I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34. How to Seal ‘Evil’
How had Camilia ended up encountering an emergency patch of all things?
To explain the circumstances leading to this situation, I had to rewind approximately three hours.
“Then let’s go back in.”
“Yes, Lord Zehar Al Rashid.”
With Zehar Al Rashid’s permission(?) granted, there was nothing holding us back.
I led both Ken’s elite adventurer party and my own party directly back into the 2nd Floor.
Since it was immediately after the re-sealing, not a single monster was visible inside The Tower.
Even though Ken had received an explanation before entering, he seemed fascinated and kept glancing around.
“I can’t believe there’s truly not a single monster here…”
“We don’t have time. Hurry.”
“Ah, yes.”
Both parties immediately dashed forward.
Ken’s party headed straight to the Seal Chamber since they needed to collect the flesh golem and take it to Floor 1.
Conversely, my party moved in a somewhat roundabout manner to search for the special treasure chest that should be near the Seal Chamber.
Unlike on Floor 1, we had to look around in various places, but we eventually found the treasure chest.
Unlike the crude chest we’d seen on Floor 1, the 2nd Floor’s special treasure chest was adorned with decorations and considerably larger in size.
“Something… it’s quite different from Floor 1.”
Rohengreen Ashen, who rarely spoke unless necessary, even murmured like this.
I answered silently to myself.
‘Of course. It’s an enhanced treasure chest.’
The Dark Tower was a game that guaranteed high risk, high reward.
The Pantheon Party had fought while even forcibly opening the reinforced Seal Chamber with whatever rage they’d brought, so there was no way they’d just hand over the standard rewards.
From an enhanced treasure chest, you could even pull equipment from the floor above.
For same-floor equipment, it guaranteed +1 enhancement.
If you requested consumable items, you’d always get at least two or more.
‘Opening enhanced chests on the Lower Floors, not even the Upper Floors—what a windfall.’
I covered my cheeks with my palms to hide my increasingly rising smile as I sank into pleasant deliberation.
‘What should I pull to be praised for making a good choice?’
Since I’d pulled Disguised Gold from the Floor 1 treasure chest, should I go with the same series on Floor 2?
‘It’s not bad for now. But aside from Disguised Gold, the later-stage efficiency of the Disguised series is all just mediocre.’
Should I fill in what’s lacking from the equipment I obtained from the Pantheon Party?
‘Not really? With legendary-grade equipment, I can manage even with standard gear for the rest.’
I reached a conclusion.
Equipment was a pass.
‘What’s urgent right now… is it gold after all?’
I hadn’t neglected preparations for gold grinding.
I’d already pulled out Disguised Gold and recruited Nashu Shumel to start right away once I broke through to Floor 10.
If I hadn’t suffered consecutive billion-won losses on Floor 2 in addition to Floor 1, I would have done so.
Having experienced it twice already, not just once, I had to assume it would happen a third time.
What if an 8th Floor Necromancer attacks using possession or something similar?
I need to build credit beforehand so I can take out miracle loans.
‘Then it has to be alchemical potions.’
Gold farming required the special ability of Disguised Gold as an essential component.
To activate that ability easily, I needed a special alchemical potion called ‘Hatona’s Mental Concentration Potion’.
I couldn’t obtain it through treasure chests, but I could extract the potion materials instead.
Since the crafting wasn’t difficult, as long as I had the recipe, it was possible to make something reasonably similar without an alchemist.
‘I do need someone with good hands or a companion capable of potion crafting… but if worst comes to worst, I can just hire an outsider.’
Having made my decision, I whispered toward the chest.
“Give me the Lizardman’s silver scales.”
Something clattered as it fell into the chest.
Since Rohengreen Ashen had experienced this before, he opened the chest of his own accord, retrieved the contents, and secured them.
‘I can purchase the remaining special materials or fill them in with general chest loot.’
Calculating my route, I made my declaration.
“We’re going to the Seal Chamber to re-seal ‘Evil’. Let’s move.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Rohengreen Ashen answered respectfully and took the lead.
Since it was a path he’d traveled before, he reached the Seal Chamber without difficulty even without my guidance.
Ken’s party was nowhere to be seen—they’d apparently already descended to Floor 1 after collecting the flesh golem’s corpse.
‘Good.’
There was no benefit in Ken’s party witnessing the re-sealing process.
True to its dark fantasy nature, re-sealing ‘Evil’ came with rather unpleasant visual effects.
