I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 177

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 177

On the Way to Find the Black Dragon

[Entering the 12th Floor of the Mythic Tower.]

A beautiful snowstorm mixed with flower petals greeted the party.

‘Nice. Very nice.’

An SSS-grade flower viewing space that only I can enter.

It’s a place that always lifts my spirits whenever I come here.

Of course, that’s not the case for everyone.

“Uuugh!”

“My bones are freezing!”

Camilla and Ellia rushed to the barrier as soon as they entered.

“Momo! Hurry up and come here!”

“Little round one. Come quickly. Hurry.”

Perhaps it was because Momo, who needed to make a campfire for them, wasn’t following.

The two elders called out desperately for Momo.

“I’ll make a campfire for the grandmas and come back!”

“Leave them be. It’s a waste of firewood!”

“No way! They’ll turn into frozen grandmas!”

“Momo, you stay and warm yourself by the campfire too. We’ll go by ourselves.”

“Okay! How about some warm tomato soup when you get back!”

“Perfect.”

I gave her a thumbs up.

I already felt warm just thinking about it.

“Let’s go.”

I followed Dark who took the lead.

Kancheo, as usual, dove into the snow and rummaged around in all directions.

I looked at Seira walking beside me.

Unlike usual, Seira had come in wearing comfortable casual clothes.

Her clothes were so thin that even watching her made me feel cold.

“Aren’t you cold, Seira? You probably aren’t, but you look cold.”

“This much is fine. It’s refreshingly cool.”

“How much cold can you endure?”

“Hmm. Well.”

After thinking for a moment, Seira pointed at Dark.

“I can easily endure at least as much cold as that white-haired ice block. It’s just the right temperature for making shaved ice.”

Dark stopped abruptly and turned around.

Jinhyeok swallowed dryly.

Sorry guys. I said something unnecessary.

“Kek!”

Dark looked Seira up and down and let out his characteristic sneer.

Then he resumed walking as if nothing had happened.

“Master.”

“Yeah?”

“Strangely, whenever I hear that laugh, my hand twitches. Like I want to cut him down immediately.”

“It is an intense laugh. But you started it first, so bear with it.”

“Right. I’ll beat him up again soon anyway.”

After being promoted to Epic, Dark had been picking fights with Seira much more frequently.

If he wasn’t an undead, he probably would have died dozens more times.

“Captain. Captain.”

Kancheo climbed onto my shoulder and lowered his voice.

“Dark gets beaten up every day, so why does he keep picking fights with Seira? Does he like getting hit?”

His voice was so small it tickled my ear.

Since the hierarchy had already been established, he was being very careful.

Jinhyeok smiled.

It was understandable that he’d be puzzled.

Legendary Seira who had broken through level 200, and Dark who had just passed 120 and become Epic.

While level wasn’t everything in determining the outcome of a fight, the difference in their weight class was clear.

To someone who didn’t know better, it would seem like a reckless challenge.

But this challenge had a clear purpose.

“Because he gets stronger.”

I also lowered my voice considerably and whispered.

“Getting beaten up every day makes you stronger?”

“Not everyone would, but Dark does.”

Dark’s stats and unique trait levels rose rapidly with each fight.

Dark knew this too, which is why he kept charging in despite knowing the gap.

It was a growth method that only Dark, who wouldn’t die no matter how injured he got, could use.

Kancheo clenched his fist with an incredibly determined expression.

“Then I’ll start getting beaten up by Seira from today too!”

“You’ll die doing that. Then you won’t be able to manifest for several days.”

“That would be troublesome. I can’t order delivery in my space.”

After pondering, Kancheo snapped his fingers.

“I could ask Momo to hit me. Her chubby bread-man punches don’t hurt at all.”

“If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t be training.”

“That’s true too.”

“Right? Kancheo can get stronger through other methods.”

“Is there something?!”

I took out a box from my inventory.

It was an item I had taken along with two bags from the Seoul Central Hunter Bureau director-level storage.

“It’s a gift.”

“Is it mine again?!”

Kancheo’s eyes sparkled as he perked up his ears excitedly.

Kancheo quickly opened the box.

Inside was a cute little slingshot.

“I know this! I saw it in a comic!”

“Don’t shoot it just anywhere. Despite how it looks, it’s a dangerous weapon.”

I wasn’t just trying to scare him.

It really was dangerous.

[Amplification Artisan Volcanu’s Slingshot / Grade: Legendary / Level Requirement: 100]

# The eccentric artisan Volcanu devoted his entire life to amplifying power.

# His research finally bore fruit.

# Burns all currently possessed mana to amplify the power of whatever is loaded in the slingshot.

# The amplification amount is proportional to the mana consumed.

# Can only amplify things small enough to be loaded on the slingshot string.

“It’s like a special move!”

“Right. It’s like a one-shot kill slingshot.”

A smile appeared on Kancheo’s face.

“It sounds cool!”

“This gets stronger the more total mana you have. So when we get back, let’s ask Ellia to make you some potions.”

Kancheo squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s going to be a painful battle. But I have to use the slingshot the Captain gave me well, so I’ll drink them!”

“Good, good. Let’s get stronger.”

“That’s right! We need to get stronger!”

Maybe it was because his mood had gotten even better on top of already being high-spirited.

Kancheo jumped down and got buried in the snow.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!

Kancheo scurried beneath the snow like a crazy mole.

