Climbing the Tower with Multidimensional Avatars - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93. The Magician of Sephiroth – Astral Body (1)

After settling our merit points and credits with the Hunter Association, Lee Su-young and I decided to take some time for personal preparations before ascending the Tower.
We planned to craft leather armor for Diana from Gung-gi’s untanned hide, and use the scraps to make arm guards for myself.
Diana wanted to compensate us with merit points and credits proportional to her use of most of Gung-gi’s leather, but Lee Su-young and I decided to accept only credits.
After all, we went through that ordeal specifically because we needed merit points—it would be problematic if someone ended up short on them later.
I also paid Lee Su-young in credits for the leather needed to craft her arm guards.
Unless you’re family—and even then—meticulous financial accounting is what keeps relationships lasting.
We went to the Magic Tower to have the leather magically processed, then sought out a leather craftsman to commission the work.
The processing cost alone came to 100,000 credits—ten million won—which Diana and I split roughly 80-20.
After processing, the tiger hide transformed into a deep black with a subtle crimson tint, the stripes becoming less visible but the material far more refined and elegant.
“Wow, I’ve never seen a dwarf before.”
The leather craftsman was indeed a Dwarf Craftsman, someone I’d only heard about in stories.
I’d heard rumors that dwarves and elves existed Outside the Tower as dimensional refugees who came through Gates, but such cases were so rare that I’d only encountered them through news reports—never in person until now.
The Dwarf Craftsman seemed accustomed to our reactions and muttered knowingly.
“Honestly, they say there are even orcs on the 30th Floor District, and you’re surprised by a dwarf? Anyway, your arm guards are finished.”
Since what I’d commissioned was a small item, he crafted it right there on the spot.
The arm guards featured iron plating attached to Gung-gi’s hind leg leather, complete with the creature’s claws—a touch to the wrist would make the claws extend forward, allowing me to use them like claw techniques.
As expected of a dwarf, the custom commission was overwhelmingly more comfortable and superior to anything I’d seen in the armor shops on the 10th Floor.
Should I learn claw techniques too?
“Making the full outfit will take some time, so come back after lunch. The arm guards are 200,000 credits.”
We’d gathered all the materials ourselves, yet 200,000 credits—twenty million won—just for labor. The craftsmanship fee was staggering.
Given the Tower’s regulations, it might be slightly inflated, but it wasn’t outright fraud.
For a moment I regretted not just buying a standard ready-made piece, but this wasn’t the place to pinch pennies, so I paid without complaint.
“How much for the outfit?”
“Hard to say until I make it, but if you hand over the scraps, I’ll give you a discount. Just pay 500,000 credits.”
“Are you sure about the money? Would you like me to lend you some?”
I could purchase credits through Shop Points, but I wasn’t without funds—it just felt wasteful.
At my question, Diana smiled brightly.
“It’s tight, but I’ll manage. I can’t go around in torn clothes forever, after all.”
Diana, having taken on the role of tank, had a sturdy, resilient body, but her clothing was another matter entirely.
She couldn’t rely on going unarmored indefinitely—proper defensive gear was necessary.
Hadn’t her defenses been breached when Gung-gi struck her with its tail earlier?
Though she’d healed quickly with holy power, we needed to prioritize better protection.
Leaving the leather workshop, we next headed to purchase magical artifacts suitable for Lee Su-young.
The magical artifact shop sold enchanted weapons, cloaks, attribute-infused staves, and practical magical items like purification tools.
“Wow, the prices are absolutely terrifying.”
The cheapest item was 150,000 credits—fifteen million won.
The expensive ones went up to 10 million Credits—100 million won.
I still had plenty of funds, but Diana seemed like she’d struggle to afford them.
“I’ll buy this one, this one, and this.”
Lee Su-young selected a palm-sized magical staff capable of casting Lightning Bolt and Stone Bullet, along with a bracelet that could cast Purification Magic.
All three together came to 760,000 Credits—76 million won.
“Once you have some extra funds, this wouldn’t be a bad choice either, would it?”
I pointed to the Wind Pressure staff.
Lee Su-young answered my question through the Community group chat.

