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24 – 1st Floor, 3v3 Team Battle.

The night when you have to point out your opponent.

Joo So-hee spoke.

─ Earthlings are particularly popular. It’s something you’ll often experience in the Tower of Struggle, so it’s best to adapt quickly.

Joo So-hee suggested a method to the superstars on the first floor.

Earthlings should choose each other.

─ If you compete with beings from other dimensions, nine out of ten times you’ll be eliminated. Honestly, nine out of ten is being generous. But if Earthlings compete with each other, half can survive and move up to the upper floors.

Earthlings had no choice.

They chose the opponent who seemed the easiest.

There was a lot of information.

They had been holding tournaments all week.

‘There are many problems with fixed answers. I can easily make money.’

Perhaps Joo So-hee had this situation in mind when she brought the test.

Waiting room.

“Oh Daehyup. What are you planning to do?”

Eun Seoryeong asked, flipping a gold coin.

“…I’ll follow what the administrator said. The more we gather, the better.”

The match table was revealed.

The order seemed random, with no apparent criteria.

[BATTLE 62.]

[TEAM Madogwang VS TEAM Eun Seoryeong]

It was written in large letters.

“I don’t know if I can use my name. There’s Oh Dae-hyeop.”

“What does it matter? It’s just a name.”

Being the team leader didn’t come with any bonuses.

I wasn’t interested in hollow honors.

My mind was filled with thoughts of gold coins.

How could I inflate them as much as possible?

‘Should I make an investment plan?’

Securing bullets was important first.

That way, I could secure the safety net of diversified investments.

[1st Floor, Win and Prove It]

Prove in front of everyone that you are the one who can take a step towards the throne.

The tower’s message appeared as if it was about to start in earnest.

“Shall we start with the first match?!”

As the administrator spoke, the television screen switched.

A dome-shaped arena.

A player stood in the center.

In the blink of an eye, they were summoned to fight.

They glared at each other with faces full of tension.

“It’s a match between Earthlings! Come on, place your credits! If it’s too hard, you don’t have to bet!”

There was something I had seen before.

If it was a match between Earthlings, it was easy to predict who would win.

“……”

Eun Seoryeong and Baek Songdo followed me subtly.

They must have thought they couldn’t afford to lose important credits carelessly.

The battle ended more emptily than expected.

Just because they were both Earthlings didn’t mean they were on the same level.

‘Even if the abilities are the same, the level varies greatly depending on the pilot.’

There was a lot of free time while the tournament was held for a week.

I heard various plausible stories from Kim Minseong.

─ It’s similar to a game. Even characters with the same specs can perform vastly differently depending on which tier player is handling them.

Full gear, max level, whether the tier is bronze or challenger.

When a character’s life reaches zero, you have to watch a gray screen.

It’s like a game.

─ If we make that assumption, it also explains why you’re strong. You have a natural athletic sense.

Since Earthlings have similar specs, the pilot’s senses become even more important.

“Money has increased by two coins.”

“The Earthlings’ martial arts follow Master Oh, and we can teach you the martial arts of the Central Plains.”

Eun Seoryeong and Baek Song smiled contentedly as they collected the gold coins.

The first gambling result seemed satisfactory.

‘…Didn’t they say they were Taoists?’

The Taoists I know are like monks.

A monk obsessed with material desires.

Their reactions felt very unfamiliar, making them seem awkward.

「Next match! You have 1 minute to choose!」

The bullets doubled.

From now on, I invest only one, saving the other in case I’m wrong.

“Oh!”

The hit rate was higher than expected.

The gold coins gradually increased.

Greed slowly crept in.

If I had put in two instead of one, I would have doubled my earnings.

A familiar greed wriggled.

‘Safety first.’

I shook my head.

Barely suppressed my desire.

No need to overdo it.

The most important thing in this kind of gambling is not to lose.

“I can’t stand it.”

“……”

Can a Taoist really be this impatient?

Eun Seoryeong invested all the gold coins she had in one place.

“aaah! Please!”

The result was a failure.

“……”

Eun Seoryeong lost all her gold coins.

She was left penniless.

Baek Song glanced at Eun Seoryeong.

There was a subtle contempt in his fleeting gaze.

In contrast, my gold coins kept increasing.

With a good winning rate, it was inevitable.

After just 30 matches, my gold coins had reached 100.

