Only My Skill Tooltip Is Strange

19 – First Floor, Concentrating Points.

Martial artists have their dantian and qi and blood, while those from the middle world have their circles and mana roads.

Most other races also have exceptional talents.

There may be some differences among them, but they are not as lacking as Earthlings.

‘…To be precise, I should say Earth dimension.’

There are players weaker than Earthlings.

There are races that are comparable to or weaker than Earthlings everywhere.

Typically, the Greenskin Goblin.

They possess the physique and strength of a lower-grade elementary school student.

Earthlings with normalized stats do not lose to goblins.

Of course, not everyone wins either.

Even if their stats increase, the human controlling that body remains the same.

Is it just goblins?

Third-rate martial artists from the Central Plains, mercenaries from the Middle Earth who couldn’t even register with a guild, 9th-grade superhumans not recognized by the association…

They are no different from Earthlings.

Perhaps, Earthlings might win.

‘Women and the elderly from that dimension don’t even get stat adjustments. In the beginning, Earthlings might have an advantage.’

Not everyone is a monster.

There are ordinary people in other dimensions too.

The problem is potential for growth.

Earthlings have no potential compared to other players.

The harsh reality holds them back.

Joo So-hee knows their ending.

The ending of Earthlings who barely survived and climbed up.

‘…If that’s how it’s going to be.’

Wouldn’t it be better to push those with potential?

Joo So-hee looked at the Error Man.

He stood in the blood-stained auditorium, calmly observing the accepted candidates’ camp that Joo So-hee had divided.

It seemed as if he was observing.

‘Why is Blinky paying attention to the Error Man?’

Does the Elder Dragon see something?

Something special that only that man possesses?

It was then.

Not long after the accepted and rejected candidates mingled.

Puhwaaak-!

The Error Man spewed Hatchling Breath at the rejected candidates’ camp.

* * *

“Ahhh!”

“S-save me!”

“You’re the manager! If you’re the manager, stop that b*stard!”

Everything is difficult at the beginning.

It’s hard to see blood for the first time, but after that, it’s easier than you think.

Someone stabbed the person next to them.

Blood splattered and screams erupted.

People swung their weapons as if they couldn’t see anything.

It was a desperate struggle to survive.

“Ahhh!”

That struggle made the situation even more serious.

I glanced at Joo Sohee.

Judging by her expression, she didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping it.

‘…Distribute the points?’

A whopping 100 points.

I roughly estimated how much that was.

Killing one person barely accumulates 0.01 points.

If the opponent is strong, it seems to rise to 0.02, but most of the time it was 0.01.

‘10,000 people…?’

To get 1 point, you have to massacre a hundred people.

To raise 100 points, you have to kill 10,000 people.

‘Is there really a reason for me to kill people who are going to die anyway?’

At that moment.

Someone threw a spear from the failed candidates’ camp to the successful candidates’ camp.

“What’s the difference between us and those b*stards! Why are they trying to kick us out and leaving them alone!”

The enraged shout ignited a spark in the failed candidates’ camp.

The anger of the failed candidates began to turn towards the successful candidates.

“…We shouldn’t fight among ourselves. They said we just need to prove ourselves in the end…”

“Can’t we just take out those b*stards?”

“Y-yeah, that’s right.”

They had been stabbing and slashing each other in a frenzy, and now they were trying to unite.

‘But will that work?’

The dead do not speak.

Nor do those who would keep their loyalty.

Ironically, the first person to wield a weapon was a cunning one.

He chose a weak-looking opponent and killed him.

An old man.

An old man, oblivious to his surroundings, lay fallen alone.

“Wh-why is he doing that all of a sudden?”

“Why is he causing trouble for us?”

Even in the successful candidates’ camp, there were murmurs.

The people on the other side were directing their anger in a strange direction, causing confusion.

‘It was Joo Sohee who divided the Earthlings into two groups. Are they instinctively angry at us because they think they can at least put up a fight against us?’

That emotion and thought felt strangely familiar.

“……”

Tutorials, crew making, competition for course tickets.

Park Jihoon, beings from other dimensions, and others who looked down on Earthlings and charged at them.

It was familiar because it was similar to the way those guys looked at us.

‘Annoying.’

Even though I could kill them, I thought I shouldn’t, and I was agonizing over the last bit of humanity left in me.

They had already adapted to the Tower of Struggle.

In the current situation, I found the best move, the way out, and attempted a breakthrough.

I admit it.

If I had to choose someone to be eliminated here, maybe I would have been the one chosen.

‘Was I unconsciously looking down on Earthlings?’

Self-reflection.

‘Whether people die or not.’

Is there any need to go easy on them just because they are Earthlings?

The decision was quick.

I, too, had adapted to the Tower of Struggle like them.

“What, what is this?”

