I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110
To save Lee Hyung-je from his own vicious actions, I decided to move immediately.
I slipped out of the Religious Order Headquarters and ran at full speed, expending mana without restraint. The streets were eerily silent.
An overturned espresso cup at an open-air cafe.
Luxury vehicles blocked the road entirely, their doors hanging wide open as if their owners had abandoned everything and fled.
It felt like watching a scene from a horror film.
[They’ve either taken shelter in evacuation bunkers or fled to places where they can rely on powerful hunters.]
‘Especially since the Religious Order Headquarters has S-rank hunter Yereche, many have likely rushed there hoping they won’t die.’
“Is the Corrupted Entity truly that powerful?”
Jang Ho-hyun, who had been following behind, suddenly asked.
It was an innocent question.
Having only heard about the Corrupted Entity secondhand, he seemed unable to grasp the true extent of its strength.
“Which S-rank hunters does Italy have?”
“Most notably, Saint Yereche. And Happy, an S-rank earth mage. Officially, those are the only ones we know of.”
Officially?
Did that mean there were more unofficially?
“Within Yereche’s Orphanage, there are reportedly children who have reached S-rank, though they haven’t been publicly revealed.”
“I see.”
In any case.
Without an S-rank or higher tank, a combination of only healers and damage dealers cannot stop the Corrupted Entity.
“In a situation like this, a single Corrupted Entity could annihilate all of Italy.”
“…To that extent, you say?”
I understood the meaning behind Ho-hyun’s murmur.
It wasn’t that he doubted my words—rather, he couldn’t believe that such a formidable enemy could appear without any Gate or Break warning signs.
“That’s the extent of it. It evolves by consuming hunters. Inexperienced hunters throwing themselves at it only serve as food for the Corrupted Entity.”
The United States had immediately dispatched Min Ji-hee and two hunters, which is why things hadn’t escalated further.
If that creature, having grown by devouring hunter teams, began a full-scale massacre, no one could stop it.
Me?
I can stop it.
In other words, ‘excluding me,’ no one can stop it.
After running for some time, I drew close to the Hunter Association Building.
…A truly infuriating situation unfolded before me.
“There’s a barricade at the main entrance.”
The building’s entrance was completely blocked by an enormous mass of scrap metal, clearly created using someone’s ability.
The outer walls surrounding the building on all sides were similarly bristling with spikes of scrap metal, forged by the same ability, preventing any approach.
The height had been raised so dramatically that even attempting to leap over it seemed impossible.
It was truly worthy of being called an iron fortress of scrap metal.
If the Corrupted Entity truly appeared in Italy and all the hunters retreated into this fortress to fight, they could likely hold out for quite some time—the construction was that complete.
But then.
“Open it!”
“Open up! You bastards! Are you the only ones who deserve to live?!”
Bang! Bang!
From outside the Fortress—not within it—I could see furious Hunters pounding against the metal walls.
…These lunatics had abandoned their own citizens as meat shields, sealed the doors to save only the elite, and were conducting a siege against themselves.
‘What the hell?’
Italy.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a developed nation?
How had things become so utterly insane?
From behind the thick, magically-treated bulletproof glass inside the Fortress, an arrogant voice rang out with piercing clarity.
– You savages and vulgar rabble. Can’t you shut your mouths this instant?
‘Wow. That’s ridiculous.’
It was an absurdly perfect line.
‘Like watching a drama.’
The voices of people who had been screaming for salvation moments before fell silent all at once.
The man beyond the loudspeaker seemed to mistake their silence for submission to his authority, and began lecturing them with even greater arrogance.
– We are the leadership guiding the Italian Hunter Association and the head of this nation! The head must survive so that limbs can regenerate! Before a calamity like Unknown, we elites must be preserved first so that we may rebuild the future!
– And yet you dare—you insignificant low-rank Hunters—attempt to set foot in this sacred sanctuary? Your role is to serve as excellent bait out there and buy us time. We’ve granted you the honor of sacrificing for your nation, and yet you remain so selfish!
…Wow.
‘Did someone write this dialogue for him?’
It was such a perfectly third-rate villain’s monologue that I found myself genuinely impressed.
He packaged his self-preservation behind locked doors as “preserving the nation’s intellect,” called the abandoned people outside “bait,” and demanded their sacrifice.
It was almost impressive how transparently despicable he was.
“Quite remarkable.”
Jang Ho-hyun, standing beside me, let out a hollow laugh beneath his mask, equally exasperated.
“The way he’s so blatantly drawing aggression suggests he’s quite confident in that metal wall’s defensive capabilities.”
While Jang Ho-hyun and I were left speechless by the sheer absurdity,
the Italian Hunters who had been treated as “inferior citizens” were visibly seething with rage.
‘Understandably so.’
Fierce mana surged from all directions.
The enraged Hunters began pushing their abilities to their limits, pounding against the metal wall.
Destructive punches struck relentlessly, and elemental magic—fire and stone—rained down like a downpour, yet
the metal Fortress stood firm without a single scratch.
“Get back!”
The highlight came from one man who had inflated his body to more than twice its size, charging at the wall like a Bulldozer Hunter.
I could feel an extraordinary force emanating from him.
‘A-rank? No, higher than that.’
– You dare defy us!
Crack!
‘!’
In that instant, I sensed a sinister killing intent directed at the Bulldozer Hunter from within the Fortress and reflexively bolted forward.
I drew Peony No. 3, which I’d brought with me, in a flash and cleaved through the lethal lightning magic that was hurtling through the air in one swift motion.
Crackle!
