Climbing the Mythic Tower as a Cheating Administrator - Chapter 90

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Admin with Cheat Using Legendary Tower Climbing (90)
On the pristine white floor, a jagged crack splintered outward, the stone buckling under the blow.
Had he remained standing, the impact would have been far more than a minor injury.
“That’s a bit harsh for a joke, don’t you think?”
Kim Moo-saeng frowned as he spoke.
Isabelle Green, transformed into a Yaksha, answered without emotion.
“……That was the Dean’s intention. I don’t consider it a joke.”
“So……did he think too highly of me, then? But if you’re going to play like that, I can’t exactly sit still. What do you think?”
A deliberate provocation—a signal that he wouldn’t remain passive.
“I don’t think. The one who needs to think isn’t me.”
A sharp whistle tore through the air as the Trident Spear shot forward—
aimed straight at his chest, meant to pierce through. Only by twisting his torso desperately did he manage to evade it. The reason was clear.
The speed of the attack.
The reaction time to dodge.
‘I need to use Berserk.’
His rough calculations were complete.
At this moment, evasion was barely possible.
To suppress her, he’d need Berserk.
Of course, compared to Jeong Gi-seo, Isabelle Green fell far short, so a slight adjustment to the Berserk multiplier would suffice.
But first.
“Clairvoyance!”
[Can’t see it!]
Wash responded immediately to Kim Moo-saeng’s call.
Even so, Moo-saeng’s gaze never left Isabelle Green.
She showed no awareness of Wash.
She hadn’t even turned her head.
‘So even in Yaksha Transformation, she’d need to use a separate ability to perceive Wash. And this place—this space—there’s no automatic system allowing Wash to be seen here either.’
Should he suppress Isabelle Green right now?
That wasn’t the point anyway.
If this was a kind of test, Moo-saeng would simply play along.
[Kwaa-ack, this is so absurd I can’t even laugh! How is it possible for a female this barbaric, falling short even of those beasts, to be capable of this!?]
Wash’s astonished exclamation rang out.
On that point, Moo-saeng agreed entirely.
How could an Awakener in the 50s attain such an ability?
‘……No, wait. Hold on. If that’s the case……?!’
Wash’s cry.
The situation.
In that instant, something flashed through Moo-saeng’s mind.
With another sharp whistle, Isabelle surged forward again—
her Trident Spear shooting toward Moo-saeng’s abdomen with precision. But he retreated swiftly, slipping past it.
The tip grazed so close it nearly touched his navel.
Just barely—that was the margin.
[Kim Moo-saeng! I’ll-.]
Wash rushed forward urgently, trying to aid him.
But Moo-saeng cut him off.
“Wash! This isn’t what matters! If Clairvoyance can’t see it, then do what you’re supposed to do!”
[My job? The download won’t work anyway! Without that half-savage female-.]
Wash sputtered in confusion, his tone questioning.
Another task besides helping Moo-saeng? A download? That was impossible.
He couldn’t do it alone without Hildegard.
“Not that!”
Moo-saeng answered again.
A firm clarification—he wasn’t asking for a download.
[Then…….]
Wash, who had tilted his head in confusion, suddenly adjusted his black-rimmed spectacles with a sharp motion.
And seeing this, Moo-saeng activated his Skill.
‘Berserk multiplier……250%.’
The moment his body responded, Moo-saeng drove power into his legs.
His thighs and calves rippled with newfound strength. And then—he launched himself upward!
A cutting whistle pierced the air—
In a blink, Isabelle transformed into her Yaksha form, and Kim Moo-saeng closed the distance, throwing a punch.
‘Got her—’
It was too late to evade.
Based on her attack speed, Isabelle’s agility stat should have made it impossible for her to react from this range.
‘—what?’
Yet Kim Moo-saeng’s fist cut through empty air.
She sidestepped his punch by retreating precisely two paces diagonally—a movement of flawless efficiency.
The instant her evasion ended, she was already driving the Trident Spear forward?!
“Tch!”
Even if he fell back, it would still reach him.
So instead—
Kim Moo-saeng tucked his upper body as low as possible and poured all his strength into his legs.
Charging forward and rolling away was the only escape route left.
*Slash—!*
A few strands of his hair were shorn off by the tip of the spear as he tumbled across the pristine white floor.