I pushed aside the people confronting each other and stepped forward.

And then, Hatchling Breath.

Fwooosh-!

I spewed darkness.

Terrible screams echoed.

At the same time, messages popped up one after another.

[Absorbing the soul of Mohamed Alaman (Earthling).]

[Strength increases by 0.01.]

[Absorbing the soul of Isabella Garcia Martinez (Earthling).]

[Strength increases by 0.01.]

[Absorbing the soul of Priya Patel (Earthling)….]

Half of the reject camp disappeared.

The auditorium was too large to clear out entirely with Hatchling Breath.

‘Would Dragon Breath be possible?’

Silence fell.

It was different from the previous stillness.

Fear seeped into the eyes looking at me.

‘I feel like I should say something.’

It was too quiet to bear.

“Anyone else wants to try?”

With a friendly smile, he asked.

There was no one to answer.

I shrugged and looked at Joo Sohee.

“The moment I made the mission, you had no choice.”

Joo Sohee seemed to have no intention of stopping here.

“Uh, uh.”

“Ahhh!”

Blood splattered from the failed candidates’ camp.

Unable to overcome the fear, they eventually attacked the weakest-looking guy.

Pook-!

“Die, die! Damn it! Die!”

“Stop! Stop it!”

They didn’t hold back.

They struggled desperately to get into the top half.

It was the same for the successful candidates’ camp.

“Why! We, we don’t need to fight!”

“Bullshit. To get points, you have to show that much, so there’s no need to fight!”

Those judged by Joo Sohee as successful candidates would be more suitable as players than the failed ones.

There was no way they would pass quietly.

Just as I decided to cut off even my fellow Earthlings and take only my own benefits.

“Hyung, Hyung! Ryuin Hyung!”

In the chaotic auditorium, someone called out to me desperately.

It was Kim Minseong.

He approached me, holding a blood-stained spear.

His girlfriend Lee Sujeong followed behind him.

“Haa, haa….”

Kim Minseong stood by my side, catching his breath.

“Ye, as expected, it’s you, Hyung. There was no one around, so I survived. Whew.”

Since the moment I shot the hatchling breath, there had been no one around me.

Like a deserted island.

“Thanks to you, I was able to find and come here.”

“…You don’t look well.”

“Pardon?”

He didn’t ask further.

Seeing a dead body and killing someone yourself must feel different.

“…Mi, Minseong.”

Lee Sujeong called out to Kim Minseong desperately and threw herself into his arms.

…He’s right next to her, so why is she looking for him?

He wondered but didn’t bother to ask out loud.

The number of people had drastically decreased.

As a result, the floor of the auditorium was piled with blood and corpses.

A sight hard to witness with a sane mind.

Some people were retching and causing a commotion.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

Lee Sujeong was a prime example.

Unable to endure the horror she faced with her own eyes, she began to vomit.

Kim Minseong hurriedly patted her back.

Kim Minseong didn’t look particularly well either, but he seemed to be holding on.

「Everyone’s so eager. I only told you to clean up half. You’ve gone beyond that.」

As the bloodthirsty atmosphere in the auditorium, reminiscent of hell, began to subside, Joo Sohee stepped forward.

「Have you all absorbed a lot of souls?」

No one answered Joo Sohee’s question.

「It’s ridiculous to bring up education in this atmosphere, but those who can listen, listen.」

“……”

「First. Players can increase their stats by killing other players. You all know that, right?」

“……”

「Second. This is a function of the soul system created because of Earthlings.」

Is that so.

‘…So it’s called an advantage.’

It must be something the Tower of Struggle created for the pathetic weaklings.

‘It applies to everyone. I’m not sure if you can call it an advantage just for Earthlings.’

Joo Sohee quickly resolved my question.

「It’s not a function for Earthlings. It’s more like, “Eat this and get lost.” You know, when you’re kicking out a son who doesn’t listen at all, you still don’t send him out naked; you at least put some underwear on him before sending him off.」

I understood roughly.

「One hundred out of one hundred, you’re dead for sure. No matter how much you struggle, you can’t beat the real ones. Unless you’re like an error being super lucky and getting a cheat skill.」

“…….”

The gazes around me focused in.

With just the term “cheat skill,” everyone thought of me first.

「Here’s an important piece of information. Third. Even though you’re a fucking idiot Earthling, is there someone who wants to survive until the end and climb the tower? That kind of person should definitely focus on luck.」

“…….”

「Because that’s the only variable an Earthling can have, with no dantian, no internal energy, no mana road, no circle, nothing.」

“…Um….”

Someone raised their hand.

A politeness that didn’t fit with hell.

When Joo Sohee passed the speaking rights, the woman asked.

“…But I don’t have any points. Uh, how am I supposed to raise them…?”

「Don’t rush me, you b*tch. I’ll distribute the points myself.」