The Legendary Regressor Devours the Tower - Chapter 37

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Episode 37
Bonus Points awarded.
As the situation unfolded so smoothly, the corners of Seong Woon’s mouth lifted.
—You’re actually going to kill him?
—As expected from Kill You Seong!
—Kill You! I’m all for it!
At that moment, noticing the chat window beside him, Seong Woon let out a hollow laugh.
‘Kill You, huh.’
Apparently it was the nickname he’d picked up after eliminating Dante, Arth’s lackey, on the second floor.
The creativity was utterly lacking.
Either way, now wasn’t the time to worry about such things.
“What’s the price?”
“Pardon?”
“Unless there’s compensation, I won’t be helping you, will I?”
To be honest, Seong Woon couldn’t bring himself to view Lutart kindly.
The NPC had a habit of grating on the climbers’ nerves with his whining.
And he was proving incompetent—barely managing to reduce the Lizardman numbers before trying to push forward to the next area.
He was an NPC branded as disagreeable by most of the climbers.
“Come now, a man of your skill can’t manage even this one thing?”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t you know that the strong must embrace the weak?”
Seong Woon’s expression turned incredulous at such brazen presumption.
The chat was spamming for him to just kill the man, but to achieve an EX Grade, he needed to acquire the item Lutart possessed.
Only then could he obtain Bonus Points and advance to the next stage.
So there was zero chance he’d let Lutart go.
“At least keep your bullshit reasonable if you want anyone to listen.”
Seong Woon drew his sword slowly.
A piercing gaze swept across Lutart’s entire body, and the man’s frame began to tremble.
The blade’s tip moved gradually toward Lutart’s neck.
“W-what are you doing?!”
“I find your voice grating, so I’m just going to kill you and be on my way.”
“N-no, that’s enough! You don’t have to help—just go on ahead!”
Lutart tried to back away, his face drained of color, but Seong Woon pressed closer with his blade, intensifying the pressure.
“I’m afraid that won’t work. I’ve already decided to kill you.”
The viewers erupted in cheers, chanting “Kill You” over and over.
When the sharp point touched his skin, Lutart felt goosebumps erupt across his entire body.
Realizing which answer might let him survive, he broke into tears and began begging for his life.
“P-please…… spare me…….”
“You want to live?”
Fearing that Seong Woon might change his mind, Lutart nodded frantically.
“Then you’ll have to pay the price.”
“P-price?”
“Yes. Compensation for your life.”
Seong Woon stood ready to sever Lutart’s neck at any moment.
“A-all right! I’ll give it to you!”
At those words, the killing intent radiating from Seong Woon ceased abruptly, and silence fell.
“What can you offer?”
“That is…….”
Lutart faltered.
Though he’d said he’d offer something, honestly he didn’t want to give up anything he possessed.
“Forget it. Let’s just call this whole thing off.”
Seong Woon sighed deeply, as if bored.
Once again, murderous intent poured forth, and the blade began to swing—
“W-wait, just take anything! Please!”
Lutart cried out desperately, and the sword halted at his neck.
“This is your last chance.”
With that warning, Seong Woon fully sheathed his blade.
The shock that he’d almost been beheaded left Lutart trembling as he collapsed to the ground.
He felt a slight dampness below—he’d wet himself from the terror.
Seong Woon didn’t spare him so much as a glance.
[Bonus Points have been added.]
Because he’d secured a promise from Lutart, the Bonus Points were being awarded one more time.
‘Well done, sure enough. But still… a pity. A selfish bastard like that deserves to have his throat slit.’
Leonis couldn’t hide his satisfaction, though regret flickered across his face.
‘If you did that, the Clear evaluation score would plummet.’
Unlike Dante on the second floor, Lutart was a pure NPC.
The moment his life was taken, the EX Grade rating would slip away.
‘Tch. If he weren’t an NPC, he’d have died ten times over by now.’
‘That’s true.’
Lutart was the type who branded himself as weak, then forced others to extend their compassion as a debt owed.
Most would say kindness should be given freely—yet when someone demands it like a birthright, doesn’t anyone’s eye twitch?
At least Seong Woon and Leonis saw eye to eye on that.
“A-are you taking it now, sir?”
Thoroughly intimidated by Seong Woon’s threat, Lutart sheathed his blade but still couldn’t stop stealing nervous glances.
“For a guy like you, I’d rather collect up front. Lead the way.”
“Understood……”
He tried his best to muster a pitiful expression, but it did nothing to sway Seong Woon.
“Walk faster.”
“Y-yes……”
* * *
The temperature in the Desert had to be pushing eighty to ninety degrees at least.
The scorching air mixed with the fierce heat rising from beneath the sand, maintaining that extreme temperature.
Seong Woon possessed an Attribute Resistance Skill, and by consuming Lizardman Essence, his flame resistance had been boosted by an additional thirty percent.
Although he’d endured the lava using the Mystic Shield, if his base resistance had been weaker, even the shield wouldn’t have spared him considerable suffering.
Thus, this level of heat was no more than stepping into a sauna for Seong Woon.
Unaware of this, Lutart was burning up inside.
‘Damn it, why is he holding up so well?’
The Waboron Tribe.
Unlike humans, they could survive for extended periods without consuming water, and could easily adapt to any environment they found themselves in.
‘That’s strange. Usually Tower Climbers struggle out here.’
Deliberately, Lutart started circling through the Desert, dragging out the journey however he could.
His plan was to bleed the climber’s stamina through prolonged heat exposure, then signal his allies to finish him off.
Yet the Tower Climber following behind showed no sign of exertion whatsoever.
“You certainly do enjoy a long walk?”
Even smiling with that damned amusement made goosebumps crawl across his entire body.
If this scheme was discovered, he’d lose his life to that cursed bastard’s blade.
