The signs of pursuit are intangible.
You can think of it as a bunch of tiny pieces of magical power that are held together so they don’t come apart.
Of course, there is a risk of being discovered.
If there is a knight or wizard stronger than you.
But will the humans on Earth ever notice?
When I first met them, I just stamped a mark on them.
I was wondering if it was a case of buying something for nothing and then being suspicious.
But the next day,
The Cossacks detected the sign.
Three pieces of magic hovering around the officetel.
It’s clear.
They were watching this officetel.
This place may seem ordinary, but it is home to many players.
This is the space where the Bong Summoner resides.
But how dare you try to trick me?
Painful memories from the past came back to me.
Memories of not being able to protect one’s own summoner.
For players, the outside of the tower is a more dangerous space than the inside.
It definitely eliminates the buds of even the smallest threats.
Among the other summoned people, there was a fearsome human who wiped out an entire country in the name of protecting the summoner.
Because that’s better than the world being destroyed.
I would also be happy to do so if the situation and opportunity arose.
So I asked to be summoned again under the pretense of watching soccer.
Right.
I lied.
An act that must never be done, or cannot be done.
However, the third clause of the three principles of the accused has already been triggered.
So, the lie was given legitimacy.
What does this mean?
Those who are marked are related to the Summoner.
While the Summoner was sleeping, I used my stealth skill and quietly left the officetel.
It wasn’t difficult to find since there was a sign posted.
So, John Cossack arrived at a closed massage parlor not far from the officetel.
The door was locked, but isn’t picking locks a basic virtue for an assassin?
Make as little noise as possible.
Suddenly,
Enter the place with the sign in secret.
There were 8 people in total.
They’re having a conversation, but I can’t understand what they’re saying.
I would understand if it were Korean since I share the same language with Summoner Bong.
What’s the problem with language?
It’s important that among the photos spread out on the table, there’s also one of Summoner Bong.
‘I guess I have to work.’
Slurp, it revealed itself.
And then a word.
They noticed him.
I breathe my sword energy into the dagger and take out one of them.
Tsupit!
Crunch!
“Omg!”
“Hey, profit!”
“Grab my arm!”
“Shoot me!”
“Young…”
Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok…
Do these guys need assassination skills?
One shot, one kill.
I stabbed them in the chest with my two-handed daggers and tore out their hearts.
The room suddenly became quiet.
There are seven bodies in total.
One survivor.
Deng Guanlin really seemed to be dreaming.
Where is this? Who is the author?
Could they be Korean intelligence agents or special forces soldiers like UDT or HID?
That can’t be true. Neither.
The power of the inhuman being that he showed.
Is that a human?
‘…Ghost.’
But where did you get this similar feeling?
A memory that suddenly came to mind.
Black Tower Strategy Video.
‘Player.’
If the author is a player, does that mean he can use the abilities in the tower in real life?
Moment!
The scary ghost turned its head this way.
Deng Guanlin took a step back awkwardly.
His legs were shaking so much that he couldn’t move them very well.
If I were to count the number of people I’ve killed myself, I wouldn’t even be able to count on ten fingers or toes.
He also went through numerous training sessions and field exercises.
What’s the big deal if a few people die right before your eyes?
But right now, at this moment, I was so scared.
My mind went blank from the overwhelming fear.
“You, do you have one left?”
Knock knock,
Blood flowing from the ghost’s sword.
“I was wrong. Try it. Do you know Korean?”
Deng Guanlin had no choice but to answer.
I think that’s what I have to do.
“I was wrong…”
Phew!
Knock!
The dagger that had stabbed his lower jaw pierced his head and emerged through his crown.
The Cossack checked again to make sure no one was still breathing.
One guy had his head chopped off, six had their hearts broken, and one had his head pierced.
‘Then let’s wrap it up…’
A Cossack unconsciously takes a ribbon out of his bosom.
But,
“Ugh! I almost tied it up. Haa, haa…”
Hold on, hold on.
That’s how it should be.
Your own signature mark.
My hands are shaking as I want to tie the ribbon, but I have to suppress my instincts.
You could almost call it superhuman endurance.
Any fellow assassin who knows you well will be surprised.
You’re saying it doesn’t leave a mark?
Are you a Cossack?
Because I decided to hide it from the beginning.
If I had told you in advance, given your personality as a summoner, you would have definitely advised me not to do it.
On the other hand, it is something that I must do unconditionally.
You might scold me like you did before.
Of course, I won’t kick you out…,
‘Whew,’
Honestly, that’s something I don’t know either.
I’m anxious about the future.
You might get kicked out.
Gobang, who was an egg (R), has risen to SSR and firmly established his position as a tank.
