I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62
Right after Happy rushed out of the room.
I let out a laugh I’d been holding back.
“She has a cute side to her.”
[…She left terrified the whole time, though?]
Whitey interjected with an incredulous flicker of her hologram.
“Yeah, exactly.”
Happy resembled a meerkat.
The kind that stands rigid with its head held high, perpetually on guard.
To not understand this sensation.
Whitey, you still have a long way to go before comprehending the human heart.
“Job changes are certainly important matters.”
When you think about it that way, her nervousness makes sense.
‘Of course, it’s only natural to negotiate which conditions would be better.’
But in my assessment, the Black Market isn’t a good workplace.
The Golden Foundation I’ll create in the future will be far superior.
Of course, there’s no real basis for this belief.
‘I just need to make it a much better workplace than the Black Market.’
“So we both need to work hard.”
[…]
I’ll create a good workplace, Kang Hyo-jun.
* * *
The Saint arrived far earlier than the appointed time.
With her face flushed red, she walked toward me with heavy steps, and I felt such an oppressive presence that I instinctively tensed, wondering if she might strike me.
“Apologize to me.”
“?”
Had I done something wrong?
[…You said there are two ways to anger a person, didn’t you?]
Ah, that’s right.
“How did you feel back then? Were you angry? How angry were you?”
“….”
The Saint’s face turned even redder.
“Judging by your expression, it was quite effective. Community wisdom never lies, does it? Thank you for your cooperation.”
“…Y-you…!”
The Saint looked up at me with resentful eyes. Just as she was about to stride forward with the momentum to strike me on the spot.
Her shoulders stiffened as if she’d collided with an invisible wall.
Her expression seemed oddly fearful, or perhaps instinctively averse to something.
In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to close the distance and instead stomped her feet in place, venting her frustration.
‘What’s wrong with her?’
“Hurry up and apologize to me!”
Oh dear, I think I’ve teased her a bit too much.
“You owe me an apology.”
“Eeeek, eeeek, eeeeeek!!!”
The Saint, her fury unleashed, swung her fists wildly at the empty air, her blows crashing down upon the innocent floor with thunderous thuds.
She lacked the courage to charge at me directly, and instead, unable to contain her indignation, she fumed and stomped about like a child throwing a tantrum.
‘This is rather amusing.’
I felt like an uncle teasing his young niece.
The Saint’s face grew increasingly crimson, and I suspected that if I continued, she might collapse from sheer rage.
“Let’s end the jest here…”
“Jest? A… a jest?”
“Take a look at this.”
I pointed to the elixir resting on the table.
The moment the Saint’s gaze followed my finger and landed upon the elixir—
“Hieee.”
She collapsed to the ground with a soft thud.
Her flushed crimson face drained of all color in an instant, turning deathly pale.
“W-what is this?”
‘As I suspected, she can sense it.’
I had briefly shown it to Happy earlier, curious whether even an ordinary person without sacred power could recognize it, but she had failed to identify it.
Yet the Saint, blessed with sacred power, recognized it at a glance.
‘The provocation was worth it, just to confirm she could sense it properly.’
A figure of the Saint’s caliber could maintain a poker face that made it difficult to read her true thoughts.
That’s why I deliberately angered her to shatter her emotional defenses, seizing the moment to reveal the elixir.
Seeing her expression shift to shock, having forgotten her rage entirely… it confirmed I had crafted it correctly.
“It’s a nutritional supplement.”
“…A… a nutritional supplement?”
An additive exclusive to holy water.
A cousin to the red elixir.
The white elixir.
In other words, a nutritional supplement, if you will.
* * *
Holy water is created by infusing sacred power into water.
The higher the grade of sacred power, the more potent the holy water produced.
Thus, novices who clumsily handle holy water focus solely on the quality and quantity of this ‘sacred power’.
Should I infuse this much sacred power? Or that much? Should I make it weak? Or strong? And so on.
However, true artisans approach it differently.
Holy water is a consumable combining the ‘sacred’ of sacred power and the ‘water’ of water.
In other words, ‘water’ is equally important as sacred power.
While anyone can theorize about this, once you begin focusing on the water itself, you quickly realize the truth.
Sacred power does not dwell in just any water—it requires a specific kind.
If you infuse a potion with holy power, two outcomes emerge depending on the quality of that holy power.
Either the potion’s effects vanish and it becomes holy water.
Or the infused holy power dissipates and the potion simply persists unchanged.
I can say with certainty that every holy water craftsman on Earth would have stopped at this very point.
—Potions and holy power are incompatible for fusion!
That conclusion would have been the end of it.
But someone like me, a veteran of this craft?
I take one step further.
—I will find a way. I always do!
It’s not about stopping at “it won’t work.”
It’s about starting with “how can I make it work?” and enduring countless trials and errors.
A process of accumulating failure upon failure.
And that’s what I find exhilarating.