It was thanks to the substantial bets in the certain Earthling matches.

“Wow, that’s amazing, Oh Daehyeop.”

Baek Song was also struggling in his own way, but Eun Seoryeong was just sucking her fingers alone.

Despite her mature appearance, she couldn’t help but look pathetic.

Eun Seoryeong looked at me.

Her eyes were somewhat desperate.

Her gaze soon turned to the pile of gold coins.

“…Do you want this?”

“I do have some shame.”

Eun Seoryeong firmly refused.

“But if you were to offer me one… I wouldn’t refuse, considering your generosity, Daehyeop.”

“……”

Watching Eun Seoryeong speak with a shameless face, a good idea suddenly came to mind.

‘Is it possible?’

Through the illusory ancient book, one can receive a race-specific bonus.

I don’t know how this is possible, but…

‘What if I change my race to a martial artist?’

I proposed the idea, wagering one gold coin.

“Can you teach me martial arts?”

I’m not asking for anything grand.

Even a third-rate martial art that a middleman who wants to change careers to a warrior can buy and learn in the marketplace is enough.

‘I just want to see if it really works.’

In the Tower of Struggle, there are two ways to acquire skills.

The first is through rewards.

Random boxes received from Chirak, random boxes found in the battle for the course ticket, and so on.

The second is through training.

Earthlings cannot choose the second method.

That’s why they are treated like trash.

“The martial arts of the Jeomchang Sect cannot be taught to outsiders. But I can certainly teach you basic martial arts like the Samjae Sword Technique or the Yukhap Fist Technique.”

Eun Seoryeong nodded and readily agreed.

【Race – Murim-in】

I quickly manipulated the status window.

I changed the race column registered as Black Dragon to Murim-in.

“Raise your sword.”

Eun Seoryeong recited a short incantation and demonstrated the movements.

I clumsily followed those movements.

Horizontal slash, vertical slash, thrust.

It wasn’t difficult.

Ding-.

[Samjae Sword Technique 三才劍法][Lv.1][E]

[Physical damage of Samjae Sword Technique’s basic moves increases by 『202%』.]

Skill acquired.

And a skill level that does not exist in the soul system of Earthlings.

‘It’s possible.’

If you change your race with an illusory ancient book, you can acquire the skills of that race.

Maybe it was because I confirmed the endless possibilities.

The corners of my mouth twitched involuntarily.

A single gold coin was not wasted at all.

* * *

Before the 62nd match began.

Six people were summoned to the arena.

A familiar face appeared.

“It’s Ryu In.”

As soon as Kim Min-seong saw Oh Ryu-in, he bet all his gold coins on that team.

With a heart walking on thin ice, he bet all 12 gold coins he had meticulously saved.

It was an all-in.

He didn’t even consider the possibility that Oh Ryu-in might lose.

Lee Soo-jung, who was watching from the side, was horrified and tried to stop him.

“Can you just bet like that? What if you lose everything? You barely saved them. Just invest one….”

Kim Min-seong spoke firmly.

“No. Ryu In will never lose. He will definitely win.”

His voice was full of conviction.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

The two were childhood friends.

Their mothers’ friendship, which began at the postpartum care center, extended to them.

They had known each other for a long time.

So it was even harder to understand.

‘How long has it been since he met that person?’

Does he trust him that much?

What if he gets betrayed?

Moreover, Oh Ryu-in is an Earthling.

He participated in the tournament with them and accumulated points.

He is expected to have become quite strong, almost monopolizing the points….

But still, it doesn’t seem like he would have an advantage over the martial artists.

No matter how much he thought about it, Kim Min-seong’s judgment was a mistake.

He would definitely regret it.

“Soo-jung. I told you. The Tower of Struggle is like a world from a novel.”

It’s full of all kinds of monstrous races.

There were many players who literally looked like monsters, not just metaphorically.

Those monsters looked at Earthlings as if they were insects.

In reality, Earthlings were trampled by the monster players.

Some were even eaten.

“This structure doesn’t make sense. It’s too unfair. Earth should have something to make it fair.”

“Doesn’t make sense? What you’re saying makes even less sense.”

Lee Soo-jung glanced at the new member sitting behind her and whispered.

“…What did you say? A returner from an error?”

“Absolutely. Trust me.”

“Returning to the past when you die? How is that possible? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“You should go all-in too. All 20 gold coins. It will definitely double.”