I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75
[Legitimate qualifications confirmed.]
[Restoring the suspended record of ‘First Climber’ Ha Sung-woon.]
Power surges through my entire body.
‘Ah….’
It’s an intoxicating sensation.
My strength, lost for so long…
Is returning.
My body was already filled to the brim with the EX-grade mana of the Frost Mage obtained through synchronization, saturating every mana core and conduit.
And now, anew, power gathers in the ‘dantian’—the virtual space below my navel where the mana core resides—and spreads toward my meridians.
As if it had always been there, a pure energy naturally manifests, enveloping the mana cores, conduits, and mana itself.
From the moment I cleared the 1st Floor of the Tower, all the way to reaching the 94th…
The source I have carefully cultivated.
Among the energy flowing abundantly throughout the Tower…
I gathered only the purest essence, refined it, and gave it a name: ‘Inner Force’.
A power inspired by ‘that strength’ from other genres.
Though it may not be entirely identical.
It is fundamentally different from mana, which the system bestows.
Because this is a power I created—my own power alone.
In the slowed time, I reach out my hand.
A sword.
With that thought, I grasp at empty air.
Uuuong—!
With a cry like that of a child.
A sword of pure light materializes in my grip.
‘It’s been a while, partner.’
What I regained was not merely the Inner Force filling my dantian.
My equipment too answered the call.
Most crucially.
The blade forged in starlight—’Constellation Severance’!
The only sword capable of accepting my power in its truest form.
I pour the surging Inner Force like a vast ocean into Constellation Severance.
Keeeeing—!
An immense torrent of Inner Force envelops the blade, materializing into fierce, undulating golden flames that blaze brilliantly.
I raise it.
And then, I strike downward.
A simple slash.
Yet the result was far from simple.
“Let there be light!”
Flash!
A sacred trajectory that seemed to blind both eyes—no, that tore through the pitch-black darkness of this space erupted forth…
Kuwaaaaaa-!
The 94th Floor boss, the Outer God’s shell, was bisected in half.
The darkness split open, leaving a vivid golden sword mark in its place.
Uooooooo-!
It was a fatal wound that had torn through the creature’s very essence with a single strike.
The sword mark flickered, slowly burning and devouring the darkness from the severed surface.
What should I do?
If I leave it like this, it’ll be consumed by those flames.
Ooooa-!
The shell’s response was immediate.
The Outer God, having severed its burning half with a whip of its tentacles and cast it aside like bait, dragged its remaining body forward, bleeding sticky black ichor as it fled in panic.
Simultaneously, the severed half that had been hurled to the ground thrashed about wildly and lunged toward me.
“I knew you’d do that.”
I swung Sung-woon’s blade and cut down the discarded husk that had been flung like a lizard’s tail, incinerating it.
Beyond the Outer God’s half, now reduced to black dust and scattering away, I could see the boss’s true body fleeing.
Normally, I would have wasted time chasing after it…
“That’s why I picked a frost mage, you bastard.”
I unfurled Nopi in my left hand.
My dantian, where my inner force resides.
From the mana hole overlapping with it, I awakened the frost-realm mana that had been dormant.
Using the sword as a sight, I aimed at the boss…
“Absolute Zero.”
The second power I had obtained.
I activate ‘magic’.
[Charging begins]
With the activation of this spell, the frost-realm mana had fulfilled its role.
I would no longer use the frost-realm mana.
If I drew upon Nebula’s mana, Nopi might collapse from the strain.
Instead… I began pouring the abundant inner force—my qi—from Ha Sung-woon’s body into the spell.
Kiiiiing-!
Magic circles sprouted forth like the muzzle of a colossal cannon.
They grew and shrank, new ones appeared and overlapped, forming a complex harmony.
‘So this is what it looks like.’
The first time I used it, I was too busy controlling the mana from that chair to witness this sight.
But now, I had more than enough composure to observe the charging process and appreciate it.
It was only natural.
My inner force was my own power, forged by my own hands.
No matter how much I drew upon it, my body would suffer no strain.
Wiiiing-!
Tremendous power converges upon the blade’s tip.
[Mana Charged]
[300,000MP]
From Incheon to Pyongyang—the same threshold where I obliterated Scathach in a single strike.
[400,000MP]
…I effortlessly shatter my past limitations.