That’s why I’m a veteran.
Eventually, results emerge.
This “white elixir” is one such result.
Not a finished holy water, but a miraculous catalyst that absorbs any holy power like a sponge and amplifies it explosively.
A spiritual elixir that harmonizes with holy power—only one ever discovered in Lost Honor!
If there’s one serious drawback, it’s that sourcing the materials is tedious, but for me, that’s hardly a drawback at all.
I’ve already secured a method to obtain these materials, yet no one on Earth could ever acquire them.
In other words, I alone will be the sole supplier of this white elixir, now and forever.
‘There’s no need for me to actively kick away the ladder for those who come after.’
It should be called an advantage rather than a drawback.
In any case.
Eyes that had been narrowed as if ready to bite relaxed into a vacant stare, and lips pressed firmly shut fell slack like a fool’s.
Before such overwhelming presence, my petty rage was bleached away to nothing.
I was utterly captivated.
‘Oh, I’m drooling.’
* * *
‘What is this?’
They say the mind goes blank when confronted with events beyond comprehension.
Yereche felt something far beyond that.
It was as though a bomb had detonated inside her head.
Her instinct as a Saint who wielded holy power forced her to her knees before the sublime force within that glass vial—an awe she could not resist.
‘Ah….’
Yereche stared at the elixir with an enchanted, vacant expression, her gaze ravenous.
‘Hah.’
As if awakening from sleep, Yereche wiped her mouth and gathered her wits.
‘Is this… holy water?’
What shocked Yereche was the presence of an “alien holy power” within that vial—something she had never felt before in her entire life.
Not so much divine power as it is… the sensation of a seed before it becomes strength.
A convergence of sacred energy that hasn’t yet become divine power?
It’s not the divine power I’m familiar with, but…
I felt a far purer force.
‘Pure divine power?’
Special One had definitely said there was a method to refine holy water beyond the red elixir.
Is this glass vial the answer?
“Would you like to have it?”
“Yes.”
Yereche answered reflexively.
“I should warn you beforehand—this is no ordinary elixir.”
Special One’s fingers gently lifted the glass vial.
He shook it as if to say, look here.
Yereche couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.
Her pupils swayed left and right, tracking the vial’s movement.
“There are two methods to refine holy water. One is to blend it with something like this… ‘supplement.'”
Finally, the glass vial disappeared into Special One’s pocket.
‘Ah…’
Yereche felt a sharp pang of regret.
Noticing her expression, Special One chuckled and continued.
“The ‘refinement method’ I mentioned in my message is the second one.”
“Then…”
“Saint. You have two choices. First, please sit down.”
Special One gestured toward the seat across from him.
Only then did Yereche realize she was still sitting on the floor, and she sprang to her feet.
‘How… how undignified…!’
She hurried to the sofa and sat down, clearing her throat with a few coughs to compose herself.
‘I was too hasty!’
Her strategy to seize psychological advantage by criticizing his rudeness had failed from the start.
Instead, she’d fallen for the provocation and taken a devastating counter-punch, revealing everything…!
“What… what is it?”
“A deal. First option: you obtain the refinement method.”
“…And the second?”
“I sell you the supplement you just saw.”
Yereche’s eyes gleamed.
The moment she’d seen that elixir Special One called a ‘supplement.’
The ordinary choice had already vanished from her sight.
In other words, the answer had been decided from the beginning.
“The second one!”
* * *
‘I’ve got her hooked.’
The moment the Saint recognized the true value of this elixir, the negotiation was essentially over.
From this point forward, I control this table.
‘Let’s see.’
I pulled the nutritional supplement halfway out of my pocket.
The Saint’s eyes, which had been nervously scanning my face, locked onto the supplement and refused to look away.
And they didn’t budge.
‘Now then.’
I withdrew the supplement completely and waved it back and forth through the air.
Like a cat watching a toy.
The Saint’s head followed the trajectory I traced.
As I brought it closer, as if to set it on the table.
A flinch.
I could see the Saint’s hand trembling, as if she wanted to snatch the supplement away that very instant.
‘This is amusing.’
I can control the Saint!
“…What exactly are you doing right now?”
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
“….”
The Saint’s brow furrowed.
I obediently returned the supplement to my pocket.
“When you mix this with sacred power, something remarkable happens.”
“Would you explain in detail?”
“If I recall correctly, the red elixir caused quite a stir with two S-rank effects attached to it.”
“…Yes. A product that defied logic appeared in a market that didn’t even have a potion with a single S-rank effect.”
“Effects of that caliber will be attached.”
“Effects will be attached…?”
Yereche tilted her head thoughtfully.
“You’re saying that holy water could receive an ‘Artifact: Consumable’ classification?”
‘Quick to understand.’
The limitation of the holy water Yereche sold was crystal clear.
Holy water—merely ‘water imbued with sacred power’ created by humans—could never receive an ‘Artifact’ classification.
