.

As for himself, he didn't really have anything to do.

Maybe he'd go home and come back later?

He could also visit Commissioner Jeon Gwang-il while he was at it.

In the Demon Realm, the Sword Immortal and Yama descended.

The demons were startled out of their wits and hid themselves.

The Demon Realm was silent.

Not even the faintest rustling sound could be heard.

The god of the Underworld, Yama, had appeared.

On top of that, the Chaotic Demon King had vacated his seat.

The two spoke quietly together.

The Sword Immortal wore a grave expression.

Yama's brows were deeply furrowed.

"So you're saying the world the Chaotic Demon King fled to through the dimensional hole wasn't our human realm?"

"Without a doubt. Something about it feels suspicious."

"How can an immortal make such a claim with no evidence at all? You're not even under a Heavenly Mandate."

"I can't help it. The more I think about it, the stranger it feels."

The Sword Immortal's assertion was simple.

The Chaotic Demon King had escaped.

But not to their human realm.

What was the basis for that assumption?

It just felt that way.

Yama didn't believe the Sword Immortal's words.

Still, the reason he had followed him all the way to the Demon Realm—

If he didn't verify it, he felt like he'd be nagged to death.

"Fine. Let's say you're right. Then where do you think the Chaotic One ran off to?"

"Obviously, Earth."

"Earth as in the one connected to the Immortal Realm?"

"Doesn't seem like it."

"… What? Then where?"

"Could it be Bong Earth? The Earth of Great Hero Bong?"

Ridiculous.

Why would a dimensional hole be connected to Bong Earth?

"I'm certain of it."

There was firm conviction in the Sword Immortal's eyes.

Fine.

Let's check.

"Where did the dimensional hole that the Chaotic One disappeared into open?"

"Around here."

Yama took a hammer out from his robes.

He had gifted his old hammer to Great Hero Bong, and this one was a newly acquired model.

It was made from a branch of a divine tree of the Spirit Beast Realm, infused with ample underworld energy, and meticulously carved by Master Carpenter Immortal.

The grip fit perfectly in the hand.

Yama raised the hammer and swung it at empty space.

Whoosh!

"Reveal yourself!"

With a spot! an image appeared.

Yama's divine authority replayed events from the past.

The scene of the Chaotic Demon King fleeing from the Sword Immortal and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, then escaping into a dimensional hole, unfolded in midair.

"Hm."

Yama tilted his head.

He knew dimensional holes well.

The Demon Realm bordered the Immortal Realm, the Spirit Beast Realm, the Heavenly Realm, and the Underworld.

Because of that imbalance, side effects occasionally occurred.

The most representative phenomenon was a hole between realms.

Usually, they connected to the human realm.

The martial world of Shu was connected to the Immortal-linked Earth.

Just by looking at the color and size, one could tell where a hole led.

But that dimensional hole…

'The color's different from the usual. The shape too.'

There was clearly a difference.

"What do you think, Yama? Doesn't it look different?"

"Mm, it is different, but this alone isn't enough…"

"That's not what matters. What matters is whether you can recreate a hole with the same color and shape."

Of course.

What else would the Sword Immortal be obsessed with?

He wanted to go to Bong Earth somehow.

"How would I create a dimensional hole? One that defies cosmic law."

"Hah, disappointing. A gate expert who can't even do that?"

"Even if I made one, there's no guarantee it'd lead to Bong Earth."

"Tch!"

The Sword Immortal looked disappointed.

But then Yama suddenly made a strange expression.

"… Do you really want to know where the Chaotic One went?"

"Of course."

"Then ask him directly."

"Him? What do you—"

"Over there."

Yama pointed somewhere.

The Sword Immortal whipped his head around.

"… Huh?"

The Chaotic Demon King was walking toward them from afar, trudging along.

"No—when? Where did he come from?"

"He just sort of came out from over there."

The Chaotic Demon King noticed Yama mid-walk, flinched briefly, then continued approaching while muttering casually.

