I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 242

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 242

The Old Man at the Waste Disposal Site

I walked toward where the sound was coming from.

Overall, it was a place with a subdued atmosphere.

Completely different from Etherapolis beyond, which sparkled thanks to its mana circuits.

“Uwaaahhh!!”

Someone’s scream echoed through that quiet space.

It was a voice that carried age and experience.

“Put your hands up! Can’t you hear me?! Get down on the ground!”

“Are you telling me to put my hands up or get down?!”

“How dare you talk back! You were hiding and sneaking around preparing for a surprise attack, weren’t you!”

“What surprise attack! And this is my house…”

Click!

“Uwahh! A g-gun!”

Cold sweat ran down my back.

No wonder our little friend had been missing since earlier.

It seemed he had gone out on reconnaissance as a scout.

Ellia and Camilla clicked their tongues and shook their heads.

“I told you, Master. That crazy yodeler should be locked in a cage. Madmen should be caged! It’s an innocent tradition passed down for 3,000 years, you know?”

“I agree as well. A mad ghost is scarier than a vengeful ghost.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Uwahh!”

Ellia and Camilla stumbled backward in surprise.

Fortunately, he had just arrived and didn’t seem to have heard.

Kancheo, who had come right up to us, snapped a vigorous salute.

“Sir! Yodel Ranger Vice-Captain Kancheo! Successfully captured a suspect during reconnaissance mission!”

Captured?

There’s no one…

A single rope in Kancheo’s hand.

Following it quickly, I found a grandfather sitting there looking resigned.

“Who are you now? What kind of day is today? Why are there so many visitors?”

“I’m sorry!”

The grandfather looked completely harmless, so I quickly untied him.

A butterfly knot of all things – I taught him how to tie shoelaces and he used it in the wrong place.

The old man stood up and gripped his cane.

“Are you the owner of that crazy raccoon?”

“Hey old man! Watch your words before I break that cane!”

Seira stepped forward and quickly grabbed Kancheo.

After giving her a thumbs up, I spoke.

“That’s right. We were heading to Etherapolis when we heard some noise, so we came to check.”

“Hmm…”

The grandfather looked toward the city and frowned.

“What are you going to that rotten city for?”

“Rotten city?”

“Not physically rotten. Everything else is rotten though. I’d like to stop you, but if you insist on going, be careful. It’s not a normal place. By the way, is that thing the raccoon is holding a gun?”

“Yes. It’s an assault rifle made specifically for that guy.”

“May I take a look?”

“What do you mean look! Guns are precious… Eh?! Where did my gun go?!”

While Kancheo was flustering about.

Momo walked over confidently and held out the assault rifle.

“Momo’s hands are faster than the eye!”

“Oh my, when did this child arrive?”

The grandfather was startled by Mohwang’s sudden appearance.

I hoped it wouldn’t strain his heart.

“Grandfather! Here’s the gun!”

“Yes, yes.”

The grandfather reached out with both hands to receive the gun and looked puzzled.

One hand was holding his cane, so why were both hands free?

“Kancheo! I traded for the gun!”

“Where did you sell my gun and bring back this dying wooden stick?!”

Momo started playing swords, swinging the cane around.

Both Jinhyeok and the grandfather swallowed dryly.

Now I was starting to get a headache.

The grandfather sat down heavily and examined Kancheo’s gun.

“Hmm. This gun is made with very old-fashioned technology.”

“Are there guns here too?”

“There were long ago. Now everything has been replaced with mado-engineering.”

Even while talking, the grandfather skillfully disassembled and reassembled the gun.

His skill level was believable for a former soldier.

“Well, it’s decent for old technology. It’s light for the materials used. I’ve seen enough, take it back.”

As the grandfather returned the gun, Jinhyeok turned his head.

“Wait a moment. I’ll get your cane back.”

“It’s fine. Let him play with it. Canes are everywhere.”

The grandfather picked up an iron rod nearby and stood up.

“What are you doing here?”

The grandfather rummaged in his clothes and pulled out a flashlight.

A flashlight with mana circuits carved into it, emitting blue light.

I heard a clicking sound.

Whoosh!

The entire area within a certain radius was brightly illuminated.

Excellent performance, probably because it was made with mado-engineering.

But the pile of debris revealed before our eyes was too tremendous to be surprised by just a flashlight.

“There are arms and legs piled up!”

Kancheo and Momo backed away in horror.

Jinhyeok approached and examined the debris.

“Are these… dolls?”

They weren’t the usual plastic or wooden dolls I knew.

Though somewhat different, they had skin similar to humans.

If you couldn’t see the seams, you’d really believe they were human.

“That’s right. Things that were used carelessly and then discarded. I was cleaning these up.”

“By yourself, Grandfather?”

“It’s my job.”

“Hmm. They’re all made with mado-engineering?”

Ellia, who had been examining the dolls for a while, looked at the grandfather.

“They’re incredibly elaborate and well-made?”

“You have a good eye. Have you learned mado-engineering?”

“I don’t learn stuff like that. I’m an alchemist.”

For just a moment, the grandfather’s face crumpled harshly.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. A charlatan who bets everything on luck without any principles or logic.”

“Hmm. It’s been a while since I’ve actually met one too. An incompetent engineer who can’t make anything without blueprints, parts, mana, and so on.”

