Wimp's Strategy Guide to Conquer the Tower

Chapter 267 CHAPTER 266

The Dark Wave was dealt with.

According to Lee Minseon, waves had fixed timings.

Once every ten days, lasting for a single day.

And even that interval was gradually shortening.

The initial waves had been fifteen days apart, but at some point it had already shrunk to ten.

That wasn't all.

She said the Chuncheon and Daegu sinkholes would soon trigger waves as well.

Anyway, Seoul was finished.

The blood summons gathered in one place after completing the mission.

They had worked hard, so Juhyeok praised them.

"Gobang, respond. You were insanely popular today!"

"Warrior is embarrassed. It was nothing, yet I received praise."

"Our Bardin! The natural enemy of undead."

"Light!!! Thank you, my lord."

"Mackenzie and Crackers too—monsters couldn't even crawl out, could they?"

"Those kinds of trash."

"Like eating rice cakes while lying down."

"Mad Demon and Brigadier General Bae were dazzling as well."

Kosak jolted in surprise.

"Brigadier general? Did Major Bae get promoted?"

"Yes. As of today, she's a brigadier general."

"Oh! A general, then."

"Congratulations, Brigadier General Bae."

"You're flag-rank now. You must always carry yourself properly."

"Don't start golfing just because you pinned on a star."

"Hoeng!"

Still, it was genuinely strange.

That similar people existed in this world and the other one.

Did they share the same soul?

"Kosak."

"Yes, sir!"

"Back in the world you lived in, was there someone named Bong Ju… something?"

"How could there be? Korean-style names don't exist there."

Ah, right.

The fantasy world wouldn't have the Bong surname.

Then what about the martial world?

"I've never heard of a Bong clan either. Hm, someone with a similar face might exist, though."

What about Gyeondallae's world, the closest one?

"Well… maybe there was?"

"Right? There must have been."

"However, even if there was, it would have been difficult to recognize."

Why?

"Aren't the timelines completely different? This is an advanced modern society, whereas the era the young lady and Elder Mad Demon lived in was far in the past."

Ah!

"So even if the same person existed, they might not have been born yet. Or they might already be dead. Temporal alignment is not an easy thing."

Then why here?

"Because this is a parallel universe where the timeline aligns, and even the spatial characteristics—such as civilization—are extremely similar. There's no other way to explain it…"

Juhyeok nodded.

Earth No. 1001 and Earth No. 843.

Two worlds built on modern scientific civilization, nearly identical.

Even the point in time was the same.

For that reason, the probability of identical people existing was high—and they could easily recognize each other.

"Anyway, it really startled me. Team Leader Lee Mina and Commissioner Jeon Gwangil were identical."

"This mage felt the same. To the point of suspecting a doppelgänger."

"They could practically be called twins."

A doppelgänger.

How would it feel to meet someone exactly like yourself?

"But there's something worrying."

"What is it?"

"Isn't it possible that someone similar to Summoner Bong exists too…?"

Why?

Would that be a problem?

Another absolute master to obey?

"Eh, how could that be? We don't do business with knockoffs."

"That is correct. No matter how countless parallel universes may be, the young lady's lord is one of a kind."

"The same goes for this old man."

Then why?

"There's an old saying that when identical people meet, one of them dies."

"In the world I lived in, they said both might even die."

"Yeah—boom!—they just explode."

Hm.

Now that he thought about it, Earth had similar legends.

'Best to avoid meeting them if possible.'

Still, he was curious.

Whether someone truly identical existed.

Anyway, the urgent matter was handled.

Now it was time to acquire nationality.

The highest-ranking person here was Lee Mina—no, Lee Minseon, a colonel.

Juhyeok went to her.

"Colonel?"

"… Ah! Yes, yes."

"I'd like to talk somewhere private. Could you spare some time?"

"V-very well. This way."

Bong Juhyeok had really grown.

Casually asking a woman to make time for him.

In truth, he felt no awkwardness at all.

She was basically Team Leader Lee Mina.

Even if she was technically a different person, she was identical.

He had seen that face so many times that he'd built up immunity.

So he didn't even stutter.

Republic of Korea Joint Chiefs of Staff Headquarters, Daejeon.

Underground bunker, wartime operations command and control center.

Inside the control room, commanders were watching footage of the Seoul sinkhole wave suppression sent in by unmanned reconnaissance drones.

No one spoke.

They were speechless.

Martial law commander Jeon Seongil was the same.

Who were those players?

"Are they part of our military? Anyone recognize them?"

"Doesn't seem so. At that level, there's no way we wouldn't know."

That seemed right.

They weren't affiliated with them.

The country was under martial law.

Players were being conscripted into the military.

That meant those people either hadn't been conscripted yet—or weren't Korean nationals.

