Climbing the Mythic Tower as a Cheating Administrator - Chapter 109

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Admin Using Cheats Climbing the Mythical Tower (109)
Moo-saeng’s reason for searching the dragon’s lair on Floor 30 was straightforward.
If the Blue Dragon clan was confirmed to be hostile or a rival force,
he would forge a kind of contract with them to face them head-on.
He could even goad them into launching a preemptive strike against the Blue Dragon.
If not that, then when a Blue Dragon like Lapis came chasing after him, he could use Summoning-class magic to have allies appear at his side.
In any case, the core of the original plan was to escalate the stage through dragon-versus-dragon conflict, then step back himself to seize opportunities or work in the shadows.
[Are you really okay with this, Kim Moo-saeng? Can you pull this off with just that much intel?]
But he’d had to completely revise it.
An off-the-scale powerhouse named Graf had surfaced again.
And he’d obtained information from him.
“Yeah, that’s right. Come to think of it, I should’ve been considering it this way from the start.”
[What are you talking about! You’re going to hunt down an Ancient Silver Dragon and try to win it over?]
“No. You said it was hit hard—nearly wiped out. Wherever it’s hiding, it’d be thoroughly concealed. Wouldn’t finding it be impossible in the first place? Well, it’s definitely burning with revenge against Lapis, but on the flip side, it could be trembling in fear.”
[Kwraaak! So what are you going to do then, Kim Moo-saeng!]
Lapis was a powerful entity—powerful enough for Wash to acknowledge.
Yet the reason Moo-saeng could maintain relative composure was singular.
Graf already knew about Lapis.
But when he heard the name Murometsu, he learned for the first time of “an existence facing the same circumstances as himself.”
In other words?
“That means Lapis wasn’t an entity free from Reset after all.”
Lapis wouldn’t be as strong as Graf.
That much was definite.
[Hmm, I suppose that’s true, but…….]
“Then it’s fine.”
Lapis was strong.
Moo-saeng himself hadn’t fully gauged that power.
But hadn’t the basis for comparison become clear?
As long as it was certain that Lapis fell short of Graf,
‘it’s worth trying.’
The Lapis he’d met on Floor 27 had stats that were locked in place by Reset,
and Moo-saeng himself was growing as he Cleared Floor 30.
“Anyway, I really stepped in it this time.”
[What do you mean?]
“I mean, the internet—anyway, in the materials I knew about, dragons were broadly classified into two groups: Metal Dragons and Color Dragons. Subdivisions exist within those, but there’s supposedly a larger opposition at play. Gold, Silver, and other metallic types on one side; Blue, Black, and other color types on the other. Something like that.”
Dragons of the Gold and Silver variety existed.
And dragons of the Black, Red, and Blue variety existed.
The rumor was that the two different groups would clash with each other.
It turned out to be just a rumor—confirmed, no less, by an Ancient Black Dragon that transcended the Reset concept.
[……Kuhyahahaha! How primitively human. Still clinging to that habit of bundling anything ‘similar’ together.]
“Yeah, so like, there was also this talk about complementary colors—blue and red wouldn’t get along—but that wasn’t true either, was it? The kind of stuff that only shows up in pure fantasy novels, treated as fact like this. That’s why you can’t just blindly trust unverified information.”
[Yet you’re laughing about it, Kim Moo-saeng?]
“Of course. Embarrassment fades in a moment, but information is eternal.”
Though he grumbled about his blunder, Moo-saeng was convinced that he’d acquired tremendous information related to dragons with just this!
The confirmation was complete now.
He’d found a new possibility.
―Everyone’s gathered, right?
Moo-saeng broadcasted on the radio.
It was time to head out.
He had matters to attend to outside the tower as well, not just inside it.
* * *
They’d agreed to meet again at 5 p.m.
Moo-saeng and his party members, who’d emerged around 1 a.m., each went their separate ways.
Of course, there were those who stuck together during all that.
Moo-saeng and Park Hyun-gu.
“Mr. Woo-min!”
“Ah, Mr. Kim, the director!”
And Kim Woo-min.
At 10 a.m., Park Hyun-gu and Moo-saeng’s vehicle picked up Kim Woo-min.
