I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 42

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 042

What It Means to Be Immortal

[Exiting the 3rd Floor of the Mythic Tower!]

Dark, who had returned to the hill, stretched with a refreshed expression.

“Much better.”

Jinhyeok stared intently at Dark.

Just moments ago, an incredible sight had unfolded before his eyes.

All that Thousand-Year Ice Prison being absorbed into one person’s body.

Swoosh.

Jinhyeok reached out and pressed various parts of Dark’s body.

He wondered if Dark had become an ice human, but for now, no particular changes were visible.

Dark, who had drawn a smile, stepped back a few paces.

Dark summoned the Eternal Cold Iron and lightly swung it from top to bottom.

And the moment the chain’s end touched the ground.

Crrrrrack!!

Enormous ice erupted forth.

Ice that instantly dropped the surrounding temperature.

This must be the cold of a thousand years.

“Ah.”

Then Jinhyeok, realizing something, looked down at the bottom of the hill.

Even though it was the old town, not all the lights had gone out yet.

Snap.

Dark snapped his fingers before being asked to release it.

With a scattering sound, the ice that had swallowed the ground crumbled into pieces.

Rustle.

Ice fragments shattered into tiny pieces and scattered through the air.

He touched his face at the cool sensation brushing his cheek.

This summer might not need air conditioning.

Step.

Dark, having put away the Eternal Cold Iron, approached Jinhyeok.

“I express my gratitude to my master. Thanks to you, my dissatisfaction has completely disappeared.”

“Dark’s power increase is the same as my power increase.”

“You’re becoming a master I like more and more. I look forward to future battlefields.”

While Dark chuckled.

Jinhyeok checked his status window.

There was still more to do.

First, using the Blank Card – True.

“I’m thinking of inscribing Dark’s chain combat on this blank card. What do you two think?”

Every time he climbed the tower, Jinhyeok had observed Seira and Dark’s combat.

He wanted to capture in his eyes how these two masters of close combat moved their bodies and made decisions at each moment.

Dark, who handled the long-reach Eternal Cold Iron freely and engaged in flashy yet stylish combat.

Watching him, Jinhyeok had thought.

If he could handle that chain in addition to the sword, he could face enemies of almost any style.

Seira was the first to speak.

“A crude fighting style with no justice, no formality, no set movements.”

Just when it seemed another argument would start, Seira continued.

“But he was the most troublesome human to face. Water and fire cannot mix, but if mixing were possible, nothing would be better. You could take all the advantages of both.”

“Did you hear that?”

Dark, with a raised corner of his mouth, put his arm around him.

“Stop that boring, yawn-inducing swordsmanship and let’s go with something exciting. I’ll teach you well.”

“Wasn’t it you who fell to that boring, yawn-inducing thing?”

Jinhyeok shook his head back and forth.

Somehow he thought it was flowing warmly.

“I can’t stop sword training until the day I beat Seira.”

“Are you saying you’ll do it forever?”

He made a “ugh” expression at Dark’s cutting remark.

The meaning that he would continue without stopping seemed to be well conveyed.

“From now on, I’ll train in both sword and chain.”

Perhaps because he said it so confidently.

Seira and Dark quietly looked at Jinhyeok.

Eyes mixed half with worry and half with expectation.

“Master, aren’t you pushing yourself too hard?”

“You might die at this rate.”

Jinhyeok waved his finger at the two who each threw out a comment.

“You both underestimate me too much. I’m not the old me.”

To be honest, he was extremely worried.

Sword training alone was overwhelming, and now he had to do chain training too.

But what could he do? He wanted to get stronger quickly.

[Using Blank Card – True on the Immortal Dark Castro!]

[Inscribing Dark Castro’s unique passive skill, Chain Combat!]

Light emanated from Dark’s body and settled into Jinhyeok.

The chain movements he had only seen with his eyes seeped into his head and body.

Fortunately, Chain Combat had no stages like basic or beginner.

‘The remaining blank cards are.’

[Using Blank Card on Black Knight Order Captain Seira Kinketon! One of the skills the current player can learn will be randomly inscribed!]

Ding!

[You have acquired Seira Kinketon’s skill ‘Nazeber-style Quick Draw’!]

Jinhyeok, having used all the blank cards, smiled.

He was certain.

Today he had taken another step forward.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

At the endlessly ringing notification sounds.

“Damn it!!”

Jo Gang-tae slammed down on his keyboard.

Tower Site was burning hotter than usual.

It was because of the Pantheon record update that had just been posted.

It was the 30th floor where Orc Raiders had appeared, no less.

The difficulty must have increased at least four to five times compared to a normal 30th floor.

A runner who didn’t know this extent had finished it in just 11 minutes.

Grind.

Jo Gang-tae gritted his teeth.

He wasn’t angry simply because the runner had set another record.

The aftermath was causing the comment section of his previously posted article to explode.

@ He caught what Jo Gang-tae couldn’t catch, huh?

@ Jo Gang-tae took 40 minutes even without raiders, but the runner hit 11 minutes even with raiders? Isn’t this just the runner being way stronger than Jo Gang-tae?

@ It was just attention-seeking bastard’s struggle from the start lol He got butthurt because the attention focused on him moved to the runner.

@ He acted all tough guy but turned out to be a pathetic bastard.