Sparks discharged into the void as the lightning magic dispersed before it could fully manifest.
‘These bastards…’
That shot just now—they fired with genuine intent to kill.
If I hadn’t synchronized my Sword Saint technique from South Korea beforehand, that man would be dead right now.
The pleasant feeling of watching dark comedy evaporated.
Anger began to seep through me.
‘They’re trying to kill their own countrymen?’
Back in South Korea, I’d ransacked the Black Market’s warehouse and poured hundreds of billions of points into establishing a defensive line just to save a single C-rank tank.
And now these idiots were trying to kill with their own hands a reliable A-rank asset who could hold the front lines in the coming wave—and not just that, but precious resources who would shield them in their stead?
If the Break Defense is a raid, then leadership is the command structure.
A command structure attempting team kills on party members before the raid?
That’s blatant trolling.
I can forgive the stupidity of falling for Lee Hyung-je’s scheme.
I can understand the cowardice of locking the door to save themselves.
But global-scale trolling—attempting team kills on an A-rank or higher tank—I will never forgive.
I let the tip of Peony No. 3 drop lightly to the ground.
In games, trolling deserves only one response: summary execution.
“Death sentence.”
A deep hum resonated—!
Where will flows, mana answers.
It poured into Peony No. 3, transforming into a brilliant golden blade aura.
The surrounding air compressed, and a crackling presence radiated outward in all directions.
“Wh-what is that!”
“Everyone, get back!”
The Italian hunters who had been hammering on the scrap metal wall moments before now parted in terror before the overwhelming pressure emanating from my Peony No. 3.
A path opened as if the Red Sea itself were splitting.
I walked slowly toward the scrap metal fortress.
– You there, savage with the weapon! Drop it at once! We are the Italian Hunter Association! To ignore our words is to ignore Italy’s will!
From behind the safety of bulletproof glass, a man with a megaphone began barking at me this time.
Heh.
The scrap metal’s defensive capability must be quite reliable.
“Brains, though.”
I twisted my wrist holding Peony No. 3 lightly and lowered my stance.
For trolls like that, there’s only one answer: a ban.
“They must be rotten.”
Whoosh—!
Toward the fortress’s main gate, I drew a refined golden trajectory without hesitation in a straight line.
Crash!
A steel fortress that hadn’t sustained a single scratch despite hundreds of hunters unleashing relentless assaults split cleanly in two with just one sword strike, as if sliced through tofu.
After spinning Mootdan 3 and storing it away, I stepped into the dusty ruins of the iron fortress.
“H-hieeeek…!”
Beyond the bulletproof glass, the faces of the executives who’d been delivering their grand speeches drained of all color in sheer terror.
In stark contrast to the devastation outside, the fortress’s interior was a luxurious shelter adorned with premium marble and chandeliers.
‘Wow, they really went all out on extravagance here?’
It was a far cry from the Korean Hunter Association’s austere, purely functional building.
“Security! Defense systems!!! Activate! Stop that madman immediately!”
The man who’d been spouting arrogance from his safe haven, calling his own citizens bait, suddenly collapsed in an ugly heap, shrieking like a pig at slaughter.
With his desperate thrashing, dozens of Gatling turrets emerged from openings across the fortress ceiling, their barrels swiveling in unison to lock onto me.
‘Oh, interesting.’
Faint, but unmistakable—I could sense mana.
These were magical turrets embedded with small mana stones.
The moment the turrets deployed, dozens of high-ranking hunters protecting the executives drew their weapons in unison and surrounded me.
Just as these vicious killing machines, set up to shield those rotting minds, began to emit crimson mana light—
Whirrr- click.
A faint motor hum emanated from the turrets’ rotation axes.
‘Ah, I see.’
They used mana stones for power, but the actual control system was built on a mechanical foundation.
“Whitey.”
[Yes.]
“These things are electronic-based.”
Which meant one thing.
This was Whitey’s specialty.
[Overriding fortress internal authority hierarchy. Magical circuit control established. Converting all defense systems to offline mode.]
Fwooosh—
The Gatling turrets that had been rotating, saturated with mana until the moment of firing, suddenly drooped like machines with their power cut, their barrels falling limp.
Even the communication equipment and magical devices worn by the escort hunters surrounding me went dead in an instant.
“Wh-what?! Why aren’t the turrets firing! The barrier! Deploy it manually right now!”
The fortress interior descended into absolute chaos.
But I didn’t draw my weapon against them again.
There was no need.
‘When I’ve already drawn aggro, there’s no reason for me to deal damage myself.’
I simply stepped aside in front of the gap in the collapsed iron fortress.
Crrraaash—BOOM!!
The moment I retreated, the gap in the halved steel wall was forcibly torn open by overwhelming brute force.
Leading the charge was the Bulldozer Hunter who’d nearly been caught in friendly fire moments before.
With him at the vanguard, hundreds of Italian hunters with eyes blazing red poured into the fortress like an angry tide.
“You worthless bastards!!!!”
“You threw us out as bait and tried to save yourselves?!”
With the barriers shattered and the system itself offline, the executives were nothing more than chunks of meat hurled before a pack of ravenous beasts.
“S-stop! Don’t come any closer! W-we are the nation’s leadership… cough!”
“Leadership my ass! Today I’m going to crush every last one of your skulls!”
The Bulldozer Hunter’s fist came crashing down onto the face of the man who’d arrogantly gripped the megaphone.
“Gaaaahhh!”
With the dull crack of teeth shattering and blood spraying, the Fortress’s ornate marble floors began to echo with the screams of the executives.
It was the scent of revolution.

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