I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32. Conquest Complete
Disabling the seal in the Boss Room without interference from enemies.
Successfully charming the boss monster.
Having achieved both of the most difficult conditions, the remaining process felt almost laughably easy compared to the struggle thus far.
[How dare these wretches…!]
The Necromancer, pinned against the filthy stone floor, spewed rage.
An 8-level caster could single-handedly alter the course of war, but only when capable of casting spells.
With the possessed corpse too damaged to channel major incantations, I had become nothing more than a noisy communication device.
[I curse you! You shall be cursed! Cursed…!]
The Necromancer’s vicious tirade cut off abruptly the moment the possession ended.
“Is… is it over?”
Ken asked anxiously.
Camilia answered matter-of-factly.
“The connection is severed, not the caster dead.”
“Connection? What do you mean…?”
Ken, unaware that an unknown Necromancer had possessed the Pantheon’s caster, seemed eager to ask more, but Camilia raised her hand to stop him.
Driving out the Necromancer wasn’t the end. The boss monster still remained.
“Everyone, attack.”
At her command, the party moved in unison.
The boss monster, startled by the sudden assault, fought desperately.
But what could it accomplish now, depleted of every spell and technique from battling the Necromancer?
After being relentlessly beaten, it could only writhe and take more punishment.
Was it truly acceptable to exploit the boss monster so mercilessly?
Didn’t my conscience sting?
‘If I hadn’t, I’d be dead. What conscience matters then?’
Recruitable NPCs were Schrödinger’s allies—they might stab me or they might not—but boss monsters always stab once charm breaks.
Hesitating before an opponent who charges at me for daring to enchant them slightly would be stupidity, not virtue.
Camilia watched every moment unfold without blinking.
[Lena Fisher is permanently removed from the recruitable allies list.]
As a result, following Ken, the archer Lena was also struck from the list of possible recruits.
Though I had never intended to recruit her anyway, seeing her recoil even after being spared left a bitter taste.
‘I didn’t do anything to warrant fear… well, I did quite a lot of things, actually.’
I displayed people being manipulated like puppets, revealed the Tower’s seal being broken, dominated the boss monster and worked it to death—I showed them all.
By any measure, I was the very picture of an evil, sinister, and cruel sorcerer lord.
I could only be grateful they simply cut ties and left it at that.
Though the elite adventurer party had abandoned me, the lord’s party’s trust remained unshakeable.
Despite being thrust into dangerous combat in rapid succession, Nashu Shumel’s eyes held only excitement, not fear.
The wavelength flowing through our telepathic bond was equally thrilled.
【L-Lord, you’re watching me. Could it be… you’re about to praise how well I fought!?】
【…How is this even possible for you…?】
Rohengreen Ashen was equally absorbed in pummeling the boss monster, his gaze never wavering as he marveled at the sight before him.
Netanel Fragma, naturally, maintained his usual “why think while working—just do it” demeanor without the slightest disturbance.
I was delighted by their unwavering trust, yet simultaneously thought, ‘But isn’t this a bit… strange?’
‘You all should be frightened and questioning when your lord suddenly tears open the Seal Chamber out of nowhere, shouldn’t you…?’
They were far too unperturbed, which actually made me, the lord, slightly terrified.
[Nashu Shumel defeats the Discarded Homunculus!]
[Remarkable Achievement!]
Regardless of Camilia’s inner turmoil, the boss fell.
“My lord, it is finished.”
Rohengreen Ashen called out to me while sweeping away the crumbling remains of the boss monster into dust.
I simply crossed my arms, feigning the role of a lord too weakened to concern myself with such trivial matters.
“Mm.”
However, defeating the boss did not mean combat had ended.
Ratmen that burst forth from the seal’s rupture were still swarming about.
With the seal broken, many had likely escaped beyond The Tower’s walls as well.
Zehar Al Rashid would be maintaining a barrier to contain them, but considering the mana stone cost of sustaining that barrier, I needed to complete the re-sealing as quickly as possible.
