I Got a Monster Spaceship from the Tutorial Tower - Chapter 24

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Episode 24
24
The evening Yeon-woo and Ha-yoon cleared the fifteenth floor.
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, Yeon-woo found himself standing before the Manghho Clan.
“Whew… the building’s massive.”
The Manghho Clan headquarters—which Yeon-woo had only ever seen on the news—towered even larger than he’d imagined, the bronze tiger statue in the plaza before it equally immense.
If Urelka had been there to hear it, she would have murmured, “Though the Spaceship is considerably larger, sir,” but he was mercifully alone with his thoughts.
Though business hours were winding down, a steady stream of people still moved through the building’s corridors.
At first, Yeon-woo had wondered whether it might be wiser to visit late at night, when fewer eyes were around—but Ha-yoon had suggested this time instead.
If he’d arrived alone, it would have drawn questions; it would have looked suspicious.
Instead, she’d directed him to a back employee entrance near the Underground Parking Lot—darker, quieter, away from the main lobbies where most visitors passed through.
Yeon-woo walked toward the entrance Ha-yoon had described, turning the directions over in his mind.
‘Is Ha-yoon waiting for me directly?’
As the entrance came into view, he wondered aloud.
Ha-yoon’s face was too well-known, her beauty too striking; even in a quieter area, it would draw attention if someone spotted her lingering.
And if anyone saw her with a stranger, the gossip would spread instantly.
Still, there had to be a reason she’d suggested this particular route, some plan he wasn’t yet seeing. He walked on slowly, turning it over—
Flash!
“Wh—what?”
A car’s headlights suddenly blazed to life directly in his path, and Yeon-woo jumped back in alarm.
The timing was unmistakable—whoever was inside had been waiting for him.
The driver’s window slid down.
“Yeon-woo?”
A face Yeon-woo knew instantly appeared in the window frame.
“…J-Jin-yong? The Clan Leader?”
It was Jin-yong himself, the Manghho Clan’s leader.
Here, in the Underground Parking Lot, waiting for him—a man who drew even more attention than Ha-yoon ever could.
Yeon-woo shuffled forward uncertainly.
Jin-yong smiled broadly and gestured for him to approach, speaking in a warm, easy tone.
“I imagine that startled you. Come on, get in—we can talk.”
Ha-yoon had been manageable; he’d spoken with her several times over the communication network, grown somewhat accustomed to her presence.
But Jin-yong was an entirely different proposition.
A celebrity he’d only ever glimpsed on the news.
For an ordinary person like Yeon-woo—someone too nervous to even talk back to rude convenience-store customers—meeting his gaze was enough to make his fingers tremble. The man was a titan.
And yet.
‘…Stay composed.’
Before stepping out from the Spaceship, Urelka had spoken to him. Her words came back now.
“Since you’ve decided to go through with the registration, do so with confidence, sir.”
“Right… I should.”
“Though I notice you’re already breaking into a cold sweat?”
“It’s just… warm, that’s all.”
“Captain, we and the Spaceship stand behind you. There is no reason to feel diminished.”
Urelka had spoken with such unwavering conviction, such steady eyes, that she seemed almost a different person—transformed, steely.
Makros and Gudru, Hwa-ryeon, the goblin brothers—they’d all nodded gravely in agreement behind her.
He was the captain of a Spaceship, and no one he met deserved to look down on him.
If anyone dared to slight him, he could walk away without hesitation.
A soft breath escaped his lips.
“If you wish it, sir, I could lend you my Short Sword. Merely gripping its hilt steadies the mind, whatever the—”
“No need.”
“Very good, Captain.”
He’d gently refused that last offer—no sense in showing up armed and getting arrested for assault.
The thought alone made him wince.
Unexpected as this meeting was, Yeon-woo squared his shoulders and strode toward Jin-yong’s car with newfound confidence.
And Jin-yong, watching him approach, noted something at once:
‘He’s terrified.’
The veteran Clan Leader read the boy’s anxiety in a heartbeat, despite the brave front.
Was this really the captain of a Spaceship? The description seemed impossibly at odds with the nervously-approaching youth.
And yet his appearance matched exactly what Ha-yoon had described.
