<The Han Namja's Tower Strategy: Chapter 30>
The mission to conquer each floor of every tower in the world is the same.
The environments and monster types are identical.
The 50th floor of the Black Tower features flying monsters.
From the 56th to the 60th floor, five types of attribute-based wyverns appear.
Wyverns.
Degraded descendants of dragons.
Self-proclaimed rulers of the skies who feast on ogres.
The Earth Wyvern with brute strength and defense, the Flame Wyvern with fiery breath, the Frost Wyvern with freezing mist, the Thunder Wyvern crackling with electricity, and the Venom Wyvern dripping with poison.
The 57th floor, where Yoo Cheol-min entered from the broadcasting studio, housed the Flame Wyvern.
[Entering the 57th floor of Japan's Black Tower.]
[Your physical abilities have been enhanced to match your level.]
[Traits and combat skills are now available.]
"Been a while since I last came here."
With experience, Level 66 stats, diverse equipment, and countless skills—
this mission was impossible to fail even if he tried.
[57th Floor Mission: Eliminate 15 Flame Wyverns.]
[Time Limit: 14 hours.]
[Failure Conditions: Death or mission abandonment.]
The challenge began.
Rugged mountain terrain.
Wyverns clustered densely around towering peaks.
One rule applied when dealing with flying monsters:
You can't fight midair. Drag them down first.
Magic and ranged attackers held the advantage here.
But melee fighters?
What could they do?
Bring a compact crossbow or pistol that passed inventory checks.
But if your ranged skills were sloppy and two wyverns aggroed at once?
No choice.
Run.
Tower conquests were solo endeavors—maintaining 1v1 situations was paramount.
The hunt started.
Yoo Cheol-min drew his bow, targeting an isolated wyvern.
Thwip!
"Kreee!"
A milky translucent magic arrow pierced the Flame Wyvern's underbelly.
"Got you."
He stood motionless as the wyvern descended, relentlessly firing arrows.
An archer-class player would've scrambled to maintain distance, but...
"I'm an all-weapon user."
If the gap closed, swapping to melee weapons for slashing or stabbing sufficed.
"Piece of cake."
Thwipthwipthwipthwip!
Activating rapid fire, he bombarded the wyvern.
Dozens of magic arrows concentrated on a single target.
With critical hits, it might die before landing.
But...
'Hmm.'
Odd.
Not a single critical hit triggered.
'Should've landed at least one by now.'
Worse—
Ping!
A deflected arrow struck another wyvern in the distance.
"Tch."
Aggro.
Now two wyverns descended instead of one.
The first was nearly grounded.
"Phew."
No choice.
Handle both.
At Level 66, two were manageable—three if pushed.
Weapon swap.
Bow stored, sword and shield drawn.
Block. Dodge. Stab. Slash.
The two fell after a grueling fight.
'This time...'
Stay vigilant. No mistakes.
After carefully selecting his next target,
just as he nocked an arrow—
"...Huh?"
His nose tickled.
"Haa-CHOO!"
The sneeze launched an unintended shot.
Thwip!
"Shit!"
The arrow struck a group of clustered wyverns.
"Kree!"
"Kra-kow!"
"Skree!"
Aggro again.
Three wyverns descended.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Three was tough...
But necessary.
Mission abandonment meant exiting to—
the live broadcast studio.
Humiliation instead of glory.
'Never.'
He burned ultimates and specials.
Cooldowns? Criticals still refused to trigger.
'Cursed?'
Why?!
Switching weapons changed nothing—normals and skills alike failed to crit.
Triple flame breath attacks came from three directions.
Dodging proved impossible.
Whooosh! Fwoom! Roar!
"Gah!"
Sizzling flesh filled his nostrils.
Still—
'No surrender.'
An agonizing battle ensued.
Melee strikes, distance creation with javelins, shield blocks against breath attacks.
Two wyverns down. One remained.
The last wyvern deflected his javelin.
Clang!
The projectile veered into another wyvern cluster.
"Goddammit! What the hell?!"
Luck had abandoned him.
A chain reaction.
Five wyverns—no, more—converged.
Impossible even for Level 66.
Power-leveling by bullying weaker monsters?
That only worked below Floor 30.
Past Floor 40, even elites needed caution.
One mistake meant death.
