I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64
A job trait I unlocked as Lee Ah-woon’s spirit mage.
Using that power, I summoned the ‘spirits’ that served as the core materials for the tonic and suspended them in mid-air.
Chirp, chirp, chirp!
I was admiring the sacred aura emanating from the white fairies that flickered luminously.
“Eek!”
Yereche, who had just crossed through the portal, caught sight of the fairies and startled so badly she collapsed to the ground.
I casually dismissed the spirits back.
“What was that? Am I dreaming?”
“What do you mean?”
“Those fairies hovering around you!”
“What fairies?”
“???”
Yereche was left stunned.
“No, wait… there were fairies there?”
I lied so nonchalantly that she seemed confused about whether what she’d just witnessed was real or a dream.
“There definitely were… the fairies chirping and…”
“Stop pretending to be cute.”
“I’m not! They were really there!”
“Yes, yes. Whether they were fairies or spirits, I’ll count what you saw as real, so come sit down over here.”
“…But I’m serious…”
The Saint shuffled over and sat down at the table.
I slid a tonic in front of her.
“Mm!”
In an instant, her aggrieved expression vanished as if it had never existed, and she settled down calmly.
The perfect demeanor of a professional facing her product.
‘She seems quite accustomed to this.’
“Try infusing sacred power into it, just like you would when making holy water.”
“Understood.”
The Saint closed her eyes the moment she answered.
There wasn’t even a preparatory motion to focus her mind.
The instant she closed her eyes…
Whoosh—!
Dazzling, pure white sacred power erupted from the crown of the Saint’s head.
‘…What? Why is it so fast?’
Sacred power wasn’t normally something that could be deployed with such immediacy.
Sacred power is a force borrowed from the divine.
‘I don’t know if there’s actually a god on Earth or not, but regardless.’
To use sacred power, one must petition the god who owns the power, asking them to ‘grant me this strength.’
To put it another way, there’s a necessary procedure: knock on the door, say ‘excuse me, please grant me power,’ and wait for the response ‘very well, I shall lend it to you.’
Unlike mana, holy power is a convenient force that requires no training, and it possesses the unique advantage of being the only power capable of healing.
However, it comes with the disadvantage of being cumbersome and slow to use, which balances it against mana.
Yet Yereche’s holy power activates the moment she closes her eyes—almost instantaneously.
Unnaturally fast.
‘The title of “Earth’s Strongest” wasn’t mere reputation, then.’
A soft pop.
The Saint’s holy power seeped into the nutritional supplement.
As the holy power intertwined with the white supplement, it shimmered with a seven-colored pearl-like radiance.
A hissing sound.
With the sound of air escaping, it transformed into plain water.
‘Ah.’
A failure.
“Saint, it’s failed.”
“…Huh? Why?”
The Saint opened her eyes and stared at what had been the ‘supplement’ before her.
Now it was merely a water bottle.
“…What?”
The Saint picked up the water bottle in disbelief, bringing it close to her eyes.
She shook it back and forth, even sniffing it, her eyes gradually narrowing with suspicion.
Soon, a gaze filled with confident doubt pierced toward me.
“Why.”
“You switched it, didn’t you?”
“….”
This woman?
“Are you insane, Saint?”
“Then you’re saying I made a mistake? I did it exactly the same as when I made holy water…”
“The result speaks for itself.”
I shook my head dismissively and set the water bottle aside.
“The proportions don’t match.”
“…That can’t be right….”
‘Hmm.’
Truth be told, this was my calculation error.
Yereche’s holy power is faster than what the high priests of Lost Honor use—incomparably stronger.
This supplement’s formula was calibrated to the standard of the high priests’ holy power.
When Yereche’s holy power, far more potent, surged through it, the efficacy was lost.
But there was no need to admit my mistake before the Saint.
Instead, I brazenly lifted my chin and clicked my tongue in disdain.
“How clumsy. Blaming others when you can’t control your own power.”
“…Tch.”
The Saint’s face flushed with indignation.
“Try using your holy power more delicately.”
“Delicately? What does that even mean? Just tell me what to do.”
“Does she not understand…”
“I don’t get it…”
I don’t know either.
“Is that so… Is that all you can manage?”
“…Let me try once more.”
The Saint, now determined, snatched a bottle of nutritional supplement rolling across the table.
She closed her eyes and muttered while toggling her holy power on and off.
“Pour it weakly…? Like this? Or maybe… this feeling?”
Now serious, the Saint didn’t hesitate to sacrifice the supplement as it transformed into water.
‘She must understand it instinctively.’
If success awaited such tremendous wealth, then the sunk cost of failure wasn’t worth lamenting—she simply didn’t consider it a loss.
A foundation for success. That’s the mindset.
…And so three bottles failed.