"Replay the footage. From the moment the Dark Wave began."

The large monitor lit up.

Undead crawling out of the sinkhole.

Even through video, they were horrifying.

Those things were the worst monsters because of that pitch-black dark aura.

You didn't even need to get close.

The aura alone gnawed at a player's mind.

It was happening now.

Awakened Forces players retreating with terror-stricken expressions.

Then—

Fwoooooosh!

Brilliant light filled the screen.

An angel appeared.

The tide turned instantly.

And that wasn't all.

The highlight came when the giant appeared.

He single-handedly handled all the monsters.

Like the Pied Piper, drawing them all in.

The others didn't even need mention.

Each was a terrifying owner of overwhelming power.

'If only those people were on our side…'

Then there'd be no need to worry about sinkhole waves anymore.

Nor Kabalon's Curse of the Average.

Nor the Black Tower.

"I'll go myself."

The aides hurried to stop him.

"You can't. Their identities haven't been confirmed yet. We don't even know who they are—"

"Should we just sit still, then? By now, other countries must have noticed them too."

That was true.

The United States, Japan, and China as well.

Information about the Seoul sinkhole Dark Wave suppression would already have spread.

"We need to recruit them quickly. We told them to hold them there, but if we're late, they might leave."

"If they're foreign nationals, we'd have to naturalize them—and that takes time."

"… Hm."

Jeon Seongil paused.

Player naturalization.

Changing nationality on the status window.

It wasn't easy.

The procedure was extremely strict.

In the early days, player naturalization was very active.

The process itself had been simple—especially after Kabalon's curse struck.

How many talented players had Korea naturalized?

Quickly switching nationality to send them into the Black Tower.

But after that incident, at least in Korea, player naturalization became extremely difficult.

First, they had to pass a naturalization hearing at the Busan Temporary National Assembly.

Player identity verification was mandatory, as was implantation of a tracking chip.

Even so—

"No matter what, we must bring them in."

Korea's future depended on them.

If they were lost, it could become an eternal regret.

"Prepare the helicopter!"

"C-Commander!"

He was going to meet them now.

Before anyone else got ideas.

Earth No. 843, Black Tower control room.

The administrators were extremely busy.

Because of a dimensional transmission from headquarters.

Black Tower renewal.

Floors 91 through 99 restructuring.

Among the souls bound to the tower, they selected the strongest available.

Copied transcendent-grade demons.

Copied fallen angels.

Of course, they were nowhere near the originals.

They were only copies.

In truth, this wasn't even necessary.

Were there any players on Earth No. 843 capable of clearing the colossal-monster section?

They'd be wiped out at Floor 81, Behemoth.

They wouldn't even glimpse Floor 91.

And then, another dimensional transmission arrived.

The dimensional energy storage had been reset.

They were currently constructing a storage facility in a newly formed dimensional rift.

Once completed, dimensional energy would be stored there.

[When did they say the storage would be finished?]

[We don't know exactly, but it should be soon. They seem to be rushing construction.]

[The main base is also suffering from an extreme shortage of dimensional energy. The god will be committing all available forces.]

The Black Towers of Earth No. 843 also had to mine dimensional energy as quickly as possible.

The dimensional energy that had previously been filled and sent had been completely destroyed before it even reached the main base.

[The main base must be desperate too.]

Why had this situation occurred?

The administrators of Earth No. 843 knew.

Because of the summoner player from Earth No. 1001.

That bastard.

But there was no way he would come here.

He had already completely conquered the Black Tower of his own world.

He wouldn't move for a while.

And even if he did—how would he get here?

[Anyway, we need to collapse more towers quickly.]

The more collapses, the greater the amount of dimensional energy that could be mined.

[What happened to the sinkhole wave?]

[One moment. I'll check.]

Sinkhole waves were important too.

They needed to reduce the number of players.

That way, the human resources capable of conquering the tower would gradually dwindle.

Of course, the player population had to be maintained at a certain level, so someone else would awaken.

But even so, they'd only be level 1.

Not even a threat.

That was why the control room paid close attention to this.

They were spending dimensional energy to push as many undead as possible out into the outside world.

Another nation must have fallen today as well.

Like Australia.

But then—

[Huh?]

[What is it?]

[There was definitely a sinkhole wave today… but all the tower monsters were completely annihilated.]

What?

That couldn't be right.

[Did you send undead too?]

[Yes. Even specters.]

[Did a nuke go off?]

[No.]

[And they were still wiped out?]

No way.

[There must have been a mistake. Maybe the undead didn't come out.]

[I-is that so?]

[Manage the next wave thoroughly.]

[Y-yes, understood.]

The administrators thought it was absurd.

How could an undead wave be dealt with without a nuclear strike?

Unless a knight order made up of paladins and saintesses showed up, it was impossible.