Absolute Zero is an ultimate skill that grows stronger in both range and destructive power with every unit of mana invested.
However.
Without Whitey to assist my calculations, I cannot precisely determine the distance to the boss, its escape velocity, or the exact MP required.
[500,000MP]
But does that matter?
‘Efficient mana consumption’ is something only cowards starved for power would pursue.
[800,000MP]
With overwhelming mana at my disposal.
Calculation becomes unnecessary.
Krrrrgh…!
Space trembles.
[1,000,000MP]
Recoil from controlling mana through my body?
There is none.
[2,000,000MP]
Right now, I simply…
find this world exhilarating.
[5,000,000MP]
The EX-grade graphics card’s function—visible only when synchronized with Nopi.
The undulating threads of mana reveal it to me.
Now it reaches.
[6,000,000MP]
So.
I poured in a bit more generously.
“You won’t escape.”
—Fire.
A pure white line materializes between the sphere of light gathered before the blade and the boss’s body.
Immediately after, the line expands, and the world bleaches white.
Flash!
Like a camera flash detonating, my vision flickers.
The boss vanishes without a trace.
Thump! Thud— Thump! Thud—
Only its grotesquely pulsating black heart remains, abandoned.
“….”
I gripped the sword in my hand tighter.
…This was the turning point.
* * *
If the 2nd Floor of the Tower was merely a dense forest brought to life, the 94th Floor existed in an entirely different dimension.
A desolate, ash-colored continent as if an entire ruined planet from the Other World had been torn from its moorings and cast down.
Across that boundless, barren wasteland stretching beyond comprehension, a gravity twice as heavy as normal pressed down relentlessly, and with each breath, the air itself felt tainted—sharp enough to shred the lungs.
Before the terror of calamity-class monsters descending upon us, the 94th Floor itself—this space beyond all standard measures—emanated an overwhelming pressure.
Before the horrifying scale of this deadly predicament that would have made an ordinary awakened hunter cough blood and collapse long ago.
When everyone stood frozen, gripped by instinctive dread.
Kim Chul-soo stepped forward.
He surveyed the ground, glanced around several times, and then…
“Earth Wall.”
He conjured a barrier of solid earth using earth magic.
Immediately after, as Kim Chul-soo extended his hand, successive earth walls erupted skyward with a rumbling sound.
‘Earth magic?’
Manipulating soil—the fundamental magic of an earth mage.
‘So he was an earth mage? That’s why Special One took him as a party member….’
Just as Yereche was about to think exactly that.
“Barricade Construction.”
As Kim Chul-soo chanted and placed his hand on the earth wall, it hardened and transformed into a form bristling with sharp spikes jutting outward.
‘…? That’s a tank skill? Why does a mage have a tank skill?’
Barricade Construction? A fortification skill found only among tanks—specifically those construction workers with years of field experience.
‘What is this?’
In the blink of an eye, a sturdy defensive wall had been erected in the direction from which the monster’s roar echoed.
“Strategist’s Eye.”
‘…Insane, a commander skill too?!’
What in the world was the true identity of this ordinary-looking man?
Chul-soo’s eyes, glancing back, gleamed with a brilliant blue light.
“…From what I can discern, it would be best to seal off the rear entirely. Holy Maiden, do you agree?”
“Y-yes. Please do.”
“Han Seol-ah, I will use the defensive wall I’ve constructed as the entrance. Please lay down ice as extensively as possible in front of the entrance.”
“Understood.”
Whoosh—!
The moment a biting chill swept through.
From the distant terrain beyond the defensive wall Kim Chul-soo had erected to the floor inside the fortress.
An immense expanse whose length was impossible to gauge with the naked eye froze over in a single instant, turning pristine white.
‘…Huh, Han Seol-ah was this strong?’
I’d heard rumors that she was the strongest S-rank ice mage…
‘At this level… isn’t she beyond S-rank?’
Chul-soo issued commands, deftly orchestrating the battlefield.
“We’ve made the entrance where enemies will pour in narrow to create a bottleneck. Lee Ah-woon, tank the narrow passage for us.”
“Yes, understood!”
“It seems they’re tanking through sheer numbers. I’ve prepared a spacious cavern in front of the entrance. Thanks to Han Seol-ah’s assistance, the floor has become an ice rink, so you’ll want to engage the flying creatures—spirits, perhaps? Those with aerial capabilities.”
