Climbing the Mythic Tower as a Cheating Administrator - Chapter 36

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Cheating Admin Climbing a Mythic Tower (36)
[Rewards will be distributed according to Contribution Rate.]
[Stat Points +13]
[Contribution Rate Distribution: Kim Musaeng 100% / Park Hyunggu 0%]
[Kim Musaeng: Stat Points +13 acquired]
[Park Hyunggu: Stat Points +0 acquired]
Party play is harder than solo play.
Therefore, rewards grow larger.
What would have been 8 points in a solo run has swelled to 13.
And taking it all for himself with 100% Contribution Rate—!
He could achieve growth equivalent to clearing nearly two entire floors.
But that wasn’t all Musaeng would gain.
[Hidden Condition achieved.]
[After All, There Is Only One Head]
[Monster Alliance Leader defeated]
[Additional rewards granted.]
[Sectional Stat Bonus +13]
[Contribution Rate Distribution: Kim Musaeng 100% / Park Hyunggu 0%]
[Kim Musaeng: Sectional Stat Bonus +13 acquired]
[Kim Musaeng: Blood Feud of the High Orc Tribe acquired]
[Kim Musaeng: Nightmare of All Orcs acquired]
[Kim Musaeng: Additional Attack Power against Small Monsters +45%]
[Kim Musaeng: Additional Attack Power against Large Monsters +30%]
[Kim Musaeng: Skill 〈Intimidation〉 acquired]
Before his eyes, a cascade of system messages scrolled into view.
Blood feud, nightmare, new skill, additional attack power from the Contribution Rate reward—
Joy from such staggering rewards?
“The tribe’s blood feud! I will kill him!”
“Grind him! Devour him!”
──────, ──────!
“Blast! If it flares bright enough to blind me, how am I supposed to see?”
Musaeng nearly took a High Orc spear through his chest before he could process it.
The High Orcs faltered for just an instant—a moment of shock.
An human evading a thrust at maximum speed from this close distance?
[Kyakkyakkyak! So what now, Kim Musaeng? If you flee into the tunnel, they’ll definitely chase after you.]
“Washi. Floor 11 is cleared, right?”
[It is.]
Floor 11 was cleared.
But the moment of clearance doesn’t freeze everything on that floor.
Monsters and all life forms on this level continue to move, nature continues its cycle.
Then what?
“Still, I can get Repeated Action Rewards, can’t I?”
[……Yes, I suppose. The condition is met, but nothing has stopped.]
“Okay. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
So I can grind my stats higher.
Musaeng steadied his breathing.
Whoooooosh—
A long exhale, a long inhale.
“Human, hu—man?”
He did nothing else.
Only breathing deeply.
“The chieftain’s blood feud…… The enemy.”
The Special Trait 〈Blood Feud of the High Orc Tribe〉—from now on, on any floor, whenever High Orcs exist as a race, they would go mad with fury and charge at Musaeng to kill him.
Yet the High Orcs did not charge forward easily.
“Hu, hu—man, human…….”
“Ghuu, krrh.”
Instead, the High Orcs flinched and began to retreat from Musaeng.
The Special Trait 〈Nightmare of All Orcs〉.
Musaeng—an existence carved into their very instincts.
The moment they recognized him as the one who had slain the High Orc chieftain, the apex of all orc-kind.
Intimidation skill.
Before someone with a certain level of stat difference, fear took root.
Intellectually, he knew Kim Musaeng had to die.
But the terror carved into his body screamed only one command: flee.
The High Orcs stood paralyzed, unable to decide.
Kim Musaeng exhaled a long breath.
One reason was to center himself before the coming battle—to steady his breathing and find peace of mind and body.
“Good, I’ve sorted my status window anyway…….”
And practically speaking, organizing the stat points from the [Status Window] was another.
Only after finishing this deep breath with its dual purpose
“Time for some enjoyable grinding.”
Kim Musaeng smiled.
Whoosh.
The High Orcs lost sight of his silhouette.
There was no need to find him again anyway.
The next moment, two High Orcs already had holes through their chests.
It was an ambush they couldn’t even see, let alone react to.