What’s more, he’d been sending SOS signals constantly—and no one was answering.
‘Lutart, you need to head to the Village.’
‘Why so suddenly? Has a Tower Climber appeared to rescue us?’
‘Just go check it out!’
‘Damn it… Yes, incompetent as I am, I’ll go look.’
‘Watch your tone… and be careful not to irritate them.’
Damn them all, those worthless dogs.
They’re watching, so help me out!
How the hell is a psychopath waving a sword around supposed to become my benefactor?!
Despite his desperate inner pleas, the Village responded only with silence.
“J-just a little further, and we’ll be there.”
Against his true feelings, Lutart forced out a nervous smile and pointed ahead with his finger.
It was a sand dune rising from the Desert.
“Hmm? That’s odd. All this way out, and I heard a commotion back in the Village?”
“That’s characteristic of the Waboron Tribe! The reason is our highly developed hearing.”
Crack!
“Urgh!”
In an instant, impact slammed his thigh, and his leg buckled beneath him—he collapsed to the sand.
“Ahhhhh…!”
Then came the searing pain radiating from his thigh as Lutart screamed and rolled across the ground.
His mind was spinning.
How had he even struck—why was his entire body trembling?
The pain was unbearable, leaving him no choice but to writhe.
“Attempting excuses that won’t hold up will only get you hurt.”
The Tower Climber was far from finished. He seized Lutart by the hair with one hand and pressed a dagger against the base of his neck.
“Ugh… I-I’m sorry… Please, just this once, forgive me….”
Pain radiating from his legs mingled with the terror of death, and tears and mucus streamed down his face unbidden.
“Guide me.”
“Y-yes….”
* * *
The pain must have been considerable, for Lutart abandoned all resistance and led Seong Woon to the Village where the Waboron Tribe made their home.
‘Right on.’
There, visible in the distance, lay a small Lake.
Under normal circumstances, one could quickly spot the Village—positioned at a slight remove from that Lake’s vicinity if one began from there.
Yet Lutart steered not toward the Village proper, but in the opposite direction, toward a hillside that lay beyond the Lake.
“Why are you heading that way?”
Seong Woon fixed Lutart with a piercing stare, and the man flinched, hurrying to explain himself.
“I’ve hidden something separately!”
“Hidden something separately?”
“Yes….”
Nodding with visible dread, Lutart’s demeanor softened Seong Woon’s gaze. So that was it—the fool needed a beating to talk sense.
Violence was the only language creatures like him understood.
“Then take it all out. And know this—if you’ve hidden even one thing, I’ll know about it.”
“Y-yes… of course.”
Lutart crested the hillside, halted at a particular spot, and began frantically digging into the sand.
Seong Woon stood watching, arms folded, and exhaled slowly as he noticed Lutart’s face draining of color.
Something had gone wrong. That much was plain.
And his instinct proved exactly right.
“What? There’s nothing here?!”
Lutart shrieked, his voice breaking with panic.
He scrambled toward Seong Woon, dropped to his knees, and pressed his forehead to the ground.
“Forgive me. All the treasures I possessed have been stolen….”
“You’re not mistaken about the location?”
“No. That’s impossible. We Waboron Tribe members always leave markers for ourselves to identify our caches.”
The Chronicle says otherwise.
According to its account: from NPC Lutart, obtain an item.
Of course, since items could only be obtained upon the first entry, detailed information remained unknown to him.
‘Damn. If I knew anything about this, I could at least help.’
Leonis muttered in frustration.
He, after all, was a Tower Climber who had ascended the Tower far earlier than Seong Woon.
Yet the Tower of Ruin that Seong Woon now climbed was not the same Tower that Leonis had once scaled.
The tasks of floors 1–29 held nothing in common, and even the races beyond floor 30 differed greatly, save for the highest level.
Help, though desired, could not be given.
‘It’s fine.’
While it was frustrating that matters weren’t unfolding smoothly, the possibility of discovery was not yet zero.
The items placed on each floor could not leave a certain range.
In other words, whoever stole them could not have taken them beyond floor 6.
‘The real question is: who took them?’
The first suspect was someone like Dante—a henchman of Arth, whom he had eliminated on floor 2.
[The Iron Will Arth begins to perceive your existence.]
Thus he had inadvertently revealed himself to Arth.
Arth would now be aware that Seong Woon had begun climbing.
Yet Seong Woon hesitated to confirm Arth as the culprit, for one crucial reason: Arth did not know about the items positioned throughout the Tower.
Without that knowledge, Arth couldn’t easily mount interference. It was premature to jump to conclusions.
‘It might simply be that the difficulty has increased.’
As one climbed toward the upper limits, the terrain had shifted.
Perhaps the items held by NPCs had also been adjusted, making them harder to obtain?
In fact, that latter possibility seemed more likely.
“Um….”
When Seong Woon fell silent and still, Lutart finally gathered the courage to raise his head.
“What is it.”
“There is… a way to find them.”
“There is?”
“Yes…. I was careful enough to leave marks on all my possessions, just in case.”
“You’re sure about this?”
Shwing—
As Seong Woon drew his sword again, Lutart’s forehead struck the ground once more.
“Yes! I’ll definitely find it!”
“Okay, then move to the side.”
“Huh?”
Lutart lifted his head, his expression a question mark.
“Turn around.”
At those words, his head swiveled reflexively, and he understood what Seong Woon meant.
A massive centipede-like creature was bearing down on them with alarming speed.
“What—what is that?!”
Lutart yelped and scrambled behind Seong Woon, cowering.
“So the difficulty does scale up after all.”
Understanding the situation from Lutart’s reaction, Seong Woon stepped forward.
An Unprecedented Returnee Devours the Tower (Serialized)
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