Yoo Cheol-min gritted his teeth.
Fight or flee?
No debate.
'Better humiliation than death.'
Pride be damned.
He bolted to the safe zone.
"Mission abandonment!"
[You have abandoned the mission.]
[Failure confirmed.]
[Exiting Japan's Black Tower.]
Pop!
He materialized in the live studio.
Worst possible timing.
"Fuck."
Ignoring the announcer, he stormed out.
Outside waited Tomoda, the tower manager turned government executive.
"Outcome? Why so soon?"
"Figure it out yourself."
Failure.
After all that fanfare.
"Bad condition. Worse luck."
Unthinkable—a Level 66 failing Floor 57.
"I'll rest and retry."
"..."
Tomoda stood speechless.
Disaster.
※ ※ ※
Japan erupted.
Their star player—naturalized at great cost—had quit Floor 57.
A fraud? A scam?
Criticism rained.
"Idiotic government!" "Arrogant fool!"
Approval ratings cratered.
The panicked Kawaguchi Cabinet dispatched experts, analyzed failures, and procured flame-resistant gear.
Their second attempt stayed covert—
no media leaks,
a silent re-challenge.
"Goddammit! GODDAMMIT!!!"
Yoo Cheol-min abandoned again.
Why?!
Wyverns defied all tactics.
Critical hits still absent.
Cursed? Tower differences?
Maddening.
Third attempt leaked anyway.
<Yoo Cheol-min Fails 57th Floor Again>
Koreans flooded Japanese forums:
└ Thanks for taking our trash!
└ No refunds, suckers!
└ Your tower's in an earthquake zone—have fun!
└ (Mocking support) Don't collapse, okay?
Japanese users joined the self-roast:
└ We're morons for trusting him.
└ National shame.
Meanwhile, Korean news:
<31 Consecutive S++ Korean Tower Clears!>
<Nam Ga-eun Clears Floor 64 Ghouls in 3 Hours!>
Celebration versus funeral.
Yoo Cheol-min's third failure broke him.
Japan's terror grew as their tower's collapse loomed.
※ ※ ※
Joo-hyuk read the news.
Karma had struck Yoo Cheol-min—and Japan.
Naturalization was a choice, but abandoning Korea's tower? Unforgivable.
He should've returned his government-funded gear.
"Will this last forever?" he asked Gyeondal-rae.
"Until karma balances," she replied.
Meh.
Korea focused on its own tower.
After clearing Floor 31 yesterday, Joo-hyuk entered Floor 32.
[Entering Korea's Black Tower Floor 32.]
More Minotaurs—just bigger.
31st floor: 4 meters.
32nd: 4.5 meters.
"Minotaur King at 35? Six meters—twice my size!" Gobang explained.
Joo-hyuk's Shadow Step had one-shot the 31st floor boss. But growth worried him.
"Beef cravings hit hard," he muttered.
"Tenderloin... ribeye... oxtail soup..." Gobang drooled.
Gyeondal-rae vetoed: "Spoiling subordinates breeds entitlement. Macarons suffice."
Joo-hyuk plotted a meat feast. Stealthy Cossack could blend in, but Gobang and Gyeondal-rae?
"Princess—disguise magic?"
"Illusions that fool senses, not reality."
Perfect.
Post-clear disguises it was.
Their cramped officetel needed upgrading—maybe Yoo Cheol-min's old penthouse?
No. Greed kills.
[Floor 32 Mission: Eliminate 20 Phase-Two Minotaurs.]
Gyeondal-rae activated her speaker:
Boom Ding Slice
Buffing allies, confusing monsters.
"Yahoo!" Cossack charged. Gobang followed.
Joo-hyuk targeted a disoriented Minotaur.
Zzzzt! Energy shield hummed.
4.5 meters of pure intimidation.
One axe swing could shatter defenses.
Han Namja instincts overrode fear.
Swish!
Joo-hyuk vanished, reappearing behind the beast.
Leaping high, he unleashed the Chaos Thunder Rod's ultimate technique:
Falling Thunder Flash.
Crack!
The Minotaur's head vaporized.
"Whoa!"
Electric adrenaline. Addictive.
Three kills later:
[Notice: S++ Grade Achieved on Floor 32.]
[Reward: Platinum Badge.]
Another predictable victory.
