I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43. A Midnight Visitor
Just as I had anticipated, Vlad de Vil’s personal story diverged significantly from the account recorded in the character compendium.
This too was filled with entirely new content I had never encountered before.
[Father, tool craftsman, leader of the Assassination Unit… Whatever one called that repugnant ‘man’, he would always tell Vlad de Vil:
“You are the finest assassination tool I have ever created.”
Each time, Vlad would think to himself:
‘A tool wouldn’t desire to kill its master.’
Though he inherited the de Vil name, his father treated him as nothing more than an experiment.
Those who cared for him viewed him the same way.
And his mother? Oh, calling ‘that woman’ his mother would be an insult to her very existence…
There were no people around Vlad. Only repulsive monsters wearing human skin.
But there was a cat. A small calico with soft fur. It was the only warmth he possessed.
“Let’s run away, Vlad!”
And so Vlad could not bring himself to refuse the cat’s plea as it gripped his hand tightly.
Though knowing tragedy would find them, the boy clutched the cat to his chest and fled into the darkness of the Underground Kingdom.
And….]
[Story 2: Unlocks when Vlad de Vil’s affection reaches 50 or higher.]
[Story 3: Unlocks upon progressing Vlad de Vil’s personal Quest.]
[Story 4: Unlocks upon progressing Vlad de Vil’s personal Quest.]
Vlad de Vil’s personal story was even more frustrating than expected.
This wasn’t some serialized web novel—cutting off at “And….” felt like a cruel joke.
‘In any case, the two of them did escape together hand in hand, didn’t they?’
If that were true, then my suspicion that Mina had been severely injured and abandoned during the festival by the Assassination Unit was highly probable.
If Vlad had been dragged away by the Assassination Unit’s hands at that time, I could vaguely understand why the tender bond between them had vanished as if it never existed.
After all, the Assassination Unit had NPCs capable of manipulating memories at will.
‘So it really was a high-tier item summon event, wasn’t it? And specifically tailored for a Mind Sorcerer.’
I suppressed the urge to throw my hands up in celebration and rose from my seat.
There was an urgent matter I needed to address before facing the Assassination Unit at the festival.
“What brings you to my bedroom at this hour, Vlad?”
I needed to resolve this through conversation rather than violence with the boy standing silently in the darkness, watching me intently.
The boy was remarkably composed for a midnight visitor.
“Wouldn’t a lord need a reason to employ an assassin?”
Having abandoned even his awkward formality, he continued with an expressionless face:
“Hiring an assassin means you intend to use one.”
‘When did I ever?’
It was an absurd misunderstanding, but from Vlad’s perspective, it made perfect sense.
A malevolent sorcerer lord known as the Millennium Mage would venture to the slums just to recruit a charlatan alchemist making fake hair-growth tonics?
No one would believe that.
On the other hand, the story that the child of the Assassination Unit’s leader had hidden themselves in my domain, and I had discovered and been watching them, so I pretended to target the alchemist to recruit them—that sounded far more plausible and natural to anyone’s ears.
‘…Damn it. Even the lord’s notorious reputation has its drawbacks.’
It was frustrating, but what could I do? I cast a safety spell first.
‘Mind Reading.’
Vlad’s mental wavelength came through, feeling somewhat dull—whether the spell had taken properly or not.
【Why are you stalling? I’m sleepy…】
‘Ha, you leave people hanging and then get drowsy? Fine, let me wake you right up.’
I opened my mouth, hoping my Charm stat of 18 would work its magic.
“Son of Dracul de Vil and Bastes, the masterpiece of the de Vil family, the ring finger of the ‘Hand of Death’ who leads the Assassination Unit….”
I paused mid-sentence and offered a meaningful smile.
“Is that all you are, Vlad de Vil? Do you want me to judge and define you by your status and bloodline?”
“…What do you mean?”
“Young vampire, I’ve been watching you and the alchemist far longer than you think. Even if I don’t know what you truly desire, I’ve observed long enough to know it isn’t the life you had before.”
Vlad responded with a scoff.
“So don’t live like my parents? Become a good boy instead?”
“Your future isn’t for me to decide—it’s yours. I have no intention of forcing anything upon you.”
“Then why did you hire me?”
“Because I hoped you wouldn’t become like your parents.”
“You could use me in the Tower, right? It seemed like you needed a lot of humans to bring there.”
I thought he was just quietly eating sausages, but apparently he’d gathered quite a bit of information in that short time.
It was impressive, but my answer remained unchanged.
“I don’t need you for that either.”
I meant it sincerely.
While I coveted Vlad’s crafting ability, I had no intention of making him a companion for conquering the Tower.
Unlike my other ally characters who had been tested through countless builds all night long, Vlad lacked sufficient data.
There was a real possibility he’d be unreliable—the way NPC characters who were formidable enemies became weak once recruited as allies.
‘And his loyalty is at -100, no less.’
His favorability had risen by 5 just now, bringing it to -30.
Taking him to the Tower would obviously mean he wouldn’t listen to orders. Companion, my foot.
【…You really don’t need me? You’re lying.】
But Vlad, unconvinced, pressed the matter as if testing me.
“A lord like you will eventually need to kill people. You won’t say you don’t need me then either?”
“Why would I bother using you? I have several loyal subordinates, and they’re far stronger than you.”
Vlad bristled at my words, responding with a provocative tone.
“Liar. The only one in this castle stronger than me is the Priest.”
‘He’s even figured out the levels? This kid really isn’t ordinary.’
But I wasn’t joking or bluffing.
Dark Tower wasn’t a game where level differences were absolute.
Just as I’d managed to defeat an 8-level Necromancer despite their possession gambit, with proper strategy and tactics, any level gap could be overcome.
‘Don’t underestimate veterans, kid. Unless it’s assassination, if we fought head-on, you think I couldn’t take you down? I could do it with just Shusu.’
As I was grumbling internally, a brilliant idea suddenly struck me.
An idea that would both deflate Vlad’s arrogance and allow me to gain something in return.
Camilia tapped the boy’s forehead with her finger, her expression still brimming with skepticism.
“If you’re so confident, would you care to test yourself against one of my knights?”
“You mean fight the Knight Commander?”
“Hardly. Pitting a fully grown adult against an underdeveloped child would be cowardly. A prospective knight on the verge of receiving his title should be more suited to your level.”
Rohengreen would be at a disadvantage against you due to elemental compatibility.
It has to be Nashu.
Camilia smiled with deliberate provocation as the thought crossed her mind.
“If you defeat that boy, I’ll overlook what happened tonight. And if you demonstrate sufficient skill… yes, I might even release the alchemist as you wish.”
Then she whispered softly.
“Will you do it?”

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