Climbing the Tower with Multidimensional Avatars - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175. The Tower – Treaty Signing (3)

When the racist terrorists realized their covertly planted bomb hadn’t detonated, they panicked and fired Allah’s wand at the Southern Army commander who was about to sign the treaty.
As the anti-tank warhead tore through the air, Lee Su-young immediately unleashed a Rampoong wind-pressure round that shot it down from the sky.
Boom—!!
“Kyaaaagh!”
“It’s a terrorist attack!”
When an explosion suddenly erupted in mid-air, journalists and onlookers screamed and began fleeing.
“How did security let weapons through the inspection?”
Kong clicked his tongue and leaped straight out the window without hesitation.
Whether the Long-range Space Punch was his ability and old habits from his days as a fighter hadn’t faded, or whether the technique had a range limit—I couldn’t tell.
From how composed he seemed, it was probably the latter.
Fortunately, the blast radius from the mid-air explosion wasn’t that large, but warhead fragments scattered in all directions, wounding several people.
Diana summoned her Holy Power and rushed to treat the injured, while the Northern Military huddled together to protect the dignitaries.
“Good grief—massing like that in modern warfare is basically asking for a mass funeral.”
In modern combat, one explosion could wipe out a clustered group; it was common knowledge.
“Su-young. You focus on intercepting incoming fire.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Bogard, don’t get involved unless necessary.”
“Right, understood.”
Bogard locked a magazine into his AK-47 at my words.
Though Bogard’s ability was typically that of a vanguard fighter, in a world where climbers were called mages, a Wolf Man would only add confusion—and risked friendly fire from the Northern Military.
Wasn’t the reason Pursuit animal suits wore fluorescent fur instead of natural colors precisely to prevent friendly fire?
But charging into that chaos without transforming into a Wolf Man was dangerous too.
“The rest of you handle yourselves.”
I drew my sword and leaped out the window.
Park Jeon-bin followed behind me, blue and crimson blood swirling like a cape as he descended in a slow, gliding leap.
Blood Magic Technique seemed far more versatile than I’d expected.
Of course, versatility meant little if I only focused on magic—but Blood Magic Technique, which required only willpower rather than calculated formulas, appeared far quicker to deploy than conventional magic.
“Should I learn Blood Magic Technique?”
I had an Ability Stone from defeating a Vampire on Floor 16, after all.
No. Learning too many abilities just wasted time and scattered my focus for nothing.
Pushing aside such thoughts, I used the Light-step Technique to dash through the crowds toward a terrorist hiding in the throng.
Finding the terrorist wasn’t difficult.
When the bomb failed to detonate, he’d revealed himself, pulling an AK-47 from a hidden bag.
As I charged at him with my sword drawn, the terrorist aimed his gun at me and squeezed the trigger.
I dodged sideways, timing my movement to his gun’s direction and the moment he pulled the trigger.
Rat-a-tat-tat—!
The bullets might be faster than me, but the shooter’s reaction speed couldn’t possibly exceed mine.
“Argh!”
Using the Light-step Technique to close the distance in an instant, I severed the terrorist’s arm and confiscated the AK-47 into my Inventory.
“You—!”
As I dealt with one terrorist, two more nearby stood side by side, aimed their guns at me, and fired in unison.
I grabbed the one-armed terrorist mid-collapse and used him as a shield while charging forward.
“You trash! Shooting at your own comrade!”
At my shout, the terrorists shrieked back.
“You’re the one using him as a shield!”
“If you’re going to use someone as a shield, don’t shoot at them!”
I discarded the now-useless shield and severed another terrorist’s arm in succession.
“Get the sword user first!”
At that cry, six or so terrorists hiding throughout the area pulled out their guns and aimed at me.
The one-armed terrorists, whether they didn’t want to serve as my shield again or didn’t want to get shot alongside me, grabbed their severed arms and fled in all directions.
I considered grabbing one to use as a barrier, but the angles they could cover weren’t sufficient.
I surveyed the gun barrels pointed at me and charged forward at full speed using the Light-step Technique, evading the incoming fire.
For bullets I couldn’t dodge, I lightly wrapped Sword Energy around my blade and cleaved them down.
Clang—!
“Tsk, even with Sword Energy, the blade gets scratched.”
I’d thought a Mithril alloy sword wouldn’t get a single scratch.
So you’d need at least Sword Energy level to not get scratched by bullets?
If I wrapped Sword Energy thick enough, maybe—but my Internal Energy was insufficient.
I had a long way to go.
I dodged and cut through the hail of gunfire, closing in on the terrorist fast.
“Aaargh! You monster bastard! Don’t come closer!”
“Who are you calling a monster? You’re the one nursing an ugly beast inside yourself!”
I severed the screaming terrorist’s arm and systematically neutralized the others who’d trained their guns on me.
Park Jeon-bin, watching me work, used the terrorists’ blood to subdue them, marveling aloud.
“Wow, insane. The Tower gave you Martial Arts and you’re out here making a wuxia film by yourself.”
Park Jeon-bin had been moving covertly through the crowds, ambushing the terrorists like an assassin.
The scale of hidden enemies was bigger than expected.
It seemed these weren’t just racist thugs running a terror cell—they’d clearly joined forces with remnant forces from the Northern Army.
Above, I could hear explosions as Lee Su-young continued intercepting anti-tank rounds.
Then a Community Message came through from Lee Su-young.

-Lee Su-young: Found the location of the guy using some kind of magical staff. I’ll mark it on the Mini Map.