On the other hand, his once solid position began to shake.
Soon the day of random summons will come.
Fortunately, if you enhance your traits, you get one more spot, but what if you don’t?
The role that the Cossack Assassin can play on the tower is very limited.
If there’s one person who absolutely must be kicked out, it’s me.
“Well, that won’t work, it won’t work.”
It should stay by your side for a long time.
Now is the time to go.
But I can’t go back to the officetel.
How can I go to that sacred place covered in the smell of blood?
‘Are you still sleeping?’
I hope Summoner Bong sleeps deeply.
Because good sleep is closely related to health.
What about you?
Let’s go back and look around outside until we’re released from the summons.
☆ ☆ ☆
Joohyuk woke up from a deep sleep.
I went out into the living room and the TV was off, and the Cossack was gone.
I don’t know if you enjoyed watching soccer.
First, let’s get ready to go out.
I plan to go to my parents’ house and come back.
And in the afternoon, I have to go climb the 35th-floor tower.
Call a car and arrive at your hometown.
The bodyguards are waiting below.
“My son is here.”
Then, father Bong Su-cheol frowns.
“Have you been speaking strangely lately?”
“Huh? Is that so?”
“Did something good happen?”
“Little one, there are always good things happening. So I wanted to share some good things with you.”
Mom Hong Geum-ja laughed and said,
“You haven’t eaten?”
“Pressure!”
“Yeah, at least I won’t talk after I eat.”
I ate all the food my mother prepared.
“Mom, don’t you need pocket money?”
“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll get a job soon.”
“Where?”
“I’m going to go out to a restaurant.”
Iced coffee,
Korea’s best player.
A person with assets worth 4 billion won still can’t take care of his parents comfortably.
“I’ll deposit a few pennies into your account. Take your time looking for a job…”
“No need. How can you use the money your son earned by risking his life? Just save it. You never know what will happen later.”
Then, Bong Su-cheol, the father who was listening from the side, made a circle with his finger and poked his chest.
Without making a sound, just with the shape of the mouth.
Send it to me, to me.
‘….’
Oh my, the power of heredity.
“Ah! That’s right. Here is Nam Ga-eun’s autograph… Let’s each take one of these. Always carry them in your pocket or wallet.”
“Huh? …A talisman?”
“Yes! This one is for health, this one is for luck, I prepared three each for father, mother, and Minhyuk.”
“Did you believe this?”
“I completely believed it a while ago. It’s very effective. A brave shaman wrote it for me.”
It’s not a lie.
She is a truly brave shaman.
Because I experienced it firsthand.
“Okay, I understand. Do you have yours too?”
“Sure.”
I hope you get better soon.
And blessings will be in your house,
Even if it’s something very small.
☆ ☆ ☆
Joo-hyuk, who returned from his hometown, summoned the people who had been summoned.
Since Algobang was reborn as Susual Gobang, you absolutely must go to the 35th floor.
“There are three of you, so S++ should be no problem up to the 40th floor, right? Is it a little lacking?”
“That’s an underestimation. Even the 50th floor is easy.”
Oh!
It certainly seems amazing that Gobang has become self-sufficient.
“However, from the 51st floor onwards, the S++ strategy is…”
I know.
Giant flying monsters.
Griffons and wyverns that use abilities such as feather attacks or breath attacks.
It is strong enough to eat Minotaurs and Ogres as its main food, and it is also tricky because it is a flying monster, and you must be careful about the fact that it uses magic attacks in addition to physical attacks.
Anyway, I plan to select one more summoned person from the 40th floor.
The key is whether or not the trait enhancement comes out.
So I put the talisman inside my underwear.
If the more, the better the effect, I would have stuck them on, but they say it’s the same whether you put on 1 sheet or 100 sheets.
“Let’s go. Let’s catch the cow head king.”
“Pressure!”
[Enter the 35th floor of the Black Tower in South Korea.] The mission is:
[35th-floor mission: Kill 80 Minotaurs of any type and 1 Minotaur King.] [Completion time: Within 13 hours.] [Completion conditions: 0/80 of all types of Minotaurs, 0/1 Minotaur King]
Oh my,
There are many.
White ones, black ones, spotted ones, small ones, big ones.
I glanced to the side and saw a Cossack looking straight ahead with a serious expression.
The determination seemed great.
Instead of flattering him as he used to, he took out two daggers, infused them with sword energy, and muttered to himself:
“You can’t be abandoned. You can never be abandoned. You will remain until the end. Until the end.”
What are you talking about?
Who is abandoning whom?
Are you suddenly out of your mind?
You probably didn’t bet on sports betting while watching a soccer game.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!
The mission to conquer the 35th floor began with the sound of the bells of the gyeondalrae.