That’s why its effects were limited.
It couldn’t even match the D-rank wound healing effect attached to consumables that received Artifact classification.
‘The overwhelming advantage of being able to supply without entering the Tower must have long since obliterated such drawbacks.’
But with this nutritional supplement, everything changes.
If I infuse sacred power into the supplement, it will be reborn as an ‘Artifact: Consumable’ equal to or surpassing the red elixir.
“Exactly.”
“…Indeed, it does seem possible. With the power this supplement possesses.”
A consumable artifact that humans could supply.
The pinnacle that every corporation and potion maker dreams of achieving.
And it was right before Yereche’s eyes.
‘No wonder Yereche’s eyes are going wild.’
“However… if the supply of nutritional supplements is limited.”
“You needn’t worry about that.”
I set the bag down with a soft thud.
Unzipping it, I retrieved a set box packed tightly with twelve bottles of nutritional supplements and placed it on the table with a decisive thunk.
“I can prepare as much as you desire.”
“…Excellent.”
Yereche’s eyes seemed to transform into the shape of coins.
Yereche was a woman obsessed with both gold and points.
Her mind must be running calculations at lightning speed.
“What are your conditions?”
I withdrew a piece of paper from my inner pocket and placed it on the table.
“What is this…?”
A Saint summoning voucher—one use.
“If I understand correctly, this grants the right to summon the Saint once and receive her assistance for any purpose. Is that accurate?”
“That’s right, isn’t it?”
“I’d like you to issue these for me.”
“…How many?”
“Haha.”
How many?
This customer was being rather naive.
“As many as I want, whenever I want.”
“…Pardon?”
As if she hadn’t heard correctly, Yereche’s eyes widened.
“For starters, could you issue me a hundred?”
“….”
Yereche hesitated, her expression troubled.
“I promise you—I’ll use them only for endeavors that benefit Earth.”
I offered her the prepared paper and pen.
Taking the pen, Yereche picked up the Saint summoning voucher and clumsily forced two rough circles after the number 1.
[Saint 1○○ Summoning Voucher]
“There, that works, doesn’t it?”
‘Excellent, excellent.’
I tossed a bottle of nutritional supplement lightly over the Saint’s head.
Tracing an arc through the air, the supplement drifted slowly across the sky.
“Whoa!”
Yereche sprang up like a cat pouncing on a ball, her movements as sharp as a professional baseball player’s, and snatched the supplement from the air.
Thwack!! Crash and tumble!
The nutritional supplement settled perfectly and safely in my arms, but Yereche’s body tumbled across the bare floor without a single cushion to break her fall.
“….”
“…I apologize.”
Seeing Yereche flinch from pain and humiliation, I offered a polite apology.
I hadn’t expected her to be so startled….
* * *
“I’ll use the summon token right away.”
Yereche stroked the bottle of nutritional supplement cradled in her arms, blinking rapidly.
“…Right now?”
“Yes. This very moment.”
She seemed eager to return to her room and create holy water from the supplement immediately, but that wouldn’t do.
I gestured with my chin toward the plush sofa in the reception room.
“Saint. How do you find this room?”
“Huh? Well… since it’s the Black Market’s reception room, it is quite luxurious. The sofa is comfortable too. Just not to my taste, though.”
She was saying she liked it.
“Fortunate then. From now on, this room will be your new workspace and quarters.”
“…What?”
Yereche’s eyes went wide.
“W-what kind of joke is that to say so frightfully? I need to return to Italy. I can’t abandon the Religious Order….”
“Ah yes. The summon token.”
“….”
The Saint began to panic.
“Then, I’ll return tomorrow. The summon token lasts at most a day, and only one use at that.”
“I’ll use tomorrow’s token in advance as well.”
“…That…”
“The day after, a week, a month—I’ll use all those tokens in advance too.”
“…Are you insane?”
A pair of curses tumbled from Yereche’s lips, finally abandoning the dignity befitting a Saint.
She cried out in desperation.
“Just set a deadline! Tell me how long you need me here!”
“Ah. That would be a reasonable approach, but… I’m afraid I cannot do that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t yet know how long I’ll need the Saint.”
“…?”
I regret this, Saint.
“Therefore, you must remain here, ready for immediate deployment for as long as you’re needed.”
“…After 100 days, then I can return, yes?”
“No. Ah, while we’re on the subject, would you create one more summon token for 1,000 uses?”
You will ‘absolutely’ not escape.
“This is kidnapping and false imprisonment!”
“If you leave without permission, I’ll assume you have no intention of purchasing nutritional supplements.”
“….”
The Saint was already a fish that had taken the bait.
A perfect snare woven from my own greed.
Yereche alternated her gaze between the nutritional supplements cradled in her arms and the closed door, releasing a desperate whimper.
Successfully recruited the world’s strongest holy water factory director and healer!

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