I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59
Apparently, Yereche, who purchased a red elixir from the Auction House, has been living like a recluse ever since.
‘Hmm… is that so?’
Considering the influence of the Primordial God Sect, it wouldn’t be simply because points were wasted.
‘Her spirit broke upon seeing the red elixir?’
That makes even less sense.
The red elixir—well, certainly, looking at the state of potions circulating in this world, it’s revolutionary in its own right.
But holy water wasn’t so far behind the red elixir as a consumable that it would justify such a reaction.
Wait.
I muted the mic and asked Whitey.
“Is holy water classified as a ‘consumable artifact’?”
In Lost Honor, holy water refers to ‘genuine holy water’ that receives consumable classification.
The holy water used in Stone-type crafting is precisely this ‘genuine holy water’.
That’s what I need.
Holy water made by fraudulent priests is just treated as a regular item. It’s fake holy water that doesn’t even receive consumable classification.
In other words, the holy water used in crafting Stone-types in reality must also be ‘holy water that receives consumable artifact classification’.
[No.]
“…Really?”
Ha.
It seems the holy water in reality is ‘fake holy water’.
“Then I’m in trouble…”
Creating genuine holy water would have to be the priority.
‘…Though I didn’t unlock that job specifically for this.’
But then again…
I happened to possess the ability to craft a ‘supplement’ that could evolve fake holy water into genuine holy water!
‘How perfectly everything aligns.’
I unmuted and casually asked Happy.
[Huh? You’re asking if holy water can be turned into an artifact?]
Happy laughed with an aha-ha and added.
[You have quite the sense of humor. No such method exists.]
“I see.”
So she doesn’t know after all.
I gently caressed the ‘Saint Summon Ticket (1 Use)’ I had carefully placed on my desk.
“I believe I may be able to resolve this.”
[Truly, you are Special One.]
“What can you offer me in return?”
[Hmm…]
I could almost hear Happy’s mind working.
[Special One, do you know how the Market’s ’employees’ receive promotions?]
“I have no idea.”
Out of the blue, Happy began explaining the Black Market’s organizational structure.
In summary, at the very top was the Dimensional Merchant, the owner of the Black Market, and beneath them was the Market, which managed the Portals.
“The Dimensional Merchant?”
[Yes. In truth, both the Dimensional Merchant and the Portal manager are simply called the Market interchangeably.]
“Why deliberately use such confusing terminology?”
[I’ve heard that allowing the name ‘Dimensional Merchant’ to become known is extraordinarily dangerous.]
“…Then why are you telling me?”
[Pardon? Haha. ‘Numbers 1’ is a premium customer just below the VIP tier, after all. Information of this caliber is certainly something you’re entitled to know.]
Hmm?
‘Just below the VIP tier’?
“Wasn’t Numbers 1 supposed to be the highest?”
[Yes. There is one more tier above—the VIP tier.]
“And above VIP?”
[There is none. Among customers, VIP is the absolute pinnacle.]
‘VIP… that’s referring to my other account, the Alchemist.’
I clearly remember Kang Hyo-jun calling me VIP.
“Who is the VIP?”
[Haha. Are you coveting the Special One’s VIP position? That’s impossible. That person is the one and only customer directly designated by the Market itself—they’re fundamentally different from the start. The highest point a hunter can reach is Numbers.]
“You don’t know who they are?”
[Correct. They’re only known by the codename ‘Alchemist’.]
‘That’s me. Definitely me.’
Usually, those who spend lavishly get VIP status.
Since Numbers is a rare position granted to only a hundred people, I naturally assumed VIP was a superior customer tier beneath that.
I was mistaken.
I never imagined VIP would be such a high rank.
‘I’m more impressive than I thought.’
“The Dimensional Merchant, then…”
That name was a fragment of truth I’d learned from my conversation with Happy.
A complex puzzle that had been misaligned in my mind for so long suddenly clicked into place with perfect clarity.
The one who’d been buying my items at Lost Honor’s Auction House.
The one coveting the Genesis-grade item Nameless.
The one who’d been depositing points into the Alchemist account after purchasing those items.
‘It wasn’t the developer…?’
It was the Dimensional Merchant.
The apex of the Market, possessing the authority to designate me as a unique tier.
The Dimensional Merchant had been buying my items for business purposes.