“How am I supposed to do this? You said to be delicate!”
“How incompetent…”
“Ugh…! No, I barely added any, so why does it turn into plain water?!”
Heat began rising visibly in the Saint’s face.
And then five.
“No!!! I did it right!! I poured it gently!!!”
“You can’t even do that?”
“One more!!”
By the tenth attempt.
“Ahhh!!! Why!!!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Saint’s eyes rolled back as she began pounding the table furiously.
With each swing of her fist, the supplement bottles scattered across the table clattered and danced noisily.
“D—! A—! M—! N—! I—! T—!”
Bang! Bang!
At this rate, the table might actually split in half.
And between the outbursts, she was cursing in Italian, which honestly terrified me.
“Merda! Perché mi va tutto storto oggi?! Che palle! Mi ha rotto i coglioni!”
‘Italians really do curse with their whole body.’
Bringing the fingertips of both hands together and shaking them up and down forcefully, or stretching both arms toward the sky—her gestures were incredibly expressive.
Even from a distance, you could tell she was absolutely furious.
[‘Merda’ means feces. The sentence roughly translates to “Damn it! Why is everything going wrong today?!” And ‘Che palle’ means…]
‘This is actually quite useful. I don’t need to know any more.’
Thanks to Whitey whispering real-time translations of curses in my ear, I felt my delicate heart might actually get wounded.
“Huff… Huff…”
The Saint’s eyes, blazing with fury and madness, fixed upon me.
Her face flushed crimson as if it might burst, and ragged, heavy breaths poured from her nostrils.
Instead of speaking, she thrust out her hand with a sharp gesture.
I retrieved a nutritional supplement I’d set aside in my pocket and placed it in her palm.
The Saint huffed indignantly, cradling the supplement reverently in both hands, then attempted to close her eyes again.
“Wait a moment.”
“?”
Tap. Tap.
I placed five additional bottles of nutritional supplement before the Saint.
Now six bottles of supplement lay arrayed before her.
“What is this?”
“Don’t think of it as weakening your power—try proceeding as you normally would. Instead, imagine infusing all six bottles simultaneously with holy water.”
I hadn’t merely watched and mocked the Saint’s failure.
No matter how easily nutritional supplements could be crafted, it would be wasteful to let them be ruined so pathetically.
The supplements turning to plain water due to her failed mixture was ultimately a consequence of her holy power being far too potent.
No matter how gently she attempted to channel her holy power, it simply wouldn’t cooperate.
‘…Even when she strains to manifest it weakly, her baseline output exceeds that of a High Priest. I have to admit—her holy power is absurdly, ridiculously overwhelming.’
I gave an internal thumbs up.
Now that I understood the cause, the solution was straightforward.
Rather than letting a single poor supplement bear the brunt of the Saint’s crude holy power…
Multiple bottles could share the burden.
After carefully observing and calculating the supplements’ transformation into plain water, I determined that six bottles were precisely what the Saint needed.
‘Her baseline holy power output for creating holy water equals that of six High Priests combined.’
Double thumbs up.
“Give it a try.”
The Saint took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
Whoosh!
As her holy power surged forth, all six bottles simultaneously gleamed with a seven-hued, pearl-like radiance.
Rather than transforming into transparent plain water, they radiated with pristine, luminous brilliance.
A perfect success.
‘It worked.’
“Please…!”
Unaware of anything, the Saint clasped her hands together, trembling as she opened her eyes to examine the results.
The outcome was a resounding triumph.
“It worked, it actually worked!”
The Saint leaped into the air, bouncing with unbridled joy.
“It worked! Yes! This is me! I can do it!”
After celebrating for a while, she cleared her throat with a soft cough, then straightened her shoulders with an arrogant expression.
“You saw, didn’t you? When I set my mind to it, this is child’s play.”
Witnessing that rapid shift in demeanor, I revised my assessment of the Saint upward.
‘This woman truly possesses genuine divine power.’
“Now let me appraise it.”
[Summoning Kang Hyo-jun.]
Crash!
Whoosh!
As if he’d been waiting nearby, Kang Hyo-jun burst into the Reception Room with appraisal glasses in hand, breathing heavily.
His necktie hung askew from how frantically he’d rushed over.
“Huff, huff… Special One. I’ve been waiting. You’ve succeeded in manufacturing a consumable artifact?”
“See for yourself.”
I handed Kang Hyo-jun the holy water gleaming with seven colors.
Kang Hyo-jun raised his monocle and examined the holy water carefully.
“This… this is genuinely a consumable artifact.”
“What are its properties?”
Yereche asked eagerly.
The holy water Yereche had previously created possessed two abilities.
‘Healing Enhancement’—amplifying the body’s natural regenerative capacity.
