I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61. Golden Fleece Trading Company
[The seal on the 5th Floor recovers.]
‘Well, that’s done.’
I let the ensuing cinematic play out without much attention and pushed myself to my feet.
“Everyone did well.”
“Yes, yes!”
“We’re not going to fight the same monsters on the next floor too, are we? I’m starting to get tired of them.”
Nashu Shumel and Netanel Fragma were in perfect condition.
Mina Alkes, on the other hand, was so exhausted she’d transformed into a cat and sprawled across the ground. It was both pitiful and puzzling.
In the game, she hadn’t reacted so intensely to mental magic like that.
I understood once I realized it was because her master Hatona came to mind.
‘Hatona… wasn’t her nickname something like Trauma Generator?’
Hatona was one of the companion characters that appeared in the Golden Age DLC.
Her performance was absolutely incredible, proving that her epithet of “Great Alchemist” was well-deserved.
Her romance and companion storylines were also quite well-crafted.
By the way, “well-crafted” in Dark Tower terms meant ‘spectacularly betrayed the player’s expectations.’
‘She was quite the topic of discussion in the community for a while.’
-I wanted to see the ending of Hatona’s romance, so I went to the strategy bulletin board, but it was filled with screaming. Does anyone know how to access it?
-Hatona…? Hato…AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!
-She planted eggs in me! She planted eggs in me! She planted eggs in me!
-Don’t watch Hatona’s ending at night. Actually, don’t watch it during the day either. Actually, don’t even watch it in your dreams. Just don’t watch it.
-Please don’t join the Hatona faction. Remember this. I wouldn’t even recommend her to my enemies.
-Why are they all just crazy XX’s?
I’d even left a few comments on those scream-filled posts myself.
Mostly informational comments like ‘Allow human experimentation in your territory and sacrifice a few companions as sacrifices for her consciousness, and she’ll date you within a month.’
Just looking at the romance ending conditions, you could tell Hatona was the very essence of dark fantasy.
I might have used her enthusiastically in the game for her excellent performance, but in reality, I had absolutely no desire to make her an ally.
‘If anything, she’s a character I absolutely must eliminate.’
If I don’t make her an ally, she’ll definitely emerge from the enemy faction.
Fortunately, Hatona only appears if certain conditions are met. It wasn’t difficult to predict when she’d show up.
Hatona’s appearance condition was three months after recruiting Mina Alkes as an ally.
By my calculations, I’d inevitably face her during the summer festival.
‘Ideally, she’ll come with the Assassination Unit. Then I can deal with both at once.’
For that, I’d need to level up very seriously.
Hatona was level 7, after all.
I spoke firmly to Mina Alkes, who was now tapping the ground with her tail as if she couldn’t go on anymore.
“Mina Alkes, get up. We still have six floors left.”
“Ugh, uhhhhh…”
Nashu Shumel, who’d been watching her whimper with sympathetic eyes, carefully lifted her up and whispered gently.
“C-crying won’t help. If Lord Camilia t-tells you to do something, you have to do it.”
‘Mm, our Shusu has learned very well.’
Camilia nodded in satisfaction, gently stroking the head of Mina, who had transformed into a cat, before issuing her command.
“Come now, let’s move.”
After that, the party made a complete circuit of the 6th Floor.
They didn’t reseal it, but they returned to the Castle with Mina’s herbal pouch and experience points completely filled to the brim.
‘I wanted to level up if possible, but grinding on regular mobs just isn’t cutting it.’
Instead, I gathered plenty of materials to raise my crafting skills, so it should work out somehow.
The next day, after sleeping despite my exhausted body but waking with a refreshed spirit.
“The Vice-Master of the Golden Fleece Trading Company has arrived.”
Finally, the person I’d been waiting for had come.
The Golden Fleece Trading Company’s initial personnel had arrived in Nidst long ago, established a branch, and were handling City Hall affairs.
However, they could hardly be called core personnel.
They were merely staff from the Trading Company’s branch in a location relatively close to Nidst who had rushed over to lend a hand.
But the Vice-Master who arrived today and those she brought with her were different.
They were genuine experts.
“For a mere merchant to meet the Castle Lord directly—it’s absurd, but… there’s no helping it.”
Even as Zehar Al Rashid expressed his displeasure with a sullen face, Camilia decided to meet them in person.
“We greet the master of Nidst.”
The Vice-Master who entered the Audience Chamber with Netanel Fragma was a tiger-kin.
Camilia was somewhat taken aback.
I’d thought it would be fine since I’d seen them a few times in the game, but facing a walking two-meter tiger in person was far more imposing than I’d anticipated.
The Golden Fox standing beside the tiger smiled brightly and introduced her.
“I’m delighted to introduce Horan to you, my employer. I assure you, you’ll be pleased. My superior’s talents far exceed my own.”
Camilia already knew all of this. However, appearing too knowledgeable wouldn’t be wise, so she accepted his words calmly.
“I see. Is the Vice-Master from Eunwol?”
Vice-Master Horan clasped both hands and bowed respectfully as he answered.
“Yes. My origins lie in Eunwol. However, I’ve spent far more time in the Western lands, so you may consider me a person of this region.”
“Good, Horan. Have you heard why I sought your assistance?”
“I have. And what compensation you’ve promised in return.”
True to a devout follower of the Golden Scale Sect, Horan’s golden eyes gleamed.
“A merchant illuminates profit through fair dealing, not through selfish gain alone. The compensation you’ve placed upon the scales is already substantial, so if there is anything you require, command it freely. I shall do my utmost.”
Camilia glanced up at Zehar Al Rashid.
His previously somewhat displeased expression had softened, suggesting he approved of Horan’s demeanor.
“…It seems conversation with him wouldn’t be amiss.”
With the permission of the castle’s mistress(?) secured, Camilia continued, resting her chin in her hand.
“I possess the means to generate vast quantities of gold. Have you heard of this?”
“Yes. The Trading Company Master informed me.”
Camilia deliberately paused before speaking.
“That means can be tamed, and it can also be bred.”
At those words, Horan’s pupils trembled. Netanel Fragma beside him wore an expression of shock as well.
“Wait, you can actually raise Gold Slimes? They can reproduce?”
That’s right. I know it sounds absurd—breeding monsters like livestock.
But it’s possible.
Because I possess the Monster Farm, that glorious holder of the community’s worst content ranking number one.
I’d never touched it in the game, but now survival demanded I use everything at my disposal. Broken content, failed systems—if it could be weaponized, I would weaponize it.
“It’s not immediately available. I buried the facility deep underground long ago, and I’ll need to reactivate it. There are usage limits as well.”
I could only use it three times a year, and I’d wanted to conserve it, but circumstances left me no choice.
With allies already stretched thin and needing to develop personnel beyond my immediate party, I couldn’t afford to waste time grinding Gold Slimes with their abysmal experience yields.
“But even three uses could generate wealth beyond imagination—riches that would seem impossible even in dreams.”
I studied Horan directly as I posed my question.
“If I gave you that gold, Horan, what could you accomplish? If I tasked you with devising means to make this land flourish with that wealth, what answer would you give me?”

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