‘Wait. Does this mean the items I’ve been selling have been supplied to the Black Market? My creations already exist on Earth?’
“Whitey, check if there’s ever been any trading of equipment with the initial ‘N’ engraved on it.”
[There is none. Such equipment does not exist anywhere on Earth.]
Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.
“Phew.”
I’ve stamped the letter ‘N’—Nebula’s initial—on every item I’ve crafted.
The same applies to the Genesis-tier artifact Eternal Winter that Han Seol-ah carries, and to the Primordial Essence I gave Lee Ah-woon. No exceptions.
If an artifact bearing such an initial has never appeared on the market?
That means my creations have never been circulated through the Black Market.
‘Then where is he using them?’
Since ‘dimensional’ is in the name… he’s selling them to other dimensions? If so, he’s a merchant operating on a scale I couldn’t have imagined.
Fascinating speculations cascade through my mind, one after another.
[Special One?]
Ah, I was on a call.
“Yes, please continue.”
[Very well. Then, to continue the story…]
Happy’s backstory continued, explaining the existence of the ‘Directors’ who manage the Black Market’s operations at the next tier below, and the limitations that ‘Administrators’ possess.
[All Administrators aspire to become Directors.]
“What’s the benefit of that?”
[Authority expands… tremendously. The scope of what one can accomplish becomes vastly greater.]
“I see….”
[It seems you’re backing Kang Hyo-jun.]
Hmm.
Quick to read the room, and impressive initiative in seizing opportunity.
‘I don’t dislike perceptive employees.’
Would you like to work for my foundation too?
The more talented people I have to share Kang Hyo-jun’s burden—the load he’s grinding through alone—the better.
[If Kang Hyo-jun enters the ‘election’ in the future, I will back him.]
“I see.”
[I should mention beforehand that my influence among the Administrators is paramount.]
Kang Hyo-jun’s authority increases, and the scope of what I can accomplish in the Black Market expands?
That’s beneficial for me.
‘…Is it beneficial for Kang Hyo-jun as well?’
He’s already working himself to death.
But who is Kang Hyo-jun?
He’s the ‘insane workaholic’ who completes every task I assign within the deadline, flawlessly.
If it’s him, he’ll manage.
‘What’s good is good. Kang Hyo-jun, I’ll definitely back you.’
“Happy. You work well?”
[Yes. In fact, I’m the next candidate for Director promotion. I’m known for being capable and hardworking. Among Administrator-level staff, there’s probably no one who works better than Hyo-jun.]
Approved.
“I’ll accept your offer to push Kang Hyo-jun for Director. But that alone isn’t enough.”
[Hmm.]
“Let’s work on one job together.”
“Yes, well. Of course.”
Happy accepted without hesitation.
‘Kang Hyo-jun, one more slave coming your way.’
“Tell Kang Hyo-jun that I sent you. He’ll understand. Follow his instructions.”
“Understood. And then?”
“The Numbers 1 card—I can contact the Saint with this, correct?”
“Yes.”
A grin spread across my face.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“From now on, I’ll handle things myself.”
* * *
“This can’t be real… It’s a lie.”
Yereche sat huddled in a dark corner of the room, nervously gnawing at her fingernails.
Her eyes were fixed on a single bottle of the “Crimson Elixir” she’d purchased at an astronomical price from the Auction House.
‘This is real… It has to be real.’
A legendary elixir bearing the impossible effects of Wound Healing (S) and Disease Cure (S)—two of them, stacked together.
And it was right in front of her.
For Yereche, the existence of that crimson liquid was another name for despair.
Yereche and her Primordial God Sect had reigned supreme, extracting vast donations from the wealthy and powerful across the world by dangling two baits: “holy water” and Yereche’s own divine power.
—Pay the money, and we will save you.
This was the sect’s sole and absolute weapon of power.
But then this cursed elixir appeared.
What drove Yereche to the brink of madness even more was that it contained no mana impurities that would cause tolerance or side effects.
As if it were truly the legendary “Elixir” from myths—a god’s own medicine.
In other words, it was a perfect superior version of both holy water and divine power.
And with repeated use, it guaranteed 100% efficacy every single time.
It was a god’s medicine whose demand would be eternal and infinite.
‘If even one of these starts circulating in the market, the sect’s funding and power will be cut off in no time…!’
She’d thought eliminating the single item put up for auction would suffice.