Occasionally, a “Puhehehehehehe!!” laugh could be heard, which was even a bit scary.

I really did well giving it to him now.

If I had given it together with Momo’s bag, it would have been unmanageable.

“It’s down here.”

Dark, who had stopped walking, pointed below the cliff.

It was so deep that the bottom was pitch black.

In the old days, I would have just jumped down with a whoosh.

“I’ll make stairs for you.”

But now I don’t have to do that.

[Iron Stigma]

Iron weapons extending from the starting point of the cliff, creating stairs.

The more I use it, the more familiar I’m getting with it.

“Then let’s go down… Seira?”

The eyes of Dark, Jinhyeok, and Kancheo stopped on Seira.

For some reason, she was stretching both hands forward.

A brief silence flowed, and Seira slowly withdrew her hands.

Because she had realized.

That there was no longer any need to give princess carries.

Seira closed both eyes.

Was this what it was like?

The bittersweet feeling of a mother bird sending her baby bird away from the nest.

“Kek!”

A mocking laugh that instantly shattered the touching moment.

Her hand went to her sword hilt.

I really should kill that thing.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”

I quickly linked arms with Seira as she was about to draw her sword.

Then I sent Dark and Kancheo down first.

Walking down the stairs side by side, I opened my mouth.

“Thank you, Seira. For fighting with me, protecting me, and even training me every day on top of that.”

“You are my master. It’s only natural.”

Jinhyeok smiled and continued speaking.

“Just wait a little. I’ll get stronger soon and someday I’ll protect you.”

Seira, who had a blank expression for a moment, also smiled.

Someone saying they would protect her.

It was something she rarely heard, so it felt very unfamiliar, but it was words that made her feel very good.

‘I have a feeling it won’t be long.’

Seira’s eyes turned to the weapons extending below.

Berid Winsor’s ability, Iron Stigma.

No matter how incredible the skill itself was, how much it could be utilized depended entirely on the user’s capability.

But to already handle it so freely.

It wasn’t just that his awakening ability was outstanding.

His talent had also far exceeded an excellent level.

‘Truly a master who brings joy to teaching.’

Black Knight Order leader Seira Kinketon slowly nodded her head.

She was already starting to feel excited.

At the same time, she couldn’t gauge it.

Jinhyeok, who absorbed everything indiscriminately.

Just how much stronger would he become?

“We’ve arrived. It’s inside this cave.”

Dark, who had gone down first, nodded his head.

A place from which an ominous aura somehow flowed out.

Jinhyeok took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He could only hope.

That there would be traces of the black dragon inside.

Deep inside the cave.

‘Oh man.’

Jinhyeok held his forehead.

Enormous footprints stamped on the ground.

They were bigger than a truck weighing dozens of tons.

“Even seeing it again, it’s damn huge.”

Dark whistled and made an incredulous expression.

Kancheo swallowed dry saliva while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Just the length of the footprint must be over 100 yodel-meters.”

That roughly meant the length of 100 Kancheos.

It was definitely an enormous size, but why was it?

The reason it felt somewhat trivial and cute.

“Let’s look around once. There might be something the black dragon left behind.”

Jinhyeok and his friends scattered in all directions from the center of the chamber.

Jinhyeok, who had been carefully examining the ground, raised his head.

The ceiling that was now covered with ice.

According to Dark, it used to be wide open in the past.

‘It must have entered through there. But why did it come to this ice region of all places? It’s not even an ice dragon.’

While he was thoroughly searching.

He felt a strange reaction from his bag.

It was the horn he had brought from Maredo’s chamber.

He tilted his head.

Why now?

Swoooooosh…!

The moment he formed a question mark, black smoke poured out just like last time.

A memory from sometime past that the horn’s owner possessed.

The owner of the memory was moving quickly today as well, fighting someone.

However.

‘Huh?’

The opponent was different from last time.

An existence roaring fiercely from the front.

It was a dragon so massive it looked like a mountain.

He couldn’t tell if it was the black dragon Drakan he was looking for.

But regardless, it was an amazing sight.

Dragons had been described as beings close to calamities since ancient times.

This was because the power each individual possessed was terrifyingly strong.

The owner of the memory was having a one-on-one confrontation with such a calamity.

Countless exchanges passed before his eyes.

‘Holy shit.’

Even though it was a scene drawn by smoke, sweat began to seep from his hands.

When you think of fighting a dragon, there’s typically one scene that comes to mind.

Arrows, magic, cannons – countless ranged attacks pouring down from afar.

The reason people generally think of this is simple.

Dragons are inherently too dangerous to approach closely.

But the owner of this memory was the opposite.

They didn’t shoot guns or use magic.

They simply approached, struck, dodged, and struck again, continuing the fight in this manner.

Kuuuuuuu…!

Before long, the battle ended in an unexpected direction.

The dragon seized a momentary opening and soared into the sky.

Just when it seemed like it might unleash its breath attack, the dragon turned and quickly glided away, disappearing from sight.

‘Huh?’

It was a moment of bewilderment.

The dragon had fled.

Rustle.

Perhaps because the fight was over.

The smoke that had been depicting the battle scattered.

Jinhyeok, who had been standing there dazed for a moment, turned around.

Now he thought he understood.

The reason the dragon had come to this frozen land.

‘It had fled here.’

At the same time, a smile formed on his face.

The owner of the memory who had contact with the dragon.

This might mean.

He could find the dragon more easily than expected.

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