* * *
Monster vision differed from human sight.
They didn’t lose their target even in darkness.
“Over there, that way—.”
“Grab him, the human!”
“Where? The human? Where—kyaaaagh!”
Yet now the monsters stood bewildered.
How many humans were there?
Where was he attacking from? How?
“T-the human! The human!”
“Kwaaaaagh—!”
Why had this even happened in the first place?
Where was the leader? The High Orcs who led the Alliance?
“Chyuack, grab him, the human! Kill him!”
“Kee—!? Kee!”
“Kee! Kee!”
“K-krrrrgh……! Clang, clang!”
Tribal affiliation meant nothing now.
Orcs, trolls, goblins, kobolds…….
The monsters that had tormented humans in their own ways all faced the same end: death.
Whoooosh——!
Flames even began erupting from several tents.
The fire burned strong enough to be seen from the Fortress, leaving its defenders equally dumbfounded.
A situation neither human nor monster could comprehend.
Only the face of the one who created it shone with clarity.
“Hm.”
Kim Musaeng severed a troll’s neck with Slayken’s Poisoned Fangs.
Foam bubbled from that mangled throat, and the wound began closing rapidly, but such external trauma meant nothing.
“Chyu, chyukururu…….”
Poison.
Unless the creature could neutralize it internally, death was inevitable.
That’s why Kim Musaeng never looked back after striking once, moving straight to his next target.
“Poison, careful! Danger!”
“Attack him, the human!”
And these weren’t trolls that would simply accept their fate.
Normal wounds healed easily if they “stung a little.”
Human poison was far worse.
“Throw! Now!”
—, —, —, —, —, —, —…….
Then killing the human took priority, even if it meant risking friendly fire!
Dozens of javelins flew toward Kim Musaeng.
A single direct hit would be serious injury.
He could easily die.
“Pretty slow.”
If that were true, maybe.
The javelins the trolls threw—swift enough by most standards—Kim Musaeng dodged them all with casual grace.
“Screech!”
“Yelp—!”
For the trolls, it was fortunate the projectiles landed in the earth.
In reality, the javelins had lodged themselves in the chests and bellies of the trolls facing each other.
The moment weakened creatures came into view?
‘Necks only. One strike each. The instant I perceive their attacks, I evade.’
Kim Musaeng drew near with uncanny precision, severing each troll’s neck in a single clean stroke.
In other words, even as he raged across the battlefield, not a single thought of ‘how do I survive’ occupied his mind.
Just as he had asked Washi earlier.
Identifying weakened monsters.
Attacking the same point on each individual.
Perception, evasion, accuracy, agility—nothing mattered but raising his Stat Points, whatever the means.
[You’re not exploiting their weak points this time, Kim Musaeng?]
Washi drifted lazily through the air around him, asking the question.
No matter how quickly Kim Musaeng moved, Washi kept pace without effort, so distance was never a concern.
Kim Musaeng tilted his head, not grasping the question.
“Weak points? I’m cutting their necks.”
[Kyakkyakk, not that. Dungeon Sherpa, all those titles—you were always spouting something like that, weren’t you? Is it just too difficult facing this many insects at once?]
Washi laughed, pressing the matter again.
A provocation of sorts, a test of Kim Musaeng’s limits.
The words were laden with exactly that kind of insinuation.
“Hah. Pffft, why would I need to do that?”
[What?]
Kim Musaeng merely laughed, unbothered.
Until now, every battle had been exactly as Washi described.
Observing the monsters’ ecology, habits, and known weak points.
Leveraging the surrounding environment, using it or turning it against them.
The kind of combat only possible with the experience of a Dungeon Sherpa behind you.
But now?
“Hnngh—cough.”
“Screech, screech!”
Evade, slash, deflect, cut.
Slash, slash, slash.
Frontal assault. Brute-force combat so crude it bordered on stupid.
Trapped in the thick of the enemy lines, there simply was no time to strategize or plan approaches.
Washi’s question carried exactly that undertone.
“Just like you said, Washi. Against these insects…. There’s no need to be careful.”
Kim Musaeng replied that creatures this pathetic didn’t warrant such effort.