More conversation would be needed to confirm it, but based on what had happened over the past few days—the movements, the power—this young man was a prodigy of frightening caliber.
Perhaps the Spaceship’s pilot had kept his identity hidden not out of strategic necessity, but simply because he was still learning who he truly was.
Click.
Yeon-woo climbed carefully into the passenger seat beside Jin-yong.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I thought it best to meet here first, to avoid drawing attention.”
“Yes… that works for me.”
“Still, let’s move to another location. Ha-yoon the Pilot is waiting there.”
After exchanging brief greetings, Jin-yong smoothly began driving.
Out of the Underground Parking Lot, to a location not far away.
Behind a main road where few people ventured, Jin-yong pulled up to an unmarked building and cut the engine.
“Well, people in the know already do, but this is the Manghho Clan’s annex—the Clan House. We use it occasionally when we need to conduct sensitive matters.”
“Wow…”
Yeon-woo gazed up at the building, his admiration genuine.
The structure itself was nothing remarkable, but he’d never dreamed the Manghho Clan maintained a secret annex like this.
People in the know already do?
Surely that was an understatement.
In truth, fewer than a hundred people—within the Guild and beyond—knew of the Clan House’s existence.
Only high-ranking Guild executives, select Pilots and staff carefully vetted by the Manghho Clan itself.
And lastly, the Control Bureau, plus a handful of outsiders from allied clans.
Of course, today Jin-yong’s special orders had restricted access even further.
With security handled directly by the Manghho Clan, the location excelled at discretion.
Yeon-woo followed Jin-yong inside.
Unlike the plain exterior and corridors that resembled a shopping arcade, the interior was appointed like a luxurious hotel.
“Welcome, Pilot Yeon-woo.”
Ha-yoon, waiting as Jin-yong had said, offered her greeting.
“Ah, Pilot Ha-yoon… it’s my first time meeting you in person.”
Video calls and seeing someone face-to-face were entirely different experiences.
Ha-yoon seemed not so different from Yeon-woo in age.
Clap clap!
Jin-yong broke the awkward silence with a light clap and spoke.
“Well then, shall we all sit? I think I have the most to discuss today.”
Three high-backed chairs arranged around a round table.
The moment Yeon-woo sat, comfort washed over him so completely it was all he could do not to sigh.
But he showed nothing on his face.
‘Composure. Composure. I am the captain of a Spaceship.’
Whatever timid Yeon-woo might have been before, he could not afford to remain that way.
If he alone suffered for his mistakes, that would be one thing—but now any disadvantage he faced rippled out to his entire crew.
Leading people meant more than just claiming authority; it meant bearing their weight, their stakes, their very lives.
This was something no one needed to teach him. He had to understand it himself.
Jin-yong spoke first, choosing his words carefully.
“I’ll be honest—I’m a bit surprised. You’ve cleared a few operations with Pilot Ha-yoon before, but… this meeting came sooner than I expected.”
“I see.”
Yeon-woo gave a small nod.
Now that the Spaceship’s power had been proven beyond reproach.
Yeon-woo held more than just the hilt of a sword—he wielded authority such that if he asked for the moon from heaven, none would dare refuse.
But with such power came equally grave vulnerabilities.
‘How much of my identity should I reveal? And to whom? …Truthfully, Monsters are that dangerous.’
Urelka, Makros, Gudru, Hwa-ryeon, Sureka, Surika.
All were creatures that the world—Pilots and ordinary humans alike—had warred against, spilling blood and lives without end.
Though they showed no sign of intent to harm humanity.
Who would readily believe “Our Monsters are kind”?
Even Yeon-woo himself had wrestled with doubt for some time before accepting them.
So revealing everything about the Spaceship to the public was utterly impossible.
And disclosing only his own identity felt like an equally heavy burden.
Urelka had even offered advice on the matter, speaking with grave seriousness.
=Historically, Spaceship captains have… been targeted precisely because of that overwhelming power.
Yeon-woo agreed completely.
Though it had lessened in recent years, intelligence agencies still kidnapped high-Rank Pilots from foreign nations, or assassinated them. It happened with depressing regularity.