She must have sent a Slime aboard the Flying Carpet she’d bought at the Golden Market to scout it out.
Lee Su-young’s Flying Carpet could resize, shrinking to about the size of a handkerchief when carrying just one Slime.
Since party members could share the Mini Map, I sprinted toward the location she’d marked.
Crowds blocked the way midroute, so I ran up building walls.
Kong, watching me race up the wall, took out a gun-wielding thug with a Long-range Space Punch, knocking him cold, his eyes sparkling like a child glimpsing a fairy from a storybook.
“Incredible! Is he a ninja? Is that a ninja?!”
I wanted to shout that I wasn’t a ninja, but bullets came at me from all sides, so I cut through the incoming fire and threw a Hand Axe, catching an enemy in the shoulder and dropping him.
I could’ve used guns, sure, but a weapon in your hand beats anything else.
“Whoa! A ninja!”
Call me a samurai at least. I’m literally swinging a sword head-on—why ninja?
I reached the location Lee Su-young had marked, entered the building, and climbed the stairs, where I met five or six terrorists.
They were loading and arming RPG-7 warheads from cardboard boxes.
“Who are you?!”
“Attack!”
The terrorists whose eyes met mine fumbled, slow to draw their pistols in panic.
I flicked my blade out and severed the arm of whoever had aimed at me.
“Argh! My arm!”
“Gaaaah!”
I tapped each of them in the solar plexus with my fist to knock them unconscious before they could suffer too much.
The pistols they’d been holding weren’t revolvers—they were modern semi-automatic handguns.
RPG-7s and AK-47s were too famous; I could recognize modern weapons that common. But pistols all looked the same to me, so I had no idea what model these were.
Bogard would probably know.
Thinking that, I surveyed the nameless pistols and twelve RPG-7 warheads across five boxes, AK-47 rifles with ammunition boxes, Grenade crates, and a military radio resembling a PRC-999K….
“Damn! An 80mm Mortar too?! Did these bastards come here to wage war, not commit terrorism?”
I decided to confiscate all of it.
Now that I’d handled the guys firing anti-tank rounds, I was about to leave, but worried they might die from excessive bleeding and find peace in death, so I used Pressure Point Sealing to stop the bleeding and applied the Sleep Point to keep them from waking.
Then another Community Message arrived from Lee Su-young.

-Lee Su-young: There are about two more places shooting anti-tank rounds.
-Han Ji-woo: I’ll get there and handle it. Drop a ping.

I sprinted toward the locations Lee Su-young had marked on the Mini Map, dealt with them, and confiscated the weapons.
While I was processing the explosives, Kong, Park Jeon-bin, and Bogard outside had apparently taken down most of the remaining enemies.
The Northern Military had also fielded soldiers equipped with Minié Ball Muskets who’d handled some of the terrorists.
“Looks like we’re wrapping up soon.”
The moment I said that, a deafening boom echoed across the sky.
“What? That doesn’t sound like an anti-tank round!”
Startled, I looked outside to see part of the Northern Military’s Temporary Command Post reduced to rubble by the explosion, and a tank rolling toward us in the distance.
“What the hell?! A tank?! What kind of nightmare scenario is this?!”
You crazy bastards! This wasn’t supposed to happen!
How massive was the arsenal that had seeped into this world?!
Behind the tank, a Korean-made 1-ton Truck mounted with a medium machine gun followed as escort.
It was a typical modified truck of the kind Middle Eastern warlords used.
No, I couldn’t penetrate a medium machine gun barrage with rifle rounds alone, let alone approach the tank with confidence.
Then maybe I should give the RPG-7 a try.
“Let’s see… do I load it like this? The mechanism’s simpler than I expected.”
With the RPG-7 loaded, I took a rough aim at the tank and fired.
But without a precision sight, the anti-tank round didn’t hit the tank—it exploded near the truck behind it instead.
The truck wasn’t obliterated entirely, but its tires burst and the chassis sagged; it looked completely disabled.
“Oh, wait!”
I had no time to reload—I dove straight out the window.
Boom—!
The tank’s turret swiveled and fired its cannon at the building where I’d been standing, tearing it apart.
And the muzzles of the medium machine guns mounted on the trucks behind it locked onto me.
“Insane! Insane! Ahhhhh! Damn it! How the hell do I fight that!”
I ran full speed, dodging the barrage of gunfire.
Kong watched me flee and was startled.
“Don’t come here! Get to somewhere with no people!”
That cowardly bastard!
But he had a point.
I changed course toward the empty areas and bolted.
That’s when a cheerful burst of laughter erupted from beside our barracks—the Temporary Command Post.
“Ahahaha!! It’s here! It’s here! It’s here! A twenty rolled!!”
The instant the cry of “A twenty!” rang out, something glittering bright red shot out from our barracks window like a plumber who’d eaten a star—it was Lucky, blazing with brilliance.
An extraordinary force emanated from Lucky; laughing like a madman, he charged straight at the tank.
“Ahahaha! Lucky Guy—!!”
The brilliant, glittering Lucky charged forward without regard for the medium machine gun fire.
He wasn’t dodging. He simply took the hits while dismissing them lightly, rushing onward.
Even the tank driver sensed this was no ordinary opponent—the turret swiveled and unleashed a barrage of shells at Lucky.
Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!
But Lucky punched the successive shells to pieces and, even amid the explosions, never lost his radiant glow as he charged.
Then he simply bodychecked the tank and smashed it completely to pieces.
Next, he seized the escort trucks that were trying to flee behind the tank and hurled them one by one to the ground.
All of us, myself included, were left speechless at Lucky’s power.
“…Lucky Dice is such a broken ability.”
But if rolling a twenty grants such an absurdly overpowered buff, what happens if the opposite penalty comes up—if he rolls a one?
“No, that’s an incredibly dangerous ability.”
Kong had been wise to forbid Lucky from ever using it on himself.
That was the kind of demonic power that should never be used.

(To be continued in the next episode)

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