“I’ll do exactly that!”
“Then I’ll fortify other positions. Earth wall.”
Boom! Crash crash!
As Kim Chul-soo resumed his ‘work’, a provisional fortress of considerable scale—rivaling a decent hotel lobby—began rising before us.
“…What exactly is this?”
What kind of hunter possesses such versatility?
“Holy Maiden.”
Chul-soo called out to Yereche, who had drifted into a daze at some point.
“Oh, yes. I’ve collected myself.”
Though Yereche had momentarily lost herself in the astonishing sight, she quickly regained her composure.
While overseeing the rear fortress that Chul-soo was constructing, Yereche turned to Lee Ah-woon with a question.
“Lee Ah-woon, how long do you think you can hold?”
The tank’s safety was priority one.
If the tank fell, what followed would be nothing but slaughter.
As long as he didn’t die in a single hit—just that one blow—he could survive.
So long as life remained, Yereche possessed the power to save him without fail.
Being selected for the 94th Floor party meant he wouldn’t be the type to die in one hit…
The real issue was willpower.
No matter how much she could heal, the experience of nearly dying and being revived… tanks with the willpower to endure the brink of death multiple times, dozens of times, were absolutely rare.
“I will never break.”
“I’m not asking about your will. I’m asking about something realistic.”
“Yes, I will never break.”
“….”
‘Is this kid a bit dense?’
Yereche turned back, exasperated.
“Kyaaah!”
She reflexively screamed.
Lee Ah-woon, who had appeared perfectly fine just moments before…
Was now drenched crimson, as if an entire paint bucket filled with blood had been dumped over him!
Moreover.
Creatures that seemed like malevolent spirits or evil ghosts—strangely tinged in black, their eyes streaming with crimson light—had somehow crowded densely around him.
“H-Healing!”
As Yereche urgently poured out her holy power, the bleeding stopped.
Yet he remained thoroughly soaked in blood.
That crimson-stained face… where his mouth was, it split wide open, revealing white teeth.
“Thank you.”
Kyieeeee-!
Along with the Demon’s Wail, malevolent spirits began to manifest once more.
Or rather, they were erupting directly from within Lee Ah-woon’s body.
And each time those spectral forms tore through, his skin split open with sickening cracks, blood pouring—
“Healing!!!”
It was horrifying.
“Hehehehe… I will endure this, no matter what.”
‘This… this madman!’
When Yereche showed signs of concentrating fully on him, Lee Ah-woon suddenly raised his hand.
“What is it?”
“Um, Holy Maiden. The party window. Don’t you see it?”
“?”
Lee Ah-woon pointed to the right corner with his finger.
“Around here in your field of vision… there’s a newly appeared system window, isn’t there?”
“Oh.”
Now that he mentioned it, a system window like something from a game had indeed appeared in the corner of my vision.
The names of the hunters who had entered the Tower with us, and red and blue bars…
And I could see Lee Ah-woon’s red bar slowly decreasing in real time.
“That’s one of my brother’s abilities—the ‘Party’ effect. It lets you see the health and mana status of all party members at a glance.”
“Wow….”
For a healer like Yereche, it was a revolutionary function.
‘Without having to directly observe the tank, I can monitor their condition from a distance…?’
And below that, the blue gauge.
If that’s mana, then I could intuitively and accurately grasp the condition of the mages as well.
‘This is… incredible.’
It was an extraordinarily useful ability, not just for the Break but for conquering the Tower as well.
Yereche’s confidence grew.
Lee Ah-woon, blocking the narrow entrance at the front line.
Behind him, Han Seol-ah spreading frigid energy across the ground.
Chul-soo maintaining the defensive barriers from the rear, and Yereche herself handling the healing.
The formation was perfect.
Yereche carefully regulated the flow of holy power, ensuring Lee Ah-woon’s wounds wouldn’t open further.
Then, in that moment of relief from the rear—
‘Ugh, why is it so cold?’
As the fortification transformed the open field into a spacious indoor area with an open ceiling, a bone-chilling, terrible cold began to seep through.
Yereche glanced to the side to investigate the source and immediately understood the reason.
“Fuuuuh….”
Each time Han Seol-ah exhaled, her entire focus concentrated, pure white frost poured forth.