“Ha, wouldn’t it be rude to call that unexpected? Though I’ll admit, it stings a bit.”
He’d assumed she fought only with straightforward charges.
Her eyesight—was it that good?
The sudden spike in his stats should have made a surprise rush impossible to predict, an unpatternable assault.
“One Who Pierces Truth cannot be struck by attack,” she murmured.
One of her unique traits. Kim Moo-saeng let out a low chuckle.
“Heh. That sounds nice. If that’s the case, I could just waltz straight to the top of the tower. Invincible and all.”
That wasn’t how it worked.
Attacks don’t land?
Then she’d have conquered the tower long ago.
Kim Moo-saeng dashed forward again.
This time, instead of evading, she thrust the Trident Spear to block his charge—or so it seemed.
The moment he saw the spear aimed at his torso, he dropped and spun backward on his seat, attempting a seated spinning kick to send her tumbling.
*Whooooosh—!* The sheer wind pressure swept the floor in a perfect arc, producing a harsh grinding sound, but Isabelle simply launched into the air to avoid it.
More than that—mid-air, she drove the Trident Spear downward toward the floor, toward Kim Moo-saeng as he sat.
Kim Moo-saeng used the centrifugal force of his returning spin to roll his body out of harm’s way.
*Thunk—!* The spear pierced straight through the pristine white floor.
‘Something’s off.’
Only after several more exchanges of advance and retreat did doubt creep into Kim Moo-saeng’s mind.
With Berserk at 250%, he should be able to overwhelm her with relative ease. That was the standard.
The teal Yaksha looked at him and asked.
“Vitality and magical power exist as stats. Like in a game world. Yet there is a clear difference. Do you know what it is?”
“There’s no DLC?”
He didn’t think deeply about it.
Kim Moo-saeng threw the question back with a joke, but Isabelle didn’t bite.
She answered seriously.
“No. There is no HP or MP. Have you ever considered what that means?”
When you raise your Vitality stat, the duration you can sustain intense physical exertion increases.
In game terms—HP and stamina.
When you raise your magical power stat, the number of skills and spells you can cast grows, and their potency changes.
In game terms—MP.
It clearly has an effect, and she was right.
Yet it doesn’t appear on the Status Window.
“……Well, since limits can’t be represented by numbers……is that where you’re going with this?”
“Precisely. Awakeners who break through their limits undoubtedly exist, and if the will, effort, and resolve of an Awakener can pierce those limits, then couldn’t ‘ordinary enlightenment’ do the same? That is my first point!”
*Crash—————!*
With a powerful stomp, the Yaksha charged.
The golden Trident Spear loomed suddenly before him, and Kim Moo-saeng had to suck in his breath and lean his upper body backward.
At that moment, certainty clicked into place.
‘She got faster!’
Her speed had changed.
Was that why his attacks kept missing their mark by a hair’s breadth?
‘From the start, she wasn’t going all out. As if she expected me to use Berserk. Did she see more than just Wash—did she see my skill too?’
Did she have something like the goggles worn by the sorceress Maia?

If it’s one of her unique traits—One Who Pierces Truth—then it’s possible.
But……
Moo-saeng reached lightly into his chest.
“I thought she wasn’t the type to deceive people!”
Then he lunged forward with a sweeping punch, broad and deliberate.
That very statement, that very motion—a feint.
Past Moo-saeng’s lower body whizzed the Silver Dung Beetle Guardian, a streak of silver.
He dodged the punch. He dodged the Trident Spear’s sweep.
He avoided the kick with a backward tumble, then used the momentum to thrust the Trident Spear low, ducking under its arc.
Throughout the evenly matched exchange, a silver point circled near the teal yaksha’s field of vision.
Those dark eyes, as dark as heavy smoky makeup, didn’t escape Moo-saeng’s notice as they shifted.
What was there? Nothing.
It was merely a means to capture attention, to seize a fraction of her focus—nothing more.
“Hah!”
Moo-saeng’s arm swept outward—but what he gripped in that hand was a Short Sword.
Still too far to reach Isabelle.
Yet what extended forth was green mist, poison mist.
Extracted from the Poison-Snake through his enhanced Poison Master’s Craft skill—the Poison Mist!
‘This should be unavoidable—’
Whoosh!