Juhyeok was talking with Colonel Lee Minseon inside a temporary military barracks.

The blood summons were there as well.

There was a lot to ask.

"… So the first nation to trigger Kabalon's curse was the United States, and after that, the tower-climbing promotion country selection happened ten times?"

"Yes, that's correct."

Tsk, tsk.

Looks like the U.S. screwed up.

"The U.S. really has no answer. They just let players climb the tower?"

"You can't stop players from climbing the tower, can you?"

Fair enough.

Still, it was impressive they broke through the undead section.

Who the hell did that?

"Because of Lumitri Romenkopf."

"Huh?"

Lumitri?

"Who?"

"You don't know him? He's the CEO of the world's largest distribution company, a major whale in the tower-clear item market, and rumored to be the head of the black market as well…"

"Ah!"

The black market boss.

Now he knew who it was.

There'd been someone like that on his Earth too.

"With his enormous wealth, he swept up trait-enhancement runes."

"How many?"

"Not certain, but at least twenty-five times."

That was insane.

How much money was that?

Twenty-five trait enhancements was ridiculous.

With just a few light-attribute items, he'd chew through dark aura monsters.

Max Kruger of Earth No. 675 had climbed past the 71st floor with twenty enhancements.

"He's insanely rich. He probably still has trait-enhancement runes even now."

Tsk, tsk.

That was worrying.

At the mention of trait-enhancement runes, Kosak's eyes were sparkling far too brightly.

They also talked about Korea's situation.

They were only climbing the 61st floor.

Even that, they were struggling badly.

'On Earth No. 1001, Korea's a tower-climbing powerhouse—why is it like this here…?'

The tower had already collapsed three times.

Anyway, because of the sinkhole waves, martial law had been declared.

And the martial law commander was General Jeon Seongil.

He was supposedly coming here soon.

'Should I bring him a holy sword or something?'

That would be fine, but it would be better to just clear Kabalon quickly.

Then undead would weaken, and holy water items would start dropping as rewards.

'I need to enter quickly.'

First, acquire nationality.

It wouldn't be difficult.

They'd seen it, hadn't they?

The might of the blood summons.

So—

"Colonel, I have a request."

"If it's something I can do…"

"I'd like to acquire Republic of Korea nationality. Permanent naturalization."

"… Ah! Then your existing nationality?"

"I don't have one. No nationality."

What?

"Yes?"

"It's my first time here."

Lee Minseon's eyes went wide.

"Y-you have no nationality?"

"There are circumstances."

"Then those people as well?"

"Yes. They don't have one either. But they don't need it. Just me for now."

A player without a nationality?

That was a contradiction.

Just who were these people?

It was suspicious as hell.

And naturalization wasn't something you just handed out—especially now.

Besides, it wasn't even her decision.

"May I ask what circumstances?"

What should he do?

If he said he came from another parallel Earth, they'd think he was insane.

"Well, life happens. Hahaha."

Lee Minseon's expression grew serious.

"Please, just close your eyes and trust me. If you register my naturalization today—"

"Naturalization isn't something to handle lightly. The procedures are strict. There have to be investigations."

That was strange.

Normally, when a player said they wanted to naturalize, you accepted them immediately.

Still not convinced?

Should he just say he was level 100?

No—rather—

"I'm really good."

"… Pardon?"

"I can do it five times a day."

…

The look on Lee Minseon's face was blank.

Five times a day—what?

"That's right. Our Summoner Bong can really do it five times a day."

"This girl can prove it. And he's very fast."

"… "

Even Brigadier General Bae joined in.

"Our commander does it five times a day. That's why it's a little disappointing."

Gyeondallae tilted her head.

"What is it that Brigadier General Bae finds disappointing?"

"He's too fast. So you can't fully enjoy it…"

"Haa, this one agrees as well. He finishes like lightning."

Hey.

You guys?

If you say it like that, what does that make me?

Why are you leaving out the object?

"Colonel, just so there's no misunderstanding—five times a day means tower climbing—"

At that moment—

Tutatatatatatatata!

The sound of a helicopter from outside the barracks.

"Oh, he's here."

Lee Minseon jumped to her feet.

"Who?"

"Martial law commander General Jeon Seongil."

Oh!

Finally.

A big shot had arrived.

Naturalization would surely go smoothly now.

"And just to be clear—five times a day means tower climbing. Don't misunderstand."

Lee Minseon still looked unconvinced.

I'm serious.

Anyway, the helicopter landed.

Step, step.

General Jeon Seongil entered the barracks with his aides.

"Loyalty!"

"Yes, Colonel Lee. Good work."

Wow.

Seeing him in person—he really was identical.

He looked a bit older than Commissioner Jeon Gwangil, but still.

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