Washi adjusted the black-framed glasses with a slight cough.
[Hrm, didn’t you say yourself? You’d need to reach Floors 25, 30 to wipe them all out?]
“Heh, hehehehe…. Exactly why, Washi.”
Running like the wind, striking like lightning.
Why no monster could stop Kim Musaeng, raging like a mad colt?
[Hmm?]
It was simple principle, clear logic.
When he’d invoked the Hidden Condition to disable Maia’s Guardian.
At the moment he’d just cleared Floor 6, Kim Musaeng’s total Stat Sum was 572.
[Kim Musaeng]
—Age: 29
—Awakened Ability: 〈Transmission〉
—Attributes
Strength: 144(72) Agility: 144(72)
Stamina: 144(72) Magical Power: 144(72)
Knowledge: 144(72) Accuracy: 144(72)
Will: 144(72) Luck: 154(77)
Remaining Stat Points: 26
—Skills: Poison Mastery, Strong Bones, Mage Maia’s Magicraft Engineering, Structure Recognition, Intimidation
—Resistance: Poison (S), Hemorrhage (E), Fear (E)
—Climbing Record: Highest Floor 11
·Solo—Floors 1–10
·Additional or Hidden Rewards—Floors 1–11
·Multiplayer—Floor 11 (Park Hyunggu)
And now, having cleared even the Floor 11 party play.
Kim Musaeng’s Total Stat Sum, with the Hardened Body applied, was 1,162.
And still, just in case, he held 26 Stat Points left unallocated.
“By stats alone, I’m already an Awakener of Floor 30 tier, perhaps beyond that.”
A monster—that’s what he was.
Considering that Park Dohyun of the Korea One-Way Group, who had climbed all the way to Floor 37 through entirely party play, had a Total Stat Sum of merely 242, Kim Musaeng’s confidence was grounded in solid fact.
—Special Property: High resistance to Magical Pressure.
Additional Attack Power against Small Monsters +90%
Additional Attack Power against Large Monsters +40%
Additional Attack Power against Artificial Monsters +5%
Movement Speed +5%
Maia’s Seal Mark
Ability increase from Passive Skill Hardened Body
Enemy of the High Orc Tribe
Nightmare of all orcs
And it wasn’t just raw stats.
Trolls and High Orcs were somewhat ambiguous, but every other monster could fairly be called small-sized.
Large Monsters referred to those absurdly massive creatures like Ogres, Cyclopes, and Yetis—the truly gargantuan ones.
“Shriek!”
“Gurrrgh…….”
“Hee-. Kikikikik!”
Combined with the already formidable Slayken’s Poisoned Fangs, wasn’t that precision strike—severing only the neck—essentially receiving nearly double the additional attack power bonus?
Around him lay only the corpses of monsters and burning tents.
“He’s… human. Not human.”
“No match. Can’t fight.”
“Flee. Run away.”
The monsters could no longer bring themselves to charge at Kim Musaeng.
They had witnessed it.
That inhuman being, drenched in blood, silhouetted against the burning tents.
[Accuracy increased by 1.]
[Agility increased by 1.]
“They go up in two hours? So it’s not about spending time—it’s the number of targets that matters. Nice!”
Kim Musaeng smiled as his Accuracy and Agility stats rose.
That smile would be his last respite.
The Monster Alliance’s encampment, now utterly in ruins, began to collapse.
“F-flee…… Run!”
“Live! Survive!”
“To the settlement! To the settlement!”
Every monster scattered and bolted in different directions.
“No—I haven’t raised my Strength stat yet! Don’t go! My stats!”
Kim Musaeng ran.
And he kept his word. To raise his Strength stat.
Without even Slayken’s Poisoned Fangs.
“Shriek!?”
Kim Musaeng hoisted an orc up with his bare hands.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch…
Then he folded its waist in half.
Some of the monsters who saw this forgot their very instinct to flee and sat down, trembling with fear.
[……The obsessive tenacity of this bastard knows no bounds, honestly.]
Washi muttered under her breath.
By the time dawn broke, there was nothing left in the Monster Alliance’s encampment that could still be called an “alliance.”

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