With each breath, the surrounding temperature dropped noticeably.
‘Didn’t she freeze all the places I asked her to freeze earlier?’
Curious why Han Seol-ah was operating her ice-binding magic at full power, Yereche reinforced her legs with holy power and leaped up onto the stone wall.
‘…Wow.’
The drab gray expanse had transformed into pristine white without warning.
As if I were standing upon the permafrost of the polar regions, eternally frozen and unyielding.
From the distant horizon to the far reaches of my vision, ‘white’ was consuming the gray earth.
As though the entire floor were being painted over with an ice age.
Yereche surveyed her surroundings.
The glacial erosion was not merely extending forward.
From this ‘temporary fortress’ that Kim Chul-soo had constructed, it was spreading in all directions.
Moreover, it was far more than the ground simply turning white.
The temperature outside was distinctly colder compared to the interior of the fortress.
Fine particles of ice were drifting softly…
It looked like a blizzard was about to strike.
‘…Extraordinary.’
He’s altering the very weather.
Is this truly the extent of power a human can wield?
“Holy Maiden.”
“Yes?”
Chul-soo approached and extended a stone staff toward her.
“I noticed you were unarmed, so I crafted one for you.”
“Ah, thank you.”
The moment Yereche grasped the stone staff.
‘…!’
Vitality surged through her body.
An Artifact!
As Yereche turned with wide eyes, Chul-soo smiled sheepishly and answered.
“Haha. It should be at least B-rank.”
“How did you even….”
“I simply learned how. Artifact crafting.”
“This is… there’s no way a human could create equipment artifacts….”
Then, without warning, he offered a bowl of thick soup held in a stone vessel.
“This is a medicinal dish made from edible ore and insects I collected from the ground. It will significantly enhance your cold resistance.”
“And how did you make this?”
“I simply could, so I did.”
With a shrug, Chul-soo distributed ‘B-rank Artifacts’ and ‘B-rank medicinal dishes’ to Han Seol-ah and Lee Ah-woon before withdrawing to the rear.
“I’m afraid I won’t be of much use in direct combat.”
“Ah… Yes. I understand.”
The 94th Floor was a nightmare zone requiring a minimum qualification of S-rank.
Ordinarily, a B-rank had no place being here at all.
“I’ll focus on providing rear support.”
As Chul-soo raised his hand, a faint yet warm glow of holy power descended upon Yereche’s shoulders.
B-rank.
Not an overwhelming force, but…
Yereche gasped.
‘Holy power? That’s genuinely holy power, isn’t it?’
One who possesses sanctity cannot accept any force whatsoever—not mana, nothing.
That meant this person had been wielding an earth mage’s magic with holy power all this time, using tank skills and commander skills on top of it.
‘Wait? What is this? I didn’t misread it, did I?’
Something incomprehensible was unfolding before Yereche’s understanding.
“…You were a healer?”
“Yes.”
The person in question seemed utterly unbothered.
‘Am I the one who’s strange?’
…Is this normal in South Korea?
Kyaaaaaaaa—!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The monster’s roar and the trembling earth drew ever closer.
The despair I felt when I first heard that sound?
It had faded now.
‘This might actually be doable…!’
Yereche, her resolve hardened, gripped her staff tightly and kept watch on the situation outside.
Far beyond the horizon, the massive head of an ogre suddenly rose into view.
Boom boom boom!
The ogre’s colossal frame closed the distance in an instant.
‘…Twin-headed, and a gigantified specimen at that.’
A monster known as the ‘Ogre Big Boss’—a 80th-floor tier creature.
And such a monster…
‘…there must be over a hundred of them.’
Hundreds upon hundreds.
Moreover, hidden beneath the massive Big Boss’s towering frame, what raced along at its feet were…
70th and 80th-floor tier monsters—specifically, ‘boss-class mutant’ specimens.
‘Troll Head Hunters, that one’s a Troll Shaman… no, judging by the mask, a Grand Shaman. There are Witch Doctors too….’
Gulp.
Each individual specimen was capable of obliterating an entire human city.
‘Can we…’
Can we stop them?
“…They’ve arrived.”
In that moment.
Han Seol-ah opened her eyes.
Even as she faced the omen of that calamity, her pupils were terrifyingly, icily serene.

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