I forced my throbbing, aching feet to move and stood in the center of the Seal Chamber hall.
Like the 1st Floor, the center of the 2nd Floor hall held a peculiar stone platform covered haphazardly with crimson lines.
Kneeling, I placed my hand upon the stone platform without hesitation.
Something seemed to drain from within my body, and white light began to pour forth.
As I instinctively closed my eyes, a vision unfolded within the darkness seeping between my eyelids.
It was the backstory to a vision I had witnessed on the 1st Floor long ago.
[If you wish it, I shall follow you. I am always on your side…]
Behind the aide whose face was hidden beneath the hood of a pitch-black robe, a new figure appeared.
In stark contrast to the aide, it was a woman dressed in robes of absolute purity, without a speck of dust.
[Great one, I too shall aid you.]
The First Lord asked with a guarded gaze.
[Will you truly do so?]
[To protect humanity from ‘evil’—that is the reason for my existence.]
As the woman in white robes clasped her hands together in answer, the lord turned his gaze once more toward the empty foundation.
And he whispered softly.
[Then, let us begin.]
‘Why won’t this blasted cinematic auto-skip?’
I concentrated my consciousness while desperately wishing for a skip button.
The light spreading from beneath my palm grew increasingly luminous.
And finally, it burst forth like an explosion, dyeing the entire world pure white as it swept across the entire floor.
Only after considerable time had passed could I open my eyes again.
My vision, dazzled by the excessive light, first caught sight of a small holographic window.
[The seal of the 2nd Floor is restored.]
‘…It’s over.’
Camilia finally released a sigh of relief.
The 2nd Floor was finally conquered.
‘What…? What? What on earth just happened?’
Ken’s mind was completely blank.
Swept up in the flooding light, when I opened my eyes, the Seal Chamber’s door was sealed shut again, and a Gate leading outside had opened beside the First Lord.
Should I exit through there? But the Gate can only let four people through at once—surely we’re not abandoning them and leaving?
As I glanced around anxiously, the First Lord rose from his seat and spoke to me.
“Ken Schmidt. Come here.”
“Ah, yes, sir!”
My rational mind protested vehemently, insisting I shouldn’t bow, shouldn’t obey—but my body moved on its own.
‘I’m not under some kind of spell, am I?’
Doubt consumed my reason, but I couldn’t let it show.
As I shuffled forward awkwardly, the First Lord stared at me intently before speaking calmly.
“You did very well. You didn’t flee and performed your duty admirably—your party will receive appropriate compensation.”
“Um… th-thank you?”
“However, I’ll need you to endure a bit more hardship. Help me recover the Paladin’s corpse and the Flesh Golem.”
“Recover… and what will you use them for?”
The First Lord pointed at the Seal Chamber’s floor with his finger and answered.
“I’ll seal them here.”
‘Seal them? What?’
As I simply stared blankly, the First Lord sighed as if disappointed and added an explanation.
“When the foundation crumbles, the pillars fall and the beams collapse. The Tower is no different. In this Seal Chamber, ‘evil’ must always exist as the cornerstone.”
Was he saying he’d seal the Pantheon’s Paladin here?
And recovering the Flesh Golem too—was he planning to do something similar on Floor 1?
I stammered in horror.
“Even if they are evil god worshippers, that’s too…”
“If the Seal Chamber is empty, neither mana stones nor byproducts are produced properly. Conversely, when powerful ‘evil’ fills the Seal Chamber, the quality of mana stones improves.”
“…That sounds quite excellent!”
If no mana stones drop, that’s a disaster.
Besides, aren’t they both demon worshippers anyway?
Though somewhat uncomfortable with it, I chose pragmatism like a true adventurer.
The First Lord chuckled softly, accepting my answer.
“Right. That’s what you need to do to raise seven younger siblings.”
“Huh? What? Lord, how do you know about my younger siblings…?”
“Then let’s recover the Paladin first.”
“Wait, how do you know about my siblings? Lord? Lord…!?”

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