Climbing the Mythic Tower as a Cheating Administrator - Chapter 92

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The Admin Who Cheats: Mythical Tower Climbing (92)
Even amid the chaos whirling around him, Kim Moo-saeng shouted.
“Wash! That’s not the point! If the Thousand-Li Eyes can’t see it! Do what you need to do!”
[What I need to do? I can’t download it anyway! Unless that crude female—.]
“Not that!”
Wash, who had been moving to suppress the immediate instability, suddenly halted.
A download was impossible.
Suppressing this situation was, conversely, simple.
But not that?
[Then…….]
Wash’s thought process arrived at the same place at once.
The sharp clicking of his beak was an expression of satisfaction.
‘Even in a moment like this……. You let your thoughts run in that direction, Kim Moo-saeng.’
The question of whether the Thousand-Li Eyes could perceive this space or not was certainly one he could grasp.
After all, hadn’t this phenomenon emerged precisely while he was discussing something related to what that crude female could see?
‘Confirming the pattern most similar to the current situation…… inferring possibilities that could arise from that pattern…….’
But to advance beyond that step?
That was no simple matter.
Not even Wash himself had grasped it immediately.
Much less could he have predicted that that crude human—now thrashing about, lunging and dodging—would have arrived at such a thought.
Wash immediately began manipulating his Ultra-High Vision Monitor for Information Search.
Complete separation of space—something that could be done only once when decompressing.
It was different from the concept of creating a separate layer.
It was closer to the server itself being replaced entirely.
Complete isolation. No contact between them.
‘Perfect implementation would be impossible with the abilities of that crude human alone, but if my technical prowess were added to it—.’
And therein lay the ability to approach undetected.
[CX-Ω-74 Tower Access Approved]
‘-Kya-kya-kya-kya! I did it, Kim Moo-saeng!’
Because they had no idea of this side’s existence, this side could quietly pry open the back door!
Wash began rapidly scanning the information reflected in his lens.
‘But they’ll begin counter-tracking soon enough. At best, I’ve got about ten minutes before they catch me. Had I been sitting down, I could’ve managed it in seven seconds, but kya-kya-kya!’
Time was not abundant.
What needed to be done?
Which information should be confirmed first?
What data could be accessed?
Wash was simultaneously generating and resolving these questions.
Booming sounds, thunderous crashes echoed around.
Kim Moo-saeng and the crude human’s exchange of words.
Even amid the chaotic surrounding environment that assaulted the mind, Wash remained focused.
Rather, he was so engrossed, so utterly immersed, that even Wash himself was startled by it.
‘I thought I’d never trust anyone again……. Could it be that I—.’
Because he trusted Moo-saeng.
Because he was certain no repercussions would reach himself, he could concentrate.
No—even the very idea of accessing the tower, the attempt itself, had only been attempted because he trusted Moo-saeng’s notion.
[……Crude he may be. Kya, a funny one indeed.]
Wash muttered to himself.
Then he returned his attention to his High Vision Monitor.
Multiple attempts would not be possible.
The more attempts, the higher the risk of counter-tracking. The danger escalates.
With such a limited window, maybe one more attempt—two at most—could he manage?
Then he had to acquire as much information as possible this time.
‘Up to Floor 58……. No, everything necessary up to Floor 39.’
Wash glanced sideways at Moo-saeng, still grappling with Isabelle in her Yaksha Transformation.
The limit to which this access could reach.
The scope of necessary information.
‘I must assume access is impossible once I reach where Joo Ye-rin is—.’
Having organized that much, Wash’s beak clicked sharply.
Where Joo Ye-rin is?
Had he just thought of it as ‘where Joo Ye-rin is’?
Where Baibei is, that’s the key.
Where Joo Ye-rin is.
But that’s merely the condition the contract’s other party desires, isn’t it? That’s all it is for the human Kim Moo-saeng.
‘Good grief, good grief…. Kekeke.’
The absurdity of it draws a laugh from him.
Though not an entirely dissatisfied one.
“This is it, Wash. You’re done?”
A moment passes.
[Kekekeke! Yeah.]
This time, Wash’s laugh held a satisfaction beyond measure.
* * *
Moo-saeng watched Isabelle sip her tea, then spoke.
“So to sum it up—ultimately, Extra-System Ability lets you break through the ceiling, and to do that you need not just willpower but deep understanding of Awakening Ability; that is, Awakening Affinity…isn’t that it?”
“Exactly. Meditation is both a means and a mechanism for raising Awakening Affinity. It isn’t used as merely the concept of clearing away distracting thoughts—meditation itself is far more than that.”
Just as the pure white space seemed to dissolve, Weigo had already concealed every trace of it.
Isabelle Green had offered only the words ‘I did only what the Provost intended,’ knowing nothing of what exactly she’d done, nor of the conversation Moo-saeng and Weigo had shared.
So the air had grown awkward, you might say.
In that discomfort, Moo-saeng began deftly navigating the situation, tossing out appropriate remarks to Isabelle in her capacity as a Reveil Grandes Écoles professor, steering things toward naturalness.
“Okay, I understand. But then—how do I keep the Thousand-Li Eyes from seeing me?”
Of course, it wasn’t mere conversation for conversation’s sake.
There was something concrete he needed to know.
He had to block the Thousand-Li Eyes’ vision, after all.
The question was how.
“It’s the same as Consciousness Separation. You split your consciousness and layer it over itself. The ‘eye,’ by its nature, can only observe from outside—only observe appearances. So it focuses first on the layered consciousness, the false thing. It gets caught in the illusion, the delusion.”
Isabelle explained.