@ I heard from Jo Gang-tae’s friend that the Hunter Bureau also withdrew their promise to give him a bag?

“Which bastard again…!”

He leaned back in his chair with his forehead burning hot.

Nothing goes right from start to finish.

“By the way, who is this bastard? I really want to kill him.”

Jo Gang-tae bit his nails as he stared at a nickname in the comment section.

The nickname: Fart Corner Yeopo.

This was the guy who had posted about the radar last time, ruining the atmosphere Jo Gang-tae had carefully built up.

The bastard had appeared again, pouring out all kinds of mockery and curses.

Jo Gang-tae crushed the mouse he was holding in his boiling rage.

“This bastard… if I catch him, I’ll really kill him.”

And beyond the nickname Fart Corner Yeopo.

“Write: ‘I hope you stop staring at flying Runners and focus on your original role of climbing the Tower ^^’ No wait, you need to add laughing emojis at the end. That’ll make him angrier.”

Yun Mi-ri made a disgusted expression at the endless demands.

“Team Leader. Do you have a grudge against Player Jo Gang-tae? Why are you tormenting him like this?”

“Just write it first.”

Jin Yun-ho blew cigarette smoke into the air.

Then he frowned deeply.

That whining bastard Jo Gang-tae – he wanted to go find him and beat the crap out of him.

He had wanted to divert some attention away from Yoo Jin-hyeok, but instead of helping, the guy posted that kind of crap.

Click.

Yun Mi-ri, who had posted the comment, turned her chair around.

“Team Leader. I think you’re better at writing malicious comments than me now, so do it yourself.”

Jin Yun-ho had initially posted comments with a strong “I’m an old man!” vibe.

Yun Mi-ri had helped him out because she couldn’t stand watching, but thanks to intensively going after Jo Gang-tae, his malicious commenting skills had become quite sharp.

“Well, after doing this much, Player Jo Gang-tae will probably stop, right? He already posted for nothing and got completely humiliated without gaining anything.”

“If he’s human, he should.”

“Still, it does feel satisfying. My colleague from the Support Team often complained about wanting to tear Jo Gang-tae apart.”

Yun Mi-ri looked relieved.

Nobody at the Hunter Bureau liked Jo Gang-tae to begin with.

He constantly whined for items as a basic routine, and would act like a spoiled brat threatening to defect at the drop of a hat – there was no way to like him.

“Haah.”

Jin Yun-ho leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back.

‘Just disappear now, Gang-tae.’

He sincerely and desperately hoped.

He hoped that the pest Jo Gang-tae would stay away from their precious Runner.

And making Jin Yun-ho’s wish seem futile.

Ring ring ring ring ring.

Jo Gang-tae’s phone, who had been fuming at home, began to ring.

Late at night, at Old Town Hill.

Thud.

Jinhyeok’s body collapsed like a paper doll.

“Master. I’ll head back first. Kancheo apparently ordered chicken.”

“Yeah… bye bye. Enjoy your meal.”

Jinhyeok waved his hand lightly.

Seira, who had just finished thoroughly beating up her master, was returning to the officetel to devour chicken.

Watching her figure coldly disappearing, he rubbed his aching shoulder.

A dark shadow approached Jinhyeok.

“Get up. We need to continue.”

He squeezed his eyes shut.

The tough guy who had boldly said they could learn together was no more.

There was only one pitiful chick, exhausted and wanting to fall asleep right there.

But since there was work to be done, he shakily got up.

“She really worked you over. Truly a scary woman.”

Dark held something out.

Two kudzu vines from who knows where.

“Wrap them around like my Eternal Chain.”

Perhaps because he had just learned chain combat, it wasn’t difficult.

Following his instincts, he swung his arms a couple times and the vines coiled around.

“Oho. Truly an absurd ability.”

A familiar sensation despite it being his first time.

Jinhyeok, who had been swinging the vines around, opened his mouth.

“Dark. This is kind of a random question, but.”

“Mm?”

“What does it feel like to not age, to not die?”

“Are you stalling for time because you don’t want to train?”

“That purpose isn’t entirely absent.”

Jinhyeok took out a box from his inventory.

The Strange Potion Crafting Box with one last use remaining.

He had been wondering what to make, but recently made up his mind.

Since he could only use it once anyway, he’d try making something that didn’t exist in the world.

That’s how he came up with the story of Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s elixir of immortality.

“What it feels like.”

Dark, who had let out a low hum, shrugged his shoulders.

“Too much time has passed for me to feel anything about not dying. It’s become too natural and I’ve grown numb to it.”

“I can understand that.”

“However, one thing is certain. It’s not entirely good.”

Dark crossed his arms and leaned against a rock.

Dark wore a strange smile.

“Having to watch the deaths of family and friends, continuing to live in a world where everyone who knew me has disappeared – it’s not exactly pleasant.”

It was the first time as far as Jinhyeok knew.

That Dark had made such an expression.

A smile that seemed refreshing yet somehow sad.

Dark, who had been staring intently at Jinhyeok, opened his mouth.

“Still, if possible, I’d like Master to become immortal.”

“Why?”

Dark, who had drawn a meaningful smile, wiggled his finger.

“Get up. Rest time is over.”

“Ugh.”

The immortal Dalk Castro didn’t bother to say it.

That he hoped the connection formed after hundreds of years would continue.

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