That’s why she’d desperately wagered an enormous amount of points and even the priceless “Saint Summon Token (1 Use)”—a price beyond valuation.
But that demonic seller, “Special One,” had deceived her by claiming there were two items.
Yet what drove Yereche even further into madness was the single message card left by Special One.
—I currently possess eighteen more Crimson Elixirs, and I can produce as many as desired.
The moment she read that horrifying sentence, Yereche wept with despair.
All her bleeding efforts and the sect’s absolute value were being trampled by something as mass-producible as a commodity.
And she’d even lost the position of Numbers 1 that she’d painstakingly secured over three years.
‘The world I’ve built is collapsing….’
She was terrified to step outside that door and witness the crumbling of her empire.
So Yereche locked herself in the room.
A deep rumble echoed.
“Eek!”
A sudden, massive surge of mana vibrated through the air of the room, startling Yereche so violently that she leaped to her feet.
“What, what is it?”
Buzz! Buzz!
The sound was coming from the Numbers card lying discarded on the floor.
The Numbers card operated under a strict hierarchical system.
Lower-ranked members were forbidden from sending messages to higher-ranked ones.
However, higher-ranked members could message freely, and when they did, the Numbers card would emit an obnoxious vibration demanding immediate attention.
Buzz buzz!
Just like now.
Having held the position of Numbers 1 for so long, it had been ages since I received such a “summons.”
“…I’m Numbers 2 now.”
Then this had to be from Numbers 1.
The one who had submitted the crimson elixir.
‘Ugh…’
I didn’t want to see this.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz buzz!
But the card vibrated so frantically that there was no way to ignore it.
I crawled across the floor toward the card.
[Greetings, Numbers 2. The strongest of the era when I was absent.]
The opening line was a simple provocation.
“…What the hell.”
A curse reflexively escaped my lips.
[I heard you lost your mind over the crimson elixir and locked yourself in your room lol]
“…Did this person always talk like this?”
[lololololol]
“…?”
[lololololololololol pathetic]
“???”
In that moment, the thin thread barely holding my sanity snapped.
“You… crazy bastard?”
Heat surged violently from deep within my chest.
What did it matter if Numbers called or not, if the Primordial God Sect was ruined, if everything had fallen apart?
The Religious Order was… permanently shut down.
‘I’m quitting Numbers too!’
Brilliant divine power erupted from my body.
With my body massively reinforced by divine power, I squeezed the hand holding the card with all my strength.
Crunch— crack—
The card, made from special alloy and harder than steel, began to crumple.
Then, just before fragments could scatter, a new message appeared on the screen.
[There exists a method to transform holy water into a divine elixir superior to the Red Elixir]
Yereche’s hand froze.
“Seriously?”
There was such a method?
[Curious?]
The timing felt like mockery—as if someone unseen were peering at her desperate expression from beyond the veil.
“…I’m curious.”
The holy power radiating from Yereche’s body dimmed.
She focused every ounce of her consciousness, waiting for the words to follow.
Waiting.
“?”
Still waiting.
“What? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Tap, tap.
Was it broken? Had I gripped it too hard earlier?
No matter how desperately I stared at the card.
There was no response.
“Why would you stop talking right there?!”
* * *
“There are two ways to infuriate someone.”
[Interesting… Is there such a method? What is it?]
“One is to leave your words unfinished.”
[I see. And the other?]
Buzz—!
A call came through.
“Happy?”
[How did you manage that?]
“Did things go smoothly?”
[…Yes. Remarkably so.]
Just as expected.
The effect was undeniable.
It was bait Yereche couldn’t help but bite.
But if you dangle the promise of an answer, hinting at it without delivering, anyone would lose their temper.
[She was furious. She said she’d come meet me soon.]
“Huh.”
The effect was spectacular!
‘She won’t attack me the moment we meet, will she?’
In any case, everything unfolded as planned.
‘No need to lure her all the way to South Korea now.’
“Very well.”
“When would you like to schedule the appointment?”
“Tomorrow.”
I glanced at the Quest rewards I hadn’t fully examined yet.
“I’m busy today.”
[Understood. I’ll relay that message.]
The business was concluded.
I shifted my gaze back to the monitor.
“Well then….”
[Agent?]
[Reward]
[Synchronization (EX) ‘Trait’ Unlocked]
“Let me check this out.”
[Agent? What on earth is the second way to make someone angry?!]

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