“I’m terribly sorry. It’s just that… well, he’s been working at the company….”
The goal was to meet an expert on the Tower’s worldview, particularly regarding religions within the Emu Continent.
Moo-saeng had browsed the internet last night despite his exhaustion, so he already knew this much.
“Ah, I apologize for reaching out so suddenly. It’s actually I who should be grateful that someone as renowned as yourself would take the time to see me. I can only thank Woo-min for this.”
To be more precise, you might call him a religion enthusiast.
Moo-saeng had confirmed overnight on the internet the activities of 〈BariOPPA〉, the nickname of the world’s largest Emu Continent-related discussion community’s most active contributor.
‘The keyboard warrior energy is no joke. Might be someone scary.’
While discussions based on logic and evidence were one thing, when it came to attacks on his interests or indiscriminate criticism and slander, he’d wage keyboard battles with profanity so savage it was almost violent.
The fact that such a person happened to know Kim Woo-min—timid and fearful—was admittedly amusing.
“W-well, I appreciate you s-saying so. Then the company address is—”
“Just input it here.”
Park Hyun-gu pointed at the navigation system, breaking into a grin.
After a few taps and beeps, his car pulled away from the curb.
“Were you always interested in Emu stuff, Woo-min?”
“W-well, it’s fun, isn’t it? If you think of it like a m-movie or anime that you can actually experience—I mean, it’s something you can explore yourself—”
“I… see. Yeah, that makes sense. It’d be worth exploring if it feels like adventuring through a movie world.”
Park Hyun-gu and Kim Woo-min exchanged small talk as they drove.
Moo-saeng, sitting in the passenger seat, simply nodded along while keeping his eyes fixed on his phone.
‘The meeting should wrap up in two hours or less anyway…’
There was time until five o’clock.
So then?
[Hildegard, you’re still in Korea, right? Remember that thing Lee Jeong-gi gave me to use before? I still have it.]
Moo-saeng sent the message.
The reply arrived within seconds.
[Yes. Which item are you referring to? I seem to be unable to take calls at the moment. That’s alright, I assume?]
Normally, the mere fact that someone would switch from calls to messages was enough for Moo-saeng to make educated guesses.
Hildegard Schmidt, CEO and CTO of Metal Rhine, remained predictable.
Moo-saeng let out a soft snort and quickly typed.
[The device you gave me for emergencies. That thing—the spatial transfer switch or whatever it was.]
Back when there was no way of knowing what Lee Jeong-gi might do.
Hildegard had given Moo-saeng something to use if the situation became critical.
Not a one-time use item like a scroll, but a mechanical device requiring technology far superior—something that could be deployed whenever needed.
[Of course I have it! Though it doesn’t go anywhere you want, you know? It only goes to designated locations. It requires a coordinate marker on the spot. Hold on, I’ll send you the formula and operational principles separately]
[No no no no explanation not needed. So the coordinates themselves can be set to wherever I want, right?]
Of course the operational principles were entirely unnecessary information.
What mattered was whether it could deliver the functional result Moo-saeng wanted.
[It’s actually really interesting—conceptually similar to finding Wash’s main body, which is a shame you’re not curious]
[No, so I’m just confirming—the coordinates can be set to wherever I specify, correct?]
[Yes. The Marker is a bit large, but as long as you have it, you’re set. It moves to wherever the Marker is installed.]
At Hildegard’s explanation, Moo-saeng’s lips curled into a smile.
He quickly typed out another message.
[Could I borrow it today? Ideally before five o’clock.]
[Acting like someone who’s completely left everything in my hands now, and sadly that’s all I can say is possible ｡°(°´ᯅ`°)°｡]
“Pfft.”
“Huh? What are you up to?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
Laughter escaped him without warning.
Moo-saeng quickly shook his head at Park Hyun-gu’s question.
[But next time make sure I’m with Wash too! I have to leave Korea in a few days, so I’m not sure when that’ll be.]
[Where are you going?]
[Secret (𓏼ᖛ⥿ᖛ𓏼)]
[OK]
[Wow, not even asking further… anyway, I’ll send you the address. Come between 2 and 5!]