‘Disease Resistance’—bolstering immunity to prevent illness.
If this holy water had properly become a consumable artifact, both properties should be present.
“One of them is… Healing Enhancement.”
That’s one down.
“What’s the grade?”
“Grade A.”
“Hmm.”
Yereche let out a disappointed sigh.
I understand. She’d hoped for something equal to or surpassing the S-grade that the Red Elixir possessed.
“Disease Resistance is also properly attached. Likewise, Grade A.”
“…That’s fortunate.”
Yereche spoke brightly, as if shaking off her disappointment.
A faint shadow of letdown crossed her eyes that had gleamed with anticipation, yet she deliberately nodded with composure.
“While it didn’t surpass the Red Elixir, this is still an excellent achievement.”
Certainly true. The Red Elixir had caused quite a stir as the first S-grade artifact, and its “Double S-grade” designation had completely upended the Auction House.
In comparison, this Double A-grade artifact holy water was clearly one tier below the Red Elixir.
Then,
“Wait, just a moment. Saint.”
Kang Hyo-jun spoke without removing the appraisal glasses from his eyes.
Upon catching his gaze, a peculiar anticipation bloomed anew across Yereche’s face.
“Could it be?”
“…Yes. There’s one more.”
But if another property were attached here?
A ‘Triple’ consumable possessing three abilities?
“T-Triple?!”
A consumable artifact that had never once appeared in history was being born—an absolutely ridiculous item.
I observed Kang Hyo-jun and Yereche’s reactions with a warm sense of satisfaction.
‘Why did I even bring nutritional supplements along?’
The holy water possessed two effects. And the nutritional supplement originally had one effect of its own.
The emergence of ‘Triple’ was predetermined from the start.
“…’Effect Enhancement’. It’s S-rank.”
“W-What… S-rank?!”
Yereche staggered as if about to faint, collapsing onto the sofa with a thud.
A historic moment—the birth of a ‘Triple consumable artifact’ that had never appeared in recorded history.
And I had created it with my own hands.
A situation potent enough to trigger a dopamine explosion.
Moreover, over twenty unopened bottles of nutritional supplement were scattered before Yereche.
‘She must be seeing dollar signs.’
The money-obsessed Saint certainly had reason to salivate.
‘But don’t celebrate too soon, Saint.’
The nutritional supplement…
possessed an inherent ability to amplify the effects of the holy power used as its base material.
In other words.
‘Healing Enhancement (A)’ and ‘Disease Resistance (A)’ combined with ‘Effect Enhancement (S)’ meant those two A-rank properties would exhibit S-rank or higher effects.
Furthermore, the ‘Healing’ authority that holy power naturally possessed would also expand.
‘From here on, even I couldn’t predict it.’
Beyond the supplement’s amplification, Yereche’s absurdly powerful holy power itself became a variable.
Yereche’s strength exceeded that of a High Priestess.
Which meant even the unique ‘Healing’ authority inherent in her holy power could receive artifact effect judgment.
“T-There’s one more!”
“Q-Quadruple?!”
In a consumable market where even Triple had never appeared, the emergence of Quadruple with four properties was extraordinary.
‘This is getting interesting.’
“Wound Healing B-rank!”
“Haaaaaah.”
The Saint, unable to withstand dopamine levels exceeding her threshold, rolled her eyes back and collapsed beside the sofa.
Kang Hyo-jun began meticulously examining the other holy waters, as if uncertain whether he’d witnessed it correctly or suspecting his emotion-reading glasses had malfunctioned.
Watching him, I summoned Happy.
“…What is it, Special One?”
“You have emotion-reading glasses too, don’t you?”
“I do, but…”
I handed Happy a bottle of holy water.
“Would you take a look?”
Happy tilted her head in confusion as she examined the holy water.
Behind his glasses, his pupils began to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.
“Gasp…! Q, Quadruple…!”
Happy immediately clutched her chest and collapsed to the ground.
“I intend to supply this through Kang Hyo-jun to the Market. The dominant market position that Sung-su once held has been lost because of this. Is that correct?”
“…Yes, it is.”
Happy’s complexion drained of color, turning pale as paper.
“Sung-su’s monopoly, relationships with the upper echelon… your value to the Market can be summarized as this much. Because of this Sung-su, all of your value will disappear. Is that also correct?”
“…Yes.”
Mm-hmm.
This was exactly it.
“There is no longer a place for you in the Market.”
“…That’s, correct.”
“Will you join the Foundation?”
“….”
Happy’s tears streamed down her face.
These were surely tears of joy.
Escaping from a dark enterprise like the Black Market.
Now she would work at the Foundation, brimming with dreams, hope, and a future filled with goodwill.
“…Yes.”
So from now on, don’t curse at people you’re meeting for the first time, Happy.

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