"Tsk, what kind of Demon Realm is this? Big shots barging in every other day… No wonder the demons keep running away."

He plopped down on a low rock.

The Sword Immortal and Yama stared at him in disbelief.

Just look at him.

What on earth was he relying on?

The Chaotic Demon King's attitude showed not a shred of fear.

Not long ago, he had been fleeing for his life from the Sword Immortal and the Great Sage.

"What are you staring at?"

"You'll bore holes in my face."

Then, right where he sat—

Flap!

The Chaotic Demon King dramatically lifted his robe.

Gourds dangled all around his waist.

What's wrong with him?

Did he give up on being a demon?

He paid no attention at all to Yama or the Sword Immortal.

He simply reached into one of the gourds.

Swish.

Out came a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Rip—he tore open the packaging, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, click, fizz! lit it with the lighter.

"Fuuuu—"

A long sigh followed by pale smoke drifting out.

"This Demon King is not smoking.

I am burning away the regrets of my past demon life."

…

But something felt off.

"Hm?"

Yama's nose flared.

'That smell… Choksi…?'

Yama urgently asked,

"H-Hey, Chaotic One, what you're smoking—Malubo Red?"

"You recognized it immediately, Your Majesty."

"Hahahaha!"

Of course he recognized it.

Malubo Red.

Cigarettes produced on Bong Earth.

Even among tobacco products, the quality was different.

Bong Earth's goods were on another level.

Why?

Because the cultivation environment itself was different.

Earth connected to the Immortal Realm—so-called Kim Earth—had once been ruined by mana intrusion.

That mana affected plants and animals, mutating their original traits.

But Bong Earth was different.

Although the Black Tower had invaded, there was almost no mana in the atmosphere.

So the native plants of Bong Earth had been preserved as they were.

"You went to Bong Earth!"

"Well… half right, half wrong."

It wasn't Earth No. 1001, but Earth No. 843.

"Huh? What do you mean half?"

"It's complicated, but anyway, this tobacco is definitely from Bong Earth."

Gulp.

Yama swallowed dryly.

He'd already run out of Bong Earth cigarettes and was irritated about it.

"Let me have just one—"

Before he could finish, a full carton of Malubo Reds popped out of the gourd.

"Gasp!"

The Chaotic Demon King smiled faintly.

"Please, go ahead."

"Hoh…"

Yama's hands trembled.

"Such a precious thing."

In a gentle voice, Yama spoke to him.

"Chaotic One, you're admirable. Truly the king of demons. Is there anything you need?"

"What could a demon possibly need? I just wish the Demon Realm were quieter…"

"Ah, I see. I'll tell the messengers and reapers not to set foot in the Demon Realm."

Then, in a casual tone,

"That Malubo Red—was that all?"

"I still have plenty. Everything in this gourd is Malubo Red."

"Oh!"

Yama beamed.

"I promise you this. From now on, anyone who bothers the Chaotic Demon King will suffer dearly!!!"

Yama was won over.

The Chaotic Demon King glanced sideways at the Sword Immortal and cleared his throat.

"Ahem!"

Well?

Do I still look like a pathetic demon king?

The Sword Immortal's heart was complicated.

At the same time, jealousy surged.

'This bastard got treated royally over there.'

He sidled up to the Chaotic Demon King.

"Chaotic One."

"What is it?"

"What else is in that gourd?"

"Well, all sorts of things. Electronics, food, alcohol… pretty much everything."

Haaah!

Should he just snatch it all?

But only the owner could open the gourd.

Whoosh!

The Sword Immortal boldly flicked his sleeve and approached.

The Chaotic Demon King retreated step by step.

Then—

"Master Chaotic."

… Suddenly?

"Master?"

"Of course, Master! I've long admired you. Ruling this vast Demon Realm isn't something just anyone can do."

"Let's get along well from now on."

What the Sword Immortal chose was submission.

He had no choice.

That gourd itself had become power.

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