‘—wait, that’s normal? What is this!?’
Yet as if she’d anticipated it, she widened the distance in an instant—
A rapid succession of backward tumbles, light enough to stir the wind itself, stripping the poison mist of its kinetic force—
‘She’s gotten faster. Much faster than before.’
One couldn’t predict an attack pattern where she stole focus with the Dung Beetle Guardian, then concentrated the poison mist in a single burst.
Which meant she’d seen it and reacted.
With an impossible response time.
‘The Yaksha Transformation isn’t the kind of skill that increases stats over time. I know that much. The others are the same.’
The Yaksha Transformation and seventeen other skills—I’ve seen them all.
Confirmed them all through the Mage Maia’s goggles.
About half of them already had their effects publicized online and elsewhere.
The rest could be roughly inferred from their names alone.
There’s no hidden information about her. No concealed trump card.
So why……
Why couldn’t he reach her?
Moo-saeng’s eyes widened suddenly.
“Some time ago, well, I did see something similar. It wasn’t quite like this, though.”
He spoke as he caught his breath.
Isabelle, who’d been about to charge at him, hesitated for a moment.
Moo-saeng fixed his gaze on her face. Many things had been said between them, but there was one phrase that recurred and never wavered.
“But if it’s true… or rather, if it could be true, I thought I should mention it.”
The rector’s intention—that phrase.
She had come to convey a meaning.
Taken literally, that was the case.
But what if it wasn’t?
What if there was a deeper meaning concealed beneath?
Moo-saeng looked at her.
Then he asked.
* * *
Geum Su-ah asked Geum Byeong-chul.
“A professor at Rebelle Grande École? How is that supposed to be a gift, Chairman?”
She’d tried various ways to pry out the identity of the gift Geum Byeong-chul had sent Moo-saeng, but only became more confused.
“It takes a minimum of five years for someone to achieve what they call a ‘Level Up’ at Rebelle Grande École… even if Moo-saeng has extraordinary talent—I mean, how would assigning a single professor make any difference? It’s not structured so you can learn something major in the short term, is it?”
The person who’d graduated from Rebelle Grande École in the shortest time was an Awakener from India.
Exactly five years from enrollment to graduation.
Beyond that, there were countless Awakeners who hadn’t met graduation requirements even after over a decade.
So how could anything change just by sending a single professor, without even following the regular curriculum?
It wasn’t just that question.
There was also her worried remark—what if Moo-saeng got seduced by Rebelle Grande École’s charm and forgot all about them?
“Heh heh, it’s not simply about a Level Up, Su-ah.”
There was no way Geum Byeong-chul didn’t know that.
Level Up? Fine if it happened. If not, so be it.
That wasn’t what Geum Byeong-chul was scheming for.
“……Is that so?”
Then what was his thinking in sending them?
What was he thinking when he connected someone from Rebelle Grande École with Kim Moo-saeng?
“It must be that he wanted to do something that would actually help Kim Moo-saeng.”
Geum Byeong-chul answered.
For Geum Su-ah, who wasn’t 100% aware of the Key—that is, of Wash—it was difficult to simply accept this.
Assuming there was something more to it.
“That’s exactly why I don’t understand the intention. Jean-François Hugo is the type of person who doesn’t easily show his true feelings to others……. Just leaving behind one professor hardly guarantees clear communication of intent.”
She was expressing her concerns about Jean-François Hugo as a person.
“It will work. What he sent isn’t some mere professor.”
She had to fall silent immediately.
What was sent isn’t a professor.
The meaning of those words.
* * *
Kim Moo-saeng finally understood as well.
“That’s right, isn’t it? Headmaster.”
The teal Yaksha’s brow twitched.
Then, soon after, those eyes changed.
When Kim Moo-saeng was first visited in his room, there had definitely been brown eyes within it.
But now, the eyes gleaming through the smoky makeup were not brown.
Blue.
Eyes of the purest, coolest blue gazed back at Kim Moo-saeng.
Eyes that made one unconsciously recall a certain person.
A twenty-five-year-old woman, Isabelle Green, wore a smile as warm as a grandfather’s.
“To have reached this point without the aid of the Key……. That is precisely the approach to essence, unburdened by superficiality.”
〈Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara (SSR)〉, Jean-François Hugo spoke.

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