Hildegard’s message carried a new tone of wistfulness, but Moo-saeng knew better.
She wasn’t the type to feel such emotions.
‘After all, she’s the CEO of Metal Rhine and Eight Seconds. It was strange that she was stuck in Korea at all.’
One could scarcely imagine how busy her real work must be.
Rather, if Hildegard were to go abroad for a bit?
Moo-saeng found himself thinking he might be able to keep the device he was borrowing today for a little longer.
“Is it… here?”
“Yes. There’s a café in the lobby on the first floor, so if you wait there, she should arrive…”
The vehicle arrived at the company of the person Kim Moo-saeng was about to meet.
At Park Hyun-gu’s awkward question, Moo-saeng turned his gaze toward the window.
And he saw it.
“……Geumseong. Wait, what…….”
They had arrived at Geumseong Headquarters.
It wasn’t as though he harbored any particularly bad memories of the place.
If anything, it might be closer to a location where good opportunities arose fairly often.
And yet some creeping unease and tension seized him.
Beep.
The moment they entered the Parking Lot, Moo-saeng understood immediately.
“Have you ever registered your car here?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Since when is my vehicle registered as a regular parking car at Geumseong?”
Park Hyun-gu’s license plate was registered in the system.
There was only one person capable of such a thing.
Rather—precisely because she was the sort of person who would do something like this.
The moment a specific vehicle entered the lot……?!
[Did you come to see me?]
She’d have set up an alert notification.
A message arrived from Geum Su-ah.
[Congratulations on clearing Floor 67, Deputy Director.]
Moo-saeng recalled the information he’d confirmed online the previous night and sent her a reply.
[Come up. I need to tell you something.]
[Though that’s not actually why I came today…….]
[Then I’ll head down. The lobby.]
“Ah.”
“What. Did Su-ah show up?”
“Yeah. You’re spooky, man.”
As they finished parking and walked, Moo-saeng quickly gathered his thoughts.
What business was she bringing to him this time?
[Hehehehe! Since you broke through Floor 67, maybe she wants to give you a gift. Or should I say, there’s no way around it—that female’s taken an interest in you, Kim Moo-saeng.]
Wash’s last remark grated on him, but with Kim Woo-min present, there was little he could do but sigh quietly and shake his head.
‘Information on clearing Floor 68……. That’s probably the most realistic reason, isn’t it.’
Moo-saeng had known about Floor 67 from the start.
Whether she knew where his information came from, she must be aware that he’d made contact with Steve King.
In that case, one could consider a connection with Windbloom.
So perhaps she was coming to say something like, ‘Talk nicely to Steve King and see if you can squeeze out information on Floor 68, would you?’
‘Or is it about the Five-Ring Eye? Though the Five-Ring Eye is already directly connected through me and the Association, so there’s no particular opening for Su-ah to wedge into, is there? Maybe she’s just coming to probe—what exactly am I doing with the Five-Ring Eye?’
For someone as information-hungry as Geum Su-ah, that seemed plausible.
The Five-Ring Eye was someone the World Awakener Association could only contact through its highest ranks.
As the most prominent guild in South Korea, Geumseong would inevitably desire to seize information about what they were plotting.
“Whenever she shows up, it’s always so dazzling, isn’t it.”
In the main headquarters at 10 a.m.—with Geumseong’s guild members and ordinary staff bustling about frantically.
In the lobby café on the first floor.
Toward Kim Moo-saeng, Park Hyun-gu, and Kim Woo-min.
“Woo-min oppa!”
“Moo-saeng!”
Two women threw their hands up and called out.
The two women regarded each other.
And the three men did likewise.
Kim Woo-min stammered as he opened his mouth.
“Th-this person is an acquaintance of mine who was hired at Geumseong as a s-special appointment based on research into the Barion Religion.”
The atmosphere grew so tense—the sheer intensity of what seemed to be a confrontation—that even Moo-saeng shook his head in bewilderment.
The foremost domestic expert on the Barion Religion of the Aemu Continent was.
“Ah, I see. Brother.”
Only then could Moo-saeng understand.
The nickname BariOPPA.
Was a woman.

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