I spent two full days at home.

To take a break and calm down the excited summoned people.

Joo-hyuk was not in great shape either.

He was directly involved in a terrorist incident.

People died in the process.

‘… No, I killed them.’

He killed them himself.

Who called the Cossacks and the Gobang?

Bong Joo-hyuk acted as if nothing had happened on the outside, but inside, he was shocked.

To recover mentally, he didn’t even go to the tower and just rested.

He cleaned up with Lajix, grilled meat, fed it to Veronica while she was sleeping, boiled ramen to eat as a snack, and even got yelled at by Gyeondal-lae for the Cossack beating…

‘It’s a little better.’

They had such a great time that it was only in the afternoon when they sent everyone back.

Sometimes, you need some time alone.

Drinking alone for the first time in a while, he prepared drinks and snacks.

It was an expensive whiskey purchased at a department store.

What is single malt sherry cask?

He had originally bought three bottles to drink with the summoned people, but they all said it was too strong and refused to drink it.

‘I am grateful.’

Thank you for giving me the chance to drink expensive alcohol alone.

I was sipping a glass of whiskey on the rocks with the TV on when the news came on.

Heroes appear at the showcase terror scene.

Yeah, it’s not an exaggeration to call him a hero, but…

‘There’s chaos, there’s chaos.’

The news was full of all sorts of misunderstandings.

Suddenly, Cossack and Gobang became the record holders of an S++ level strategy.

‘… Isn’t this a misunderstanding?’

As it turned out, the media was right on target.

Moment! Ziing! The phone rang.

It was Deputy Director Jeon Gwang-il.

“Hello.”

“Player Bong. Are you experiencing any inconvenience?”

“No, I feel better after resting for a while.”

I also had a glass of expensive alcohol.

“I know it’s annoying, but I thought you should know…”

The reason Jeon Gwang-il called:

First of all, don’t worry about the media.

He said that he received many requests for interviews but never responded, and that the reports were purely speculative.

And the identity of the terrorist.

I’m sure he’s Chinese.

At the same time, there is a high possibility that he is a player kidnapper, something that had only been rumored before.

But since he’s keeping his mouth shut and not saying a word, it’ll take some time to find out for sure.

However…

“… Player kidnapping? Wasn’t that a ghost story?”

“This is actually happening. It’s not just China—there are surprisingly many countries that do this. India is also accused.”

It’s creepy.

In some ways, humans are scarier than the tower.

“Then the kidnapped players are probably still being held somewhere in China.”

“That’s right. That’s what I think.”

Bad people.

No matter how urgent it is, they kidnap people and force them to attack the tower.

What if they die?

There is no evidence left behind.

They just disappear.

What about the kidnapped players and their families?

‘Whew.’

It’s complicated.

I was drinking alone to recover mentally, but somehow I felt even worse.

‘Should I call Mr. Cossack?’

Let’s talk about it together.

Three hours had passed…

“Summon John Cossack.”

Hwaaaat!

“Chung! The Cossacks are here. … Hehe! Did you really have to drink that strong liquor? Your liver function is going up. Please be careful.”

Then Cossack realized that he was the only one summoned.

“Oh, is this a mission?”

“No. I have something to worry about.”

“Hehehe, well done. Who am I! The right-hand man of Summoner Bong. There are no bad players in the world. The golden counselor, this Cossack, will listen to your worries.”

Who is golden?

“It’s nothing else…”

Joo-hyuk told the story of Deputy Director Jeon Gwang-il as it was.

Cossack’s face hardened.

“… Even if I kill them a hundred times, it wouldn’t be enough.”

“Right? I feel bad for the players who were captured. It’s also depressing.”

“Ahhh, this Cossack, I am so touched by the kind heart of the Summoner. Tears well up in my eyes.”

What a touching story.

People say they are depressed.

Cossack jumped to his feet and said:

“Can I go out and come back?”

“Why?”

“I’ll go and ask. Where are the kidnapped players being held?”

“To whom?”

“The guy I saved.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“I put a mark on him in advance in case he ran away.”

I thought he was a fool, but he’s actually very thorough.

After all, you shouldn’t judge a person by their appearance.

“I asked, but he didn’t tell me?”

“You can negotiate.”

He’s going to threaten him.

“What will you do if you find out?”

“The decision is always yours, Summoner. We simply follow orders.”

Can’t be helped.

Let’s keep that in mind.

“Take your time. We can talk about this tomorrow. If you’re hungry, buy something delicious to eat with your money.”

Joo-hyuk opened his wallet and handed Cossack a few bills.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s pocket money.”

“Thank you! Then I’ll be off. Hehehehe.”

When Cossack left, I felt lonely again.

Is it because the alcohol had taken effect?

Is there anyone who would like to have a drink with me?

Since I don’t have many connections, I feel a little sad at times like this.