‘Not yet. Not yet. The time isn’t right.’
Through training in the Training Room, he might eventually cultivate enough personal strength to defend himself adequately.
But even so, he had to avoid stirring up unnecessary trouble.
And so, after careful deliberation, his choice had been not the Control Bureau, but the Manghho Clan.
At the very least, Ha-yoon and Jin-yong had demonstrated a certain credibility thus far, and that seemed reason enough to place some trust in them.
Of course, Jin-yong himself had long been prepared to accept whatever Yeon-woo might ask of him.
Yeon-woo gathered his thoughts for a moment before answering.
“Please register me as an official Pilot.”
There were two ways to become an officially registered Pilot.
The orthodox route required going through the Control Bureau and following their registration procedures.
However, organizations of sufficient scale—like the Manghho Clan—often had those Control Bureau procedures delegated to them.
Since most Pilots operated through clans anyway, it was more convenient for everyone involved.
“That means…?”
At Yeon-woo’s words, Jin-yong’s expression shifted slightly.
Jin-yong had seen it all in his years operating the clan.
Yet beneath his outward composure, his nerves were taut as a drawn bowstring—a tension he hadn’t felt in far too long.
The Manghho Clan’s entry into the Spaceship might not be far off.
And yet.
“Forgive my presumption, but I have no wish to belong to any organization at this time.”
“No wish to belong?”
Yeon-woo’s request took a different direction from what Jin-yong had anticipated.
Jin-yong asked the question, and Yeon-woo nodded in affirmation.
“There are secrets I cannot yet explain. Until I can be certain, joining any organization would become a burden to us both.”
“Hmm…”
Jin-yong fell silent at the unexpected reply, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
All the while, his eyes searched Yeon-woo’s face for any hint of his true thoughts.
‘He’s changed since I first met him. And so little time has passed.’
In Yeon-woo’s gaze burned an unwavering resolve.
He must have wrestled with this decision at length.
There was some grand vision behind it all—something too vast for Jin-yong to fathom.
Jin-yong finally broke the silence.
“So what you’re asking is for us to provide you with a Fake Registration.”
“…Yes.”
“You do realize that’s strictly prohibited and illegal, I trust?”
Fake Registration.
It was the act of deliberately concealing a Pilot’s information during registration.
Most often, it meant registering at an artificially inflated Rank to pocket subsidies and benefits.
But discovery meant severe punishment, and eventually it would be exposed once the Pilot began active operations.
Every so often, news broke of a clan executive’s child using Fake Registration to collect benefits without ever actually working as a Pilot—delegated by the Control Bureau—but such cases were ancient history.
Moreover, Yeon-woo’s situation was the exact opposite.
Not inflating to a higher Rank.
Rather, registering at an absurdly low Rank to avoid drawing attention.
Though Jin-yong had called it illegal, he wasn’t attempting to coerce Yeon-woo.
‘That’s not what the law was ever meant to prevent, anyway.’
Yeon-woo nodded in understanding.
“It won’t be long. Not long at all.”
“Hmm…”
There wasn’t a flicker of doubt in Yeon-woo’s eyes.
Yeon-woo’s intention in seeking registration through the Manghho Clan was pure and simple: buying time.
‘Until I’m strong enough. I just have to hold on until then.’
For now, the Spaceship’s potential remained untapped and dormant.
And the Training Room would grow ever more powerful as he climbed each level of the Tutorial Tower.
Reaching only the fortieth floor would bring him to Hapi’s level—and with firm resolve, he could achieve results in a surprisingly short span of time.
Tap, tap.
Jin-yong drummed the tips of his index fingers together as he pondered, then posed a question.
“What, then, do we gain from this?”
“Clan Leader.”
Ha-yoon, who had been listening quietly all this while, called out to Jin-yong softly.
From her perspective, Jin-yong seemed the type who would accept any condition whatsoever if it meant meeting the Spaceship’s master.
His tone just now—so grave and measured that it seemed strange even to her—caught her off guard.
Yet Jin-yong ignored her and kept his gaze fixed on Yeon-woo.
Gulp.
Yeon-woo swallowed once before he spoke.
“A reliable ally. The Spaceship itself.”

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