I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11. Leveling Up
The first thing Camilia saw upon regaining consciousness was the system window.
[You have achieved Level 2.]
[You have completed 12 Achievements.]
[You have obtained 3 Status Points.]
[You can learn 1 new spell.]
[You have obtained 780 Low-Grade Magic Stones.]
‘Ugh, this is worse than spam.’
Though I grew weary of the relentless barrage of system notifications, I couldn’t help but feel satisfied deep down.
Despite all the hardship, my level had risen.
‘Clearing Floor 1 and leveling up—that’s a profitable trade.’
Dark Tower was a game where leveling up was not easy.
Had I played by the standard method, I would have barely reached Level 2 by the time I cleared the 3rd Floor.
But how did I raise my level so quickly?
‘Dominating Named monsters was indeed the answer.’
Since brainwashed monsters were treated as summons, the experience points from monsters they defeated were shared with me.
Part of it was due to my lack of confidence in infiltration, but that alone wouldn’t have been the only option.
I used domination despite the risk of reputation loss specifically for the experience points.
As a result, the confrontation with the Grim Reaper became somewhat dangerous, but it was ultimately resolved cleanly.
It was a very satisfying outcome.
‘Let me check… should I look at my status first?’
I pulled the status window I had pushed to the corner into my field of view.
[Camilia Lord]
Level: 2
Class: Mind Sorcerer
Health(6) Strength(4) Dexterity(4) Intelligence(10) Wisdom(10) Charm(18)
Remaining Points: 3
No matter how I looked at it, my stat distribution was hopeless.
The standard distribution for Sorcerers, whether support or damage dealer, was ‘Charm 4, Dexterity 2, Health 1’.
In my current state, I was nothing more than a useless character who could cast spells decently.
‘What was that about playing for fun…’
I regretted it anew, but what could I do about it?
It was already done.
Fortunately, there was a solution. To be precise, it was the only method available.
‘For now, I’ll dump everything into Dexterity.’
Dexterity was a stat that provided bonuses to accuracy, manual dexterity, and maximum range.
It was an essential stat for Sorcerers, who had short spell ranges and relied heavily on area-of-effect spells.
On floors dominated by colossal monsters or those that die in a single hit, range becomes a lifeline.
‘Level 8… no, considering equipment scaling, I should push Dexterity all the way until Level 6 before it becomes manageable.’
Surviving with poor health in the meantime would require considerable effort, but what choice did I have?
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be a failed character—I’d be a dead one.
Camilia held back tears as I dumped all my stat points into technique.
Next came the choice of a new spell.
There wasn’t much to deliberate about. I’d already decided on this long ago, so I simply selected it and moved on.
All that remained was organizing my inventory.
‘I wonder how identical this will be to the game.’
In the game, party members carried bags or pouches enchanted with dimensional magic, and you had to click them to open the inventory window.
But the lord’s inventory came with a dimensional setting, allowing me to check it instantly from the system window.
Items in the ‘magic’ category—magical artifacts, mana stones—were automatically acquired even from a distance.
‘If it’s all exactly the same, that’s incredible….’
Camilia reached out and lightly touched the holographic bag icon floating before me.
With a soft chime, a grid-shaped window divided into thirty-six slots opened.
Inside were only two icons, each occupying a single slot.
Gold coins. And seven hundred eighty low-grade mana stones obtained from hunting Goblins and Nol with the brainwashed named monster.
The composition wasn’t just somewhat similar to the game—it was completely identical.
The controls were even easier than when playing the game.
I could put items in and take them out of the inventory with just a thought, and there was no cooldown whatsoever.
‘This is insane….’
In the game, it was a standard feature, but in reality, it was nearly a cheat ability.
It synergized perfectly with Mind Sorcery.
Unlike the game, where you could only use designated commands within limited action points, reality allowed me to employ mental magic in countless ways.
Simply brainwashing common monsters to steal named monster equipment and send it to my inventory would make combat exponentially easier.
I really should set aside a day to test this properly.
‘Of course, not now. Later.’