Mockery and criticism poured out like rapid fire, as if prepared in advance.

Sparks flew between Ellia and the grandfather as they stared at each other.

As expected, I hadn’t felt wrong about it.

Ellia’s words about magitech contained clear disgust.

By the way, where did she even hear the term “tech nerd”?

“Hey old man!!”

Kancheo, who had quickly run over, extended his fluffy hand.

“That sharp and keen eye for spotting frauds, I really like it. Running and stealth might be difficult, so I’ll accept you as an honorary Yodel Ranger unit member.”

“I refuse.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

The grandfather clicked his tongue and straightened his back.

“I have work to do, so I’ll be going now.”

“I’d like to hear some stories about the city if possible. I’m looking for something.”

“Sorry, but I’ll have to decline. I’m not interested in whatever you’re looking for. And I especially don’t want to talk about that damn Etherapolis.”

“Then since you were a magitech engineer, could you just take a look at this?”

I took out the unidentified sphere from my inventory.

“Didn’t you hear? Whatever it is, I’m not interested… Uwaaaaaaah!!!”

The grandfather collapsed flat on his back as soon as he saw the sphere.

“Be, Be, Be, Beila’s heart!!!”

“Hey old man. Calm down. You’ll stop your heart at this rate.”

The grandfather walked over in a daze and reached for the sphere.

“You said you weren’t interested, but what a complete turnaround.”

Kancheo grumbled, but it didn’t seem to reach the grandfather’s ears.

The grandfather carefully cradled the sphere with both hands and closed his eyes.

“This can’t be… I thought it had completely disappeared.”

After doing that for a while, the grandfather continued speaking.

“Combat android Beila. The hero who made the current Etherapolis possible. This is the heart that made Beila move.”

Ding!

[The sphere’s identity has been revealed! Recruit the old man who knows Beila better than anyone as a guide!]

[Upon successful recruitment, Mythic Tower Floor 20 ‘Path to Etherapolis’ will be cleared!]

Jinhyeok smiled after checking the message.

“I’m Yoo Jin-hyeok.”

“I’m Ruwolpeu.”

“His name is Rudolf! Must be a reindeer!”

“Are your ears blocked, Momo? He said Wolfgang. It’s steak.”

While Momo and Kancheo argued about who was right.

“Tech nerd old man. So where is this android called Beila? Surely not here?”

Ellia pointed at the wreckage.

“I don’t know if it’s unfortunate or fortunate, but she’s not here. She’s in Etherapolis.”

“Could you possibly guide us there?”

Ruwolpeu stared at Jinhyeok.

“What are you planning to do with this?”

“Well, I came here following the Tower’s guidance. I’ll know for sure once I get there.”

Jinhyeok raised the corners of his mouth while holding the Philosopher’s Stone and Beila’s heart.

“If Beila is the owner of this heart, I think we should return it to her.”

Ruwolpeu’s eyes widened briefly before he shook his head.

“That’s impossible. Beila is branded as the main culprit who started the war and is treated as a killing machine. Etherapolis has her displayed in the plaza with her movements stopped, as if they defeated that killing machine and ended the war. The moment you touch her, you’ll become an enemy of the city.”

Ellia clicked her tongue and let out a deep sigh.

“What a predictable story. Using something as they please when they need it, then discarding it out of fear of its sharpness once their purpose is achieved. The typical pattern of corrupt and rotten beings.”

“It’s shameful, but I can’t refute it.”

As Ruwolpeu closed his eyes in anguish, Jinhyeok spoke up.

“Returning the heart to Beila. If it’s possible, could you guide us there?”

“How could I not want to do that? Beila was created by my master, who was called the greatest magitech engineer of his time. Not only did he put his life’s work into it, but miraculous luck followed in the process to complete her. Having spent decades with me, she’s like a daughter to me. But as I said earlier…”

“It’s possible. We somehow manage to accomplish whatever we set out to do.”

Ruwolpeu’s eyes widened at such a firm answer.

Only about 10 minutes had passed since they met.

Therefore, it was difficult to gauge how strong the Jinhyeok before him was, or how realistic his words were.

As such, refusing would have been the right choice.

The probability of it being a pointless waste of life was high.

But he couldn’t do that.

More precisely, how could he?

When someone was offering to help with something he had given up on, using lack of strength as an excuse.

Ruwolpeu steadied his breathing and nodded.

“Alright.”

He wanted to at least struggle.

Even if it meant sacrificing his remaining life.

Even if it was an endlessly futile and slim chance.

At the entrance of the magitech city Etherapolis.

The guards tilted their heads in confusion.

Ruwolpeu, a resident of Trash Mountain, walking with an unfamiliar man.

A gatekeeper blocked their path.

“Hey, old man Ruwolpeu. What brings you here when you don’t even have citizenship?”

“You haven’t forgotten, have you? Your citizenship will only be restored when all that garbage pile disappears.”

Beep!

“Look at this. The magitech scanner is still showing red. Go back and clean it all up.”

The gatekeepers waved their hands dismissively and laughed.

An impossibly large amount for an old man to clean up alone.

Probably this scanner would never change color until he died… Kwaaaaang!!!!

The dark sky turned bright red.

Beep!

# Magitech engineer Ruvolf Sargee. Citizenship confirmed.

The scanner that had been red changed to a bright green light.

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