[Kekekeke, left eye and right eye separated like that—yeah, that’s how the phenomenon occurs. If that bastard had tried to look properly, he wouldn’t fall for such nonsense.]
Wash added that Isabelle’s explanation held genuine practical possibility.
The problem wasn’t whether it was possible or what its structure was.
“Hmm, the structure…I get that much. Now, the really truly important part. How do you actually do this Consciousness Separation? It’s not an Awakening Ability, right? The Provost inhabited—possessed—your body? Whatever it was, that probably was an ability. But you did this before that, didn’t you? So it shouldn’t violate the Nevada Treaty, right?”
In the end, Consciousness Separation—how do you enter that pure white space?
If you can’t do that, how could you split consciousness or layer it or anything else?
Isabelle Green, the youngest professor to come from Reveil Grandes Écoles’ top graduates, spoke.
“You create your own Dungeon within your consciousness. As the Church dwells in one’s heart. As Buddha resides within oneself.”
Gulp.
Moo-saeng swallowed hard.
Not because the atmosphere had grown solemn again.
‘Whenever I talk to this woman, I keep spinning in circles, going nowhere.’
So how do you do it, then?
He understands she’s using lovely expressions, fine and all, but what’s the concrete method?
Just as he was swallowing back the itchy question he couldn’t bring himself to voice—
Isabelle assumed Moo-saeng was struck silent with wonder and spoke again.
“The separated consciousness is the finest place to raise Awakening Affinity, and that is the true essence of meditation as Reveil Grandes Écoles understands it.”
“Yes.”
Moo-saeng simply nodded.
He judged that further conversation would serve no purpose.
A sound choice.
“Sit in lotus position. We’ll do this over and over from now on. Until you can.”
“Yeah. I like this. Wish you’d done it this way from the start.”
After all, such intensive training couldn’t be done without a guide.
Isabelle Green sat down before Moo-saeng again, crossing her legs into lotus position.
From her, a pure white aura seeped out, consuming the space.
Moo-saeng touched that space.
The pure white space dispersed and faded.
Then again, white aura spread from Isabelle….
How many times did they repeat this?
How long had it been?
Time became impossible to measure.
Was it morning, noon, or night?
By the time all of it grew hazy—
A pure white aura began seeping from Moo-saeng’s own body.
Compared to Isabelle Green, both the speed at which the space was encroaching and the sheer volume of energy pouring forth from Moo-saeng’s body fell woefully short.
“Hah… hah… hah…….”
Sweat beaded down the side of Moo-saeng’s closed eyelid.
A concentration so intense it bordered on the absurd.
For the first time in his life, he was sensing what it meant to wield true power.
Yet even mimicking it alone was enough to draw his lips upward in the faintest smile.
“……After enduring my instruction, this level falls just shy of average by Reveil Grandes Écoles standards.”
True, Isabelle had shifted the mood in an instant with that remark, but Moo-saeng’s concentration remained unshaken.
It spread a little further. And a little further still…….
“Oh.”
At last, Moo-saeng found himself standing in a pristine white space.
A space where Isabelle Green no longer existed.
Literally within his own consciousness, separated and isolated.
“You’re still here, Wash?”
[Screee, of course I am. By system classification, I’m an Awakening Ability, am I not? What did you think you were hearing while that female kept talking, Kim Moo-saeng?]
“……No, I was just glad to hear you, that’s all. I already knew you’d be here, naturally.”
After all, a separated consciousness was as good as a Dungeon itself.
A space where one could train while heightening Awakening Affinity.
Naturally the Awakening Ability had to exist here, and Wash, existing as a Transfer (O), would also function within Moo-saeng’s separated consciousness.
“So then? I don’t even know how many hours have passed, but I was dying of curiosity. What did you do after connecting to the Tower?”
And only now, having reached this point, did Moo-saeng finally ask the question.
He couldn’t have spoken freely with Weigo watching and listening so plainly.
There was no point in having Isabelle become self-conscious by asking in front of her, nor could he simply send away someone who could provide such practical assistance.
So now.
Only after reaching a state where the two of them could be alone did Moo-saeng finally get to resolve his doubt!
[I was itching to tell you so badly I thought I’d die, screee! Are you curious what I did, Kim Moo-saeng? After all, with this pathetic Consciousness Separation alone, server individualization couldn’t be achieved, so without my technical prowess-.]
“Yes, yes, you did excellent work. Of course our Wash did it flawlessly. But the method, that sort of thing—let’s hear about it later. Don’t play games with mysterious pauses between us. Just tell me what matters. The summary.”
[Damnable brat.]
Perhaps Wash too wanted to spin out tales of his exploits.
At Moo-saeng’s urging, Wash felt a brief flash of displeasure, nothing more.
Wash already understood.
[First, I pinpointed the location of the Residual Log. And I transmitted that log data to Muromechi.]
The value of the intelligence he had gathered.
[Second, I confirmed the route through the Floor 39 Twist Phenomenon. From there, in a single leap, you’ll be able to reach Floor 58……. Kim Moo-saeng, the place where your purpose and mine align.]
And how startled Moo-saeng would be upon hearing such information.
[Third, Kim Moo-saeng, your growth. Through the process of Clearing up to Floor 38, I’ve set the difficulty and rewards to fifteen people’s worth, however many Tower Climbers there are. Beyond that, the setting parameters resist any adjustment. And…….]
Wash spoke on.
[I confirmed Joo Ye-rin’s health status. She is alive, and her consciousness is clear.]
Whoooosh……!
The pristine white space that had been gradually expanding vanished entirely.
Moo-saeng could no longer maintain his concentration.
Tears were gathering in his eyes.

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