Chapter 5

Chapter 5: I Obtained an S-rank Reward

Pyongyang Presidential Palace.

While Choi Hyunwoo was experiencing the greatest crisis of his life over possible military service...

"So this is what the air outside the Tower smells like."

Orc Great General Krog took a deep breath and looked around.

Pyongyang had already been dealt with.

North Korean tanks, armored vehicles, helicopters, and other military equipment burned throughout the city, sending smoke into the sky.

Soldiers struck by the Orcs' personal weapon, the Gatling Laser, had been vaporized without even leaving corpses behind.

Emergency communications had reached other parts of North Korea informing them that Pyongyang was under attack.

However, military units from outside the city couldn't easily advance into Pyongyang.

They didn't have enough fuel.

Many units had also lost the will to fight after learning that Pyongyang had already fallen.

However...

"Great General Krog! Human forces are advancing from the south!"

"Are you afraid?"

"No, sir!"

Krog pushed aside the reporting Orc and addressed the Orc warriors standing in formation.

"We Orcs will crush the primitive and weak armies of humanity! Then we will soak this land in human blood and force the entire world to kneel beneath our feet!"

"KRAAAAAH!"

"Great General! Great General! Great General!"

"Drink the humans' blood!"

"Hang human intestines around our necks!"

The Orc army roared at Krog's speech.

Then...

Whoooooosh!

The sound of air being torn apart echoed from the distant sky.

"Great General! A formation of bombers is approaching from above!"

Krog lifted his head and looked toward the blurry clouds.

Shadows moved through the sky.

Bombers and fighter jets escorting them flew in formation at regular intervals.

"It seems the humans still believe the sky belongs to them."

Krog snorted.

Above Pyongyang.

The bombers descended together and opened their bomb bays.

Amid a tremendous roar, black dots began falling toward the ground.

At that moment...

Vrrrrrr!

The barrels of the Orc warriors' Gatling Lasers began spinning simultaneously.

Zzzzzzzap!

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Countless red beams shot upward from the ground and pierced the sky.

The heavens flashed red as if soaked in blood.

Dozens of bombers began spewing smoke before breaking apart in midair.

The pilots disappeared into the light before they could even scream.

The Orcs didn't require any special anti-air weapons.

Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of red laser beams filled the sky.

There was no possible way for the pilots to avoid the Orcs' anti-air fire.

Fighters and bombers were destroyed one after another.

Burning debris scattered beneath them and rained down across Pyongyang.

The remaining pilots urgently attempted evasive maneuvers.

But the lasers pursued them at terrifying speed, almost as if mocking their efforts.

The third and fourth bombers attempting to retreat exploded almost instantly.

Fireballs blooming in the sky dyed the daylight red.

"The god of the sky has abandoned humanity."

Krog slowly smiled.

"Now both this land and the sky belong to the Orcs."

Before Krog even finished speaking, the final bomber formation cut communications and hurriedly retreated south.

Only black smoke and wreckage remained above Pyongyang.

The Orc warriors roared wildly.

Their cheers were louder than the explosions and continued far longer.

"Now it is time to prepare for the true war."

Great General Krog had known from the beginning that the human army stationed in Pyongyang wasn't everything.

"This place is merely the beginning!"

This was the world of humans.

There would be countless human countries and armies waiting for them.

"But there is nothing to fear. We have never met an enemy we could not defeat!"

Numerical inferiority meant nothing.

"Even now, my Munitions Factory continues producing armor and weapons for our warriors! The more our warriors accomplish, the more we will eventually be able to manufacture fighters and submarines as well!"

After finishing his long speech, Great General Krog turned around.

A Gate stood there.

It looked like an abyssal monster opening its jaws.

"Wait here. I will cross back into the Tower, report our first victory, and bring the remaining warriors with me."

"Great General! Great General! Great General!"

With his warriors cheering, Krog stepped toward the Gate.

Half of Krog's body passed through it.

Then...

Flash!

The Gate suddenly closed.

The two connected spaces were severed.

And then...

Splurt.

The remaining half of Krog's body, with the front half cleanly missing, collapsed forward.

"Grrr?"

"Great General?"

For several moments, the Orc warriors couldn't understand what had just happened.

Then...

"Th-The Great General is dead...!"


My house.

"So the Floor 80 Boss died because of that? Because I closed the Gate?"

[Correct.]

The system messages answered my questions surprisingly well.

Apparently, it was willing to explain things related to Tower clears.

Maybe that was because I'd cleared the floor myself.

I was unbelievably lucky...!

People said life was seventy percent luck and thirty percent skill?

No.

Ninety percent luck and ten percent skill!

While I was deciding whether or not to close the S-rank Gate...

Orc Great General Krog had coincidentally attempted to pass through it.

And I'd closed the Gate at that exact moment!

My "strategic contemplation" had worked.

I'm starting to scare myself...!

I was becoming afraid of my own genius.

No.

It had gone beyond fear.

I was in awe.

My hands and feet trembled under the weight of my own existence.

This is the power of a man worth four billion won an hour!