Judging by the fact that I’d been thoroughly washed and moved to the bed, nothing serious seemed to have happened, but I needed to understand what had occurred while I was unconscious.
As she slowly pushed herself up from the bed, the door burst open as if someone had been waiting.
“My lord…!”
It was Zehar Al Rashid who entered.
I didn’t ask the tactless question of how he knew I’d woken without even ringing the bell.
A lord must always appear composed.
I spoke with an indifferent tone.
“You’re being quite loud.”
Zehar Al Rashid swallowed his emotion and barely managed to respond.
“You were unconscious for half a day. I was truly, truly so worried….”
“I’m fine.”
Knowing words alone wouldn’t convince him, Camilia stepped out of bed.
I was about to say, ‘See? I’m fine now,’ when suddenly my vision went dark.
‘What? What’s happening?’
“My lord!”
When my vision cleared again, Zehar Al Rashid’s pale face was right in front of me.
She rushed over the moment I stumbled, catching me before I could fall.
‘What? Just standing up causes anemia? Even if I haven’t been awake long after fainting, is this really how a human body works?’
I half-regretted prioritizing skills over techniques for efficiency, but what was done couldn’t be undone.
Before anything else, I needed to calm Zehar Al Rashid, who had gone pale and begun trembling violently.
“It’s nothing. Don’t cry.”
“It’s all my fault. If I had stepped forward sooner, you wouldn’t be in this state, my lord….”
He wasn’t wrong. If Zehar Al Rashid had fought at his true level, the Grim Reaper would have been dealt with in an instant.
‘But then the already precarious seal would have shattered completely.’
The Tower’s seal was currently like a half-cracked dam.
While I struggled to contain the ‘evil’ seeping out from within, what would happen if a transcendent being crashed down like a tidal wave from outside?
Restraint had been the right answer then.
But Zehar Al Rashid didn’t seem to see it that way.
“You said you’d never lose again… that you wouldn’t care about anything anymore, and yet you’re prioritizing something other than me….”
Tears rolled down over the butterfly-shaped mark that had already flushed red.
It was a scene so excessively beautiful, as if lifted from a tragedy, that even stone would ache at the sight.
But what I felt wasn’t guilt or pity—it was dread.
‘Isn’t this the dialogue of a bad ending flag?’
Before clearing the 10th Floor, if the lord died and revived more than ten times, this was exactly the dialogue that appeared right before the taxidermied ending.
One of the worst endings users called ‘the fool’s demise’—where he’d say something about keeping me safe forever instead, then lock me away in ice that wouldn’t melt, leaving only my consciousness behind.
‘It’s just… just similar dialogue, right? It has to be, right?’
As if mocking my desperate hope, Zehar Al Rashid’s murmuring grew increasingly sinister.
“I never wanted this… Rather than watch you struggle like this and fall apart again, perhaps….”
I felt a chill emanating from the fingertips of Zehar Al Rashid’s hands as he held me.
It wasn’t my imagination.
The flag was confirmed beyond any doubt.
‘Why? Why on earth!? I didn’t die! I didn’t die and I handled the Grim Reaper perfectly!’
I felt like I’d go mad from the injustice, but there was no time to panic.
First, I had to pull out this bad ending flag.
‘Domination? Charm? No, that won’t work. Even if it stops for a moment, I can’t prevent the end.’
What should I do?
What can I do to calm Zehar Al Rashid?
Is there any method I can use besides save-loading… Ah!
‘A spell! I have a new spell!’
I immediately cupped Zehar Al Rashid’s face and pulled him close, pressing my forehead against his.
“Zehar Al Rashid, look at me.”
Whether it was the power of my 18 Charm or fortunately a shred of reason still remaining, Zehar Al Rashid met my eyes obediently.
Thinking it was fortunate, I opened my mouth.
“Tell me. What frightens and grieves you so?”
What caused the flag to trigger? Why is he suddenly like this!?
I asked with desperate sincerity, but Zehar Al Rashid only shed tears without answering.
It doesn’t matter.
‘Mind Reading’.
This incantation, learned upon reaching Level 2, would resolve the matter.

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