-Lee Su-young: Actually, I got two more slime types besides Wind Balloon—Air Balloon and Darkness Balloon. But I only got one more summoning slot, so I can’t summon them yet.

Just as I’d gained Avatar Customization when I reached the 20th Floor, it seemed the varieties I could summon had increased.
If used properly, this could be strategically advantageous.

-Lee Su-young: I named them Windpuff and Doomwind.

How did her naming sense turn out like that?
I purchased a bracelet—a magical tool for purification.
Purification amounted to little more than clarifying muddy water or eliminating viruses.
Since I could create a new clone if needed, it might not be essential for me, but it could prove useful for Lee Su-young and Diana.
Still, it’s ridiculously expensive. 210,000 Credits—21 million won—for just this one piece?
“We don’t have anything particular to do until lunch. Should we each handle our own business and meet up at noon?”
Diana needed time for her armor-cum-outfit to be completed.
Challenging the 21st Floor would come after that.
Both of them nodded at my suggestion.
Lee Su-young proposed that Diana and I go sightseeing at the Market together, but I declined, saying I had other matters to attend to.
Diana readily accepted Lee Su-young’s invitation, and they headed toward the Market.
Left alone, I returned to my Inn Room.
Then I activated the third slot of my Multidimensional Avatar.
“Learning magic would certainly be convenient.”
The Old Witch Woman seemed to hope I’d feel the necessity while fighting Gung-gi, but I actually felt the need for magic when I was digging blue earth with a shovel.
If I’d been skilled in earth magic, I wouldn’t have had to do such grueling labor.
Unfortunately, for now, reinforcing the shovel with my inner energy and digging was far more efficient than my clumsy earth magic.
“I’ll probably have to continue with this tedious manual labor in the future, so I should definitely learn magic.”
I concentrated on my Multidimensional Avatar ability.
I’d already decided which world to create a new avatar in.
The Magic Bullet that the Librarian Elder taught me.
I would go to the world most deeply connected to this Magic Bullet.

[Slot 3 – City of the 33rd Magic Tower]

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The man tore through the forest, his ragged breaths echoing with each desperate stride.
A forest born from the ruins—crumbling concrete, skeletal buildings serving as planters for gnarled trees.
A land where the glory of a distant past crumbled into dust.
Beneath a crystalline blue sky unmarred by any trace of pollution, a colossal aberrant creature soared toward the city.
Yet it collided with an invisible barrier and plummeted to the ground.
Hundreds of magical projectiles rained down upon the falling creature, riddling it like a honeycomb.
“Just a little further… just a little more… ugh!”
The man stumbled as jagged concrete debris from a fissure caught his foot.
“Damn it. If only I hadn’t been poisoned.”
Gritting his teeth, I pushed myself up.
I could sense the presence of the creature pursuing me from behind.
Death was closing in with each passing moment.

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I created an avatar in this new world.
Rather than a digital-patterned combat suit, I dressed it in jeans and a light t-shirt.
Since I was creating clothing from nothing, it did cost points—merely 1 point for the top and 1 point for the bottom.
I customized the avatar so that only the first creation would generate clothes; subsequent creations would spawn in undergarments.
“So the initial stats were fixed at 10.”

[Name: Han Ji-woo (Slot 3 Avatar) / Age: 21]
[Strength: 10 / Agility: 10 / Stamina: 10 / Intelligence: 10 / Mana: 10]
[Status: Normal]
[Ability: Multidimensional Avatar Lv 24]