‘I wonder if Nashu Shumel will be alright?’
Rohengreen Ashen and Netanel Fragma showed little reaction even in the game, so I could rest easy about them, but Nashu Shumel was experiencing this for the first time, which concerned me.
It was one thing for her to beat down monsters and enemies, but quite another for her superior to extract and utilize the enemy’s very soul.
“Nashu Shumel, come here.”
“Y-yes?”
I pressed a generous handful of candies into the bewildered girl’s hands. Then, with a stern and solemn expression, I spoke.
“During the ritual, turn around and eat these.”
“All of… all of these?”
“You don’t have to eat them all. You can eat as much as you’d like.”
“…?”
Nashu Shumel blinked but nodded obediently.
Once I confirmed the girl had turned around, I signaled to Netanel Fragma.
“The employer does show unexpected sides from time to time, doesn’t she?”
The priest’s face suppressed laughter as he cast a sound-dampening miracle.
I opened my inventory.
It was to retrieve the Paladin’s corpse I’d stored there.
How could I put a corpse in my inventory, you ask? Well, in games like this, the dead are typically treated as items across the board.
‘It’s a bit unsettling, but there’s no helping it.’
She extracted the corpse and laid it on the ground.
The Seal Chamber responded immediately.
[Seal Chamber (2nd Floor)]
-This Seal Chamber is currently empty.
-No active boss effects are present.
-A sealing-eligible ‘evil’ exists.
The system displayed a list window, as if instructing me which evil to seal.
[Darius Grim]
Level: 5
‘A level 5 would make someone a regional powerhouse at minimum, yet I’ve never encountered them before. Why?’
The level 8 Necromancer Alaric Grim who had possessed the Caster was likewise a name I’d never heard.
An NPC of such caliber should have appeared in books or rumors at least once, even if not in the game itself.
‘It’s the same game, yet subtly different….’
It was unsettling, but a problem I could contemplate later.
Camilia took a shallow breath and placed her hand upon the magic circle enveloping the Seal Chamber.
“As your master, I command. Seal Chamber, seal the soul of Darius Grim.”
The magic circle of the Seal Chamber flickered and vibrated violently.
Then, from the paladin’s corpse, a misty, translucent human form emerged.
It was the spirit of Darius Grim, bound to this place after dying in The Tower.
Confused, he looked about before spotting Camilia, his eyes widening in shock.
[You… this wicked creature…!]
Rather than answer, Camilia gestured lightly.
Darius’s spirit began to be pulled toward the Seal Chamber.
[What? How—why am I here… No, no! You cannot bind my soul to this prison!]
Realizing the situation too late, he thrashed, but it was futile.
Even as he was consumed by an invisible force, his spirit glared at Camilia with fierce eyes and cried out.
[Even if you pour your soul into blocking me, how long do you think this tattered prison will hold!? You will fail!]
‘Talkative, truly.’
And who exactly was supposed to fail?
Camilia stared directly at Darius Grim’s spirit and spoke.
“Failure belongs to you and your master. Just as it has for the past thousand years.”
[You, surely you don’t mean the Holy Saint….]
Darius’s panicked words never reached their conclusion.
His spirit was completely sucked into the Seal Chamber.
Camilia checked the system window.
[Seal Chamber (2nd Floor)]
Boss: Fallen Paladin Darius Grim (Level 5)
Boss Effect: Ratman regeneration is enhanced.
‘So Ratmen are harder to kill? This just got more troublesome.’
Still, it was better than nothing.
As I reached to dismiss the system window, it crackled violently as though someone had stirred it, the holographic display distorting with a sharp hiss.
‘What?’
Camilia furrowed her brow.
It had returned to normal in the blink of an eye, but it had definitely wavered just now.
“My lord, is it finished?”
Rohengreen Ashen called out to me cautiously, perhaps noticing I had stood motionless before the Seal Chamber for far too long while lost in thought about what had just occurred.
Realizing my lapse, I quickly composed my expression and replied.
“Yes, it’s done.”
“Then what should we do? Should we open the Seal Chamber again and enter to fight?”
“No, it’s fine. The treasure chest is created through the miasma that flows from the aftermath of the evil being sealed away.”
After opening the treasure chest and recovering the potion materials, all that remained was to return to Floor 1.
I turned away, deliberately suppressing the unease that lingered within me.
“Let’s go. There isn’t much left to do.”

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