Joo-hyuk opened the status window catalog.

One name stood out.

‘Mad Horse…’

His name was on the catalog, but he had the lowest rating and had only been summoned twice.

To be honest, I felt sorry for him.

His methods were radical, but they were all for the greater good.

Every time I met him, he would give me a 1-star rating and chase me away.

Should we talk until the summoning deadline today?

Whether there’s a change in thinking or just drinking together…

“Summon the Mad Horse.”

Hwaaaaak!

A halo appeared.

Then the Mad Horse emerged.

“Summoner.”

“Welcome.”

Still scary, but with the help of alcohol…

“I’d like to chat for a moment, but if that’s inconvenient…”

“What could be inconvenient? I would be grateful if you just called me.”

Joo-hyuk and the Mad Horse sat across from each other at the table.

“Would you like a drink? I’m not sure if it’ll suit your taste.”

“Oh! The old man must be enjoying himself.”

“Let me pour you a drink.”

“What about the Summoner?”

“I should drink too. It’s expensive.”

“Hahaha, that’s right. Give it to me. The old man will pour first.”

In some ways, even the Mad Horse was like a fool…

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What’s so great about smiling like that when you’ve already gotten two 1-star ratings for forced summoning?

Whew Whew,

The wine is filled.

Have a drink, and then another drink.

Alcohol gives people courage.

Joohyuk asked Gwangma a question.

“… The idea you talked about before, is it still the same? Conquering the Earth, uniting the world into one country.”

The madman took a deep breath.

“Whew, you want me to change my mind?”

“yes.”

And then.

“Summoner, of course I can follow your orders. If you ask me to change my mind, I can tell you right now.”

Is the atmosphere good?

“But can you trust the old man’s obedience?”

“…”

When I think about it carefully, I find it hard to believe.

Rule 3, Article 3: The decision is made arbitrarily by the person being summoned.

“Every summoned person has their own standards. If a summoner is judged to be dangerous, they can do anything. Even if it goes against the summoner’s values.”

A madman taking another sip of alcohol.

“The three principles of Nobu, Article 3, are beliefs that come from my identity and life experiences. The real enemy is within. If you don’t cleanse the inside, it will still be difficult to completely conquer the tower.”

The expression on the mad horse’s face looks somehow lonely.

“Summoner, there is no need to try hard to persuade Nobu. It will only waste your energy. If you decide that Nobu will be useful someday, then you can use him then.”

It’s a belief.

It’s true that it’s hard to change.

But is there anything in this world that is eternal?

Joohyuk poured more alcohol into Gwangma’s empty glass.

“I guess I can stay for quite a while today.”

“Yes, I won’t force you to go.”

“Hahaha, I feel so embarrassed.”

Let’s spend some time.

We also had a lot of conversations.

Either you become absorbed in the madman’s beliefs, or the madman becomes absorbed in your beliefs, it will work out somehow.

Joo-hyuk also drank with me.

Until I finish a bottle of whiskey and open a new one.

The mad horse seems to be in a good mood.

His face turned red as if he was drunk.

“Summoner, I have something to tell you. Is it okay for me to do so?”

“Haha, say whatever you want.”

“There are still 6 months left to conquer the top of this world?”

“Yes.”

“But don’t be too sure. The deadline for the attack may change someday.”

“yes?”

What are you talking about?

“… Are you saying that it might decrease?”

“That’s right. The tower is ever-changing. At one moment, it could be three months, or a month, or even two weeks… It’s really clever. When the time-limited tower conquest reaches inertia, it hits you in the back of the head.”

What the fuck.

I suddenly feel anxious.

“I hope you always keep that in mind. If you need me, just call me anytime.”

“Can you tell me more about when and how it will change?”

“It’s a secret so I can’t say anything more.”

“ah!”

If you’re a mad horse, you’ve probably tried high-rise climbing and even experienced the destruction of a world.

“What about the missions for the floors you have to climb in the future? For example, what about floors 71 and above?”

“That’s the same. I don’t even remember.”

The same goes for the Mad Horse and the Cossacks.

It seems like there is such a thing as a ban.

Anyway, you can just go up and see for yourself.

by the way.

‘hmm.’

For a moment, I became curious.

This is my third summoning so far, but I have yet to see what kind of abilities the Mad Horse can unleash on the tower.

Joohyuk looked at his watch.

It’s been almost three hours since I started drinking with Gwangma.

There were about 10 minutes left until the summoning deadline.

“Your Majesty.”

“Huh? Should I go now?”

“It’s true that time is up, but would you like to go up to the tower with me?”

“Hahaha, that’s no problem. Let’s go.”

Let’s take a look.

If we can fight together, let’s fight.


[Enter the 61st floor of the Black Tower in South Korea.]
“It’s been a long time since I’ve conquered the top tier. I’m grateful to the summoner for giving me this opportunity.”