Right then!
Speedy speedy!
Cossacks flying out like bullets.
In an instant, he leapt forward and sliced the throat of a third-stage Minotaur, and before he knew it, he was running towards another target.
‘…Hmm.’
Why is Mr. Cossack doing that again?
We will hunt safely.
Something that can be done by just sticking behind the counter and picking it up.
Are you feeling a bit sore from playing for so long?
‘What am I doing anyway?’
Let’s catch a stage 1 or 2 Minotaur.
Chijijik!
Energy shield activated, hand shield and mace taken out.
But he was concerned about the summoned people who were looking at him with worried eyes.
“Who am I? A talented person who succeeded in shadow walking in the air!”
Let’s catch a few quickly before they dry up.
Taat!
SWAT! SWAT!
However?
“Kuaaaaaaaaaah!”
The Minotaur King appeared on the battlefield, wielding a giant axe.
Already?
“No, you guys! I’ve just started.”
As soon as the king appears, the susural gobang:
Wedge!
Body slam at a terrifying speed.
Phew!
“Ummmm…”
He fell out like a blood clot.
He threw down his axe and flew far away.
‘….’
The balance of the Susual Gobang has collapsed.
At least on the 30th floor.
[Notice: You have achieved the S++ level of the 35th floor of the Black Tower (Korea).] [S++ Clearance Reward: Platinum Badge awarded.]
Now all that’s left is to check the perks.
Please!
☆ ☆ ☆
A yellow police line was drawn around buildings in Seoul’s entertainment district.
A mass murder case occurred at the closed shop .
The postman delivering the mail in the morning smelled a strange smell through the open door.
He reported it to the police because he thought it might be the smell of blood.
The violent crimes unit detectives looked at the crime scene with dumbfounded expressions.
Another mass murder.
How long has it been since that incident happened?
“Could it be related to the Smile Cash incident? There was a mass murder there too.”
“Well, there’s only one body with a clean decapitated head. Mostly the heart, one with a pierced head, and most importantly, there’s no ribbon.”
But the fact that the human neck was cut so smoothly is also a similar point.
“Have you secured the CCTV?”
“There is nothing installed inside the store. The CCTV of the convenience store across the street only captured the victims coming and going.”
“Oh my, the hardships have begun.”
Another unprecedented mass murder.
The press will come in droves.
The police will be criticized.
“Class president.”
“Why?”
“Take a look at this.”
“Huh?”
One of the detectives removed an object from the victim’s body.
“It’s a pistol. It looks like a Tokarev.”
“What?”
Tokarevra,
The most copied pistol.
So it was very common.
“Here too. Here too…, these guys, they each had one?”
It wasn’t just the pistol that was suspicious.
Military knives, syringes with clear liquid, rope and duct tape, handcuffs for binding…
Is that all?
Photos scattered on the floor.
I zoomed in on a specific person’s face, and it looked like it was about ten pages long.
Who are these people?
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“The murder suspect is a suspect, but somehow the victims are more suspicious.” The detective chief also nodded.
“What about your ID?”
“I had them all.”
“Check it out quickly.”
After a while, the detective who was in contact with headquarters said, “Sir, this is really strange.”
“What?”
“These IDs are all fake. The real names are in the database, but the faces don’t match.”
“···I knew it.”
Who the hell are these guys? They don’t seem Korean. Illegal workers? No way! There’s no way workers would carry pistols. Then a gangster? That’s not possible either. The gangsters in this neighborhood know everything, whether domestic or overseas.
The head of the violent crimes unit was suspicious. Syringes were found in their possession. It’s most likely drugs or anesthetics.
“They tried to kidnap someone.”
Who?
These photos must be the main characters. I have to check it out.
“Contact your superiors and ask them to contact the National Intelligence Service. Ask them to send one of their staff members quickly.”
As time passed, National Intelligence Service agents arrived at the scene of the incident.
“Oh my, you’ve worked hard. You’ve had a hard time. What about the victims?”
“Come this way.”
“All right.”
The smell of blood hit them as soon as they entered the room. The NIS agent carefully examined the corpses, holding a handkerchief to block the smell.
“···Uh?”
His gaze, which was observing the bodies, turned to the photographs that had fallen to the floor. He absentmindedly approached and picked up a photo, then another, then another, and so on…
“Fuck!”
A sudden outburst of profanity. The eyes of the National Intelligence Service agent became fierce. His complexion also became stiff.
“Class president.”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t report this incident to the press?”
“They don’t know yet.”
“Then we’ll take charge of this case. It seems to be under the jurisdiction of the National Intelligence Service.”
And that day, the National Intelligence Service was turned upside down.
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