Modest stat distribution.
To raise any stat above 10, I needed Avatar Points.
I’d assumed the baseline was when I first registered upon entering The Tower, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
My Strength and Stamina had been below 10, and my Magic Power was practically nonexistent back then.
As I pondered the structure of these abilities, a throbbing headache set in.
“Ugh? My head’s pounding.”
As the throbbing began, my Intelligence climbed from 10 to 11, 12… and kept rising.
Indeed, Intelligence develops the more one thinks and exerts mental effort.
Just like Strength and Stamina.
I’d thought my Intelligence was automatically reflected regardless of which avatar I inhabited, but it seemed that wasn’t it—whichever body I occupied, my constant thinking naturally fostered growth.
Since I’d developed my Intelligence by moving between my Tower avatar and Reincarnation avatar when their Intelligence gaps weren’t too wide, I’d never experienced headaches, but with this newly created avatar, the disparity was causing slight discomfort.
How fascinating.
I deliberately restrained my thoughts, allowing my Intelligence to grow at a slower pace to ease the headache.
For now, it was just a minor throb—nothing I couldn’t manage.
I wondered if this would become a problem every time I created a new avatar due to Intelligence growth.
I’d worry about that later.
I surveyed my surroundings.
“A forest…? Is this some ruined city?”
High-rise buildings lay collapsed around me, roads fractured beyond recognition, with trees growing through everything to form a sprawling forest.
Could this possibly be a world where humanity had perished?
“The magical energy in the air is abundant.”
Uncertain what threats might lurk here, I retrieved a one-handed sword from my inventory and fastened it to my waist.
Since my physical abilities were at ordinary human levels, the mithril alloy greatsword was far too heavy for me.
“At least the air itself is clean. The qi is plentiful too.”
This was an ideal environment for martial cultivation.
Was this truly a dead world?
Or could qi naturally be this abundant?
I moved to a secluded spot, consumed an elixir, and began circulating my qi.
Normally, practicing qi circulation in such an open area without a guardian would seem like suicide, but when I extended my qi sense using minimal energy, I confirmed no one was nearby.
So I decided to accumulate my inner strength.
My talents made rapid physical development impossible, but inner strength cultivation was entirely feasible.
Using the elixir’s essence as a primer, I rapidly absorbed the surrounding qi.
My Magic Power also grew swiftly from 10, surpassing 19 and reaching 20.
Normally, a single elixir wouldn’t produce such growth, but the abundant qi in this place made it possible.
I could have consumed another elixir here, but my current body was completely untrained physically, so the balance between spirit, qi, and body could collapse catastrophically.
“Good—with this much inner strength, escaping via lightness skill would be entirely feasible.”
With adequate inner strength cultivated, I entered the collapsed buildings and climbed as high as possible.
“How long has this been abandoned? A year or two couldn’t cause this level of decay.”
I’d once seen a documentary simulating what would happen if humanity suddenly vanished, and it said at least a century would be needed for a city to deteriorate this severely.
Most notably, the trees entwining the buildings were unnaturally massive.
Whatever it was, the creature looked like an ancient tree that had stood for centuries.
“Huff, huff. Good grief, just climbing ten floors and I’m already gasping for breath.”
The average stat difference was only about five points, yet the physical capability gap felt so vast?
I was fortunate to have my inner energy to rely on.
When exhausted, I circulated my inner energy to dispel fatigue, and when my body felt heavy, I employed my lightness technique.
Without an elevator, I had no choice but to climb the stairs.
Many sections of the staircase had crumbled away, forcing me to leap across the gaps using my lightness technique.
After barely ascending, I surveyed the surroundings—this area resembled a city completely consumed by the forest.
“No city here… Wait! There it is!”
In the distance, I spotted intact high-rise buildings. Even stranger, island-like formations drifted through the sky.
“A completely different world.”
At least civilization hadn’t collapsed entirely—that was a relief.
I’d come here to learn magic, but if there was no one to teach me, what was the point of coming?
I pulled out my compass to check my direction and began descending toward the buildings when I spotted a man sprinting toward me, gasping heavily.
And drawing closer was something radiating an ominous aura.
From my vantage point three stories up, I watched the man stumble, exhausted, tripping over a concrete crack.
“Damn it! If only I hadn’t been poisoned.”
Poisoned? Now that I looked closer, his complexion was indeed terrible.
As he struggled to his feet and resumed running, a massive gorilla-like creature emerged in pursuit.
The grotesque, hideously twisted beast looked every bit the monster it undoubtedly was.
At the creature’s pace, it would catch him within minutes.
“I suppose I should help.”
I exhaled softly and drew my sword.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

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