Shake, shake, shake, shake!


The next morning.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Countless system notifications woke me up early.

What the hell? It's only 9:30.

So I closed my eyes again.

When I came to my senses, it was 2 p.m.

What a refreshing morning.

After getting out of bed, I quickly ate something and launched my game.

As usual, I started with some simple life-skill content to gather gold.

Then a nearby character caught my attention.

That's a ranked player.

You could recognize a ranked player just by looking at them.

Their weapon shone with a golden aura.

It was an effect exclusive to Legendary weapons.

I checked the other character's Combat Power.

It was over 3,000.

And their level was only 1,550.

I'm level 1,500.

There was only a fifty-level difference.

Yet there was a difference of almost 2,000 Combat Power.

Even a difference of 1,000 Combat Power makes you around twenty percent stronger.

If I used the same skill and dealt 100 million damage, that guy would deal around 140 million.

I walked closer and typed.

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Hey.

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Yes?

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How much money did you spend on that weapon?

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? Why?

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Oh, I'm thinking about getting a Legendary weapon too haha.

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Oh, I see. I haven't counted exactly, but I think I spent around 200 million won?

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Two hundred million?

Bourgeois bastard.

He spent 200 million won on nothing but data?

But then...

Wait. I have 200 million too.

...I want one!

A Legendary weapon!

I quietly checked my bag.

Ziiip.

Inside were countless bundles of Teacher Shin Saimdang.

The spirit and soul of the Korean people I'd rescued.

One billion won in cash!

I opened the calculator.

"Hmm... I worked for fifteen minutes yesterday."

I tapped on my smartphone calculator while lying under my blanket.

One billion won in fifteen minutes.

Four billion won per hour.

Ninety-six billion won in twenty-four hours.

672 billion won in seven days.

2.88 trillion won in thirty days.

And in one year...

"...An annual salary of thirty-five trillion and forty billion won?"

I couldn't speak for a long time.

Yes.

At last, I could finally see my true value.

There had only ever been one reason the world had looked down on me.

The world simply couldn't afford me...!

I stared at the clock on the wall.

Every time the second hand moved, it made a ticking sound.

Tick!

1.11 million won.

Tick!

1.11 million won.

This was no longer a clock.

It was a money-counting machine.

Even right now, the world is using me for free.

Suddenly, I entered a state of deep enlightenment.

I've been giving away far too much for free.

The time I spent sleeping.

The time I spent breathing.

Even the time I spent sitting on the toilet and contemplating life.

Every second was an act of wasting me.

Choi Hyunwoo.

A man worth four billion won an hour.

No.

A genius.

Then I noticed the instant noodle cups, drink bottles, and snack wrappers that had already piled up around my computer desk again.

Should I clean them?

Cleaning? Absolutely not.

I shook my head.

My hourly wage was four billion won.

And I was supposed to clean?

That was a thirty-billion-won loss.

You could start an entire cleaning company with thirty billion won.

And I was supposed to do it myself?

That's not something a shareholder should do.

Why was I suddenly talking about being a shareholder?

Not a shareholder in some company.

I was a major shareholder in this "world."

Yes. From now on, I'll put a price on my time.

I would never work for free.

I'm a man worth 1.11 million won per second.

One second was 1.11 million won.

One hour was four billion.

There's no reason to hesitate over a measly 200 million won.

Besides!

I don't even own a house or a car.

Other than living expenses, I had nowhere else to spend my money.

That meant I could freely pour money into my game.

At this point, it was almost as if the world itself was pushing me toward spending money in the cash shop!

As a major shareholder of this world, how could I possibly ignore the world's request?

But then...

How am I supposed to charge that much cash?

This wasn't 200,000 won.

Or even two million won.

I couldn't exactly buy 200 million won worth of gift cards.

Even if I emptied every convenience store in the neighborhood, it wouldn't be enough.

These days, gift card codes were printed directly on receipts.

Still, buying 200 million won worth was ridiculous.

Now that I think about it, that's not the only problem.

Even if I wanted to use my one billion won for something, I couldn't.

If I wasn't careful, the National Tax Service might come knocking.

They'd interrogate me about where the money came from.

Then they'd tell me to pay taxes.

But I didn't want to pay taxes.

What do I do?

Then one of the system messages that had piled up caught my eye.

[You have obtained the Tower of Fate Tutorial Reward.]

[Storage Space is now available through "Hunter Inventory."]

Storage Space?

Was Hunter Inventory actually an inventory?

Well, if it weren't, there wouldn't be much reason to call it "Inventory."

I opened it.

"Krog's Gatling Laser (S)" was stored inside.

[Krog's Gatling Laser]

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Rank: S

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Equipping this item grants the passive skill "Krog's Strength (S)."

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Uses Top-Grade Magic Stones as fuel.

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I equipped [Krog's Gatling Laser].

It was enormous.

It's as light as a feather.

Despite being a gigantic mass of metal, I could barely feel its weight.

My entire body also felt unbelievably light.

If I jump...

I felt like my head might smash straight through the ceiling.

 

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