“… An opportunity? I asked for it.”

“I’ll work hard. Let’s take this opportunity to pick out a useful item.”

“Oh man, I don’t even expect that.”

Item rewards with extremely low odds.

Even if you use S++ rank strategy, it doesn’t work well.

Besides, now there’s no way they’ll give you repeat attacks or items.

“It’s a floor where crude zombies appear, but they are surrounded by magical energy.”

“That’s right. Oh, I guess I’ll need the Holy Sword, right?”

“Put it away.”

Hmm, I’m a bit nervous.

“The dark aura needs to be removed. I learned a skill called Honwonbyeokgon, and I can use it with the holy sword…”

“Do you have time to use your skills? If you come forward, you might get hurt, so just watching is enough.”

No, is this guy coming out like this too? Just to watch again?

Gwangma and Juhyuk left the safe zone.

A mad horse that walks forward carrying a backpack.

“There are two ways to deal with magic. You can use a power that is in opposition to magic, such as divine power, or… .”

Woohoo!

“Or by being crushed by a stronger magic.”

A damp, black aura rose from his body.

More sinister than the dark aura.

“They’re not even good enough to eat after a meal.”

That’s what a madman would do.

There must be a reason why the word “demon” is included in the name.

“Let’s finish this quickly and go. The summoner must be tired too, so shouldn’t he get some rest?”

The madman raised his hand.

Right then! Swoosh!

A huge, intangible energy emerges from his hands.

It was a strong wind shaped like a crescent moon or a boomerang.

It was shot down as soon as it was created.

Tsuppapapapa…

Kang-gi’s boomerang spun and swept away the dark mummies.

Passs …

A dark mummy that crumbles and disappears like powder.

It was a split second.

There were dark mummies, but they are gone.

The boomerang just circled the 61st floor.

That was the end of it. There was no second attack.

[You have successfully completed the 61st floor mission.] [Reward: 6.1kg of magic stone] [Reward: Tower-exclusive exit ring]
“…uh?”

“What’s the problem?”

“I actually picked up an item.”

“Oh! Is that so? That’s great. I think it paid for the drinks the old man drank.”

It was a good decision to call Mad Horse.


The National Intelligence Service building of the Republic of Korea.

In the basement there was a prison cell that was as secure as an iron wall.

Xiaojun sat on the bed, his severed wrist wrapped in bandages and wearing a suicide prevention restraint.

I was just interrogated with an interpreter and then detained again.

Of course, I didn’t say a word.

Even though I know Korean.

‘Those little guys.’

Interrogating the incompetent National Intelligence Service?

Are you going to open your mouth?

Xiao Jun was also a trained soldier before becoming the deputy director of the Special Intelligence Service.

I have experience in dozens of operations to kidnap players.

As the mission was a mission, we also received training assuming that we would be captured by the enemy.

I was confident that I could handle any kind of torture.

I even received training in confession patience.

Endure until the end.

If you do that, an opportunity will come.

Either escape or walk away proudly.

‘I guess I need to get some sleep.’

Physical strength is essential to withstand torture and interrogation.

Fortunately, they give me food and a place to sleep.

If it were China, what kind of rice would it be?

I wouldn’t have even let you sleep.

It looks like he’s doing that because he thinks about human rights.

Xiaojun lay on the bed.

I’m about to go to sleep.

Crunch!

The sound of the cell door opening.

what?

There was no sign of life.

I jumped up and looked around. There was still no one there.

“what……?”

That was when.

Swish!

A palm covering one’s mouth.

At the same time, some energy surged into his body.

Xiaojun’s body bent like a bow.

A terrible pain I have never experienced before.

I feel like my muscles are torn.

It’s like scraping bones with a knife.

It feels like my entire body is melting.

I wanted to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth.

“Ugh, ugh ugh…”

“Shh! I just gave you a taste, what if you can’t stand it?”

The voice sounds familiar.

right.

That’s for sure.

A man who cut off his own wrist.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions now. You must answer in Korean.”

The Cossack whispered quietly in Xiaojun’s ear.

“Where are the players kidnapped and held captive? If you have anything to say, just nod.”

Xiaojun rolled his eyes.

What should I do? At that moment,

“You’re no good. You’re just rolling your eyes. Have you not come to your senses yet?”

“Shut up!”

The excruciating pain comes again.

It’s incomparable to the initial pain.

“I tried to get through it amicably as much as possible.”

“Ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

“Hold on tight. You’ll probably have a mental breakdown anyway.”

“Eww, eww!”

I would rather lose my mind.

“Hey, we haven’t even started yet.”

Xiaojun wanted to nod.

I was confident I could tell you the exact location in Korean.

But my head didn’t nod.

Because he had his mouth covered with his hand and was holding his head tightly.

“Ugh, ugh ugh…”

No, please just nod your head, I said.

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