Earth No. 675.
A dimension where all work had already been completed.
According to the law of causality, it should have quietly flowed toward its final stage on its own.
And yet—
the one responsible for the 89th floor, the freely contracted soul Demon Dragon Karatos, had suddenly been erased.
Out of nowhere.
What happened?
The cause was a meteor.
He had been struck by a falling meteor and died.
But that made no sense.
If a meteor fell, couldn't he just teleport away?
Why would he just stand there and take it?
The administrators of Earth No. 675 turned their attention to Berlin—
a city that had now been erased by the meteor.
And what remained there was an intense residue of magical flow.
This wasn't an ordinary meteor.
[ … A meteor? ]
[Looks like it.]
[Did Karatos summon it? Suicide, maybe?]
[Why would that greedy bastard kill himself?]
[Right. No way.]
To make things worse, a system error had occurred.
No matter how powerful a meteor was, it should never have affected the system itself.
Still, the system was shut down for repairs.
After some time passed—
Spot!
Someone appeared in the massive crater where the meteor had struck.
[Who is that?]
It wasn't just one person.
They appeared in a group.
[Looks like a summoner…]
[Then why is there a summoner here?]
[How should I know?]
This dimension had no summoners.
And even if it once did, they should have died long ago.
[That guy is probably the cause of the system error.]
[Check the system logs. We need to know who he is.]
[The system's still recovering from shutdown—ah! It's back.]
[What do the logs say?]
[… Huh?]
[What is it?]
[F-first, an achievement popped up.]
[What achievement?]
[Dragon Slayer.]
[ … What? ]
That meant he had killed Karatos.
A human killing a dragon?
A dragon dying wasn't, by itself, a big deal.
They were consumables anyway.
The real problem was that an achievement had appeared.
Achievements were granted only to players—
and only to players belonging to this world.
[Why would an achievement trigger?]
He wasn't even affiliated with this Black Tower.
[… Th-that's because.]
[Stop stalling. Say it.]
[He just acquired nationality.]
[ … ]
What?
They could hardly believe their ears.
[N-nationality acquisition? That's impossible… Are you joking?]
[But it really happened.]
This was bad.
Very bad.
[Could he be a survivor of Earth No. 675? A remaining player? An unregistered one?]
[No. He came from the White Tower.]
[The White Tower?]
There was only one possible route.
[The elevator.]
[Yes. He came from Earth No. 1001 via the elevator.]
[ … ]
This was driving them insane.
[So a player from another dimension came into our world and acquired nationality?]
[That's right.]
[… Hahaha.]
They could only laugh hollowly.
[Those idiot administrators from Earth No. 1001—what the hell were they doing while letting that guy run wild?]
[Should we open communications?]
[Open it. I want to curse them out.]
[No. Don't curse them. Keep it to a formal protest. At this point, we need their cooperation.]
This was a nightmare.
A world where all players were gone,
versus a world where even one player still existed.
That difference was enormous.
Causality itself would intervene.
The rules that governed and sustained a world.
And the result appeared quickly.
Kugugugugugu—!
A Black Tower began rising from Berlin.
Originally, Earth No. 675 had no Black Towers left.
They had all disappeared.
Why?
Because every affiliated player had died or lost their awakening.
Without players, there was no reason for Black Towers to exist.
Monsters had already overrun the entire world.
That was why their status had shifted from
"Black Tower Administrators of Earth No. 675"
to simply
"Administrators of Earth No. 675."
But now—
A single Black Tower had been created on Earth No. 675.
For the sake of one lone player.
[… We're screwed.]
If that tower were fully cleared…
the consequences were unimaginable.
White Tower, 17th Floor.
The reclusive, indoorsy alchemist Alia Mari was inside her residence,
refining top-grade mana crystals as usual.
With the elevator now in existence,
a large amount of top-grade mana crystals would be needed for round trips.
Naturally sourced ones wouldn't be enough.
There was no telling when the Black Tower veins might run dry.
Thanks to achievement rewards, the summoner had ridden the elevator for free this time—
but who knew how often it would be used in the future?
At least 10 kg of top-grade mana crystals needed to be kept on hand at all times.
Refining top-grade mana crystals was incredibly tedious.
Basically endless repetitive labor.
Heating refined mana crystals in the alchemist's cauldron,
purifying them, condensing them, leaving behind pure crystals,
then repeating the process.
A 1000:1 ratio.
One ton of refined mana crystals to produce just 1 kg of top-grade mana crystals.
At best, she could make around 300 g per day.
She wanted to finish today's quota quickly and log into her game.
The Rift teamfight awaited.
Still… when was the summoner coming back?
Nothing bad had happened, right?
Well, the summoned beings had gone with him, so it should be fine.
Just then—
Thud thud thud!
The 17th floor grew noisy.
Voices murmured outside.
He's back.
A smile bloomed on Mari's face.
Then—
Knock knock.
"Mari?"
She hurried to the door and replied on her tablet.
Ding!
Then—
Clack!
The door opened, and a massive octahedral gemstone rolled inside.
Ding!
Mari snorted.
Picking up a dragon heart?
Like those just lay around on the ground?
Even if it was the summoner, that joke was too much.
She was about to dismiss it—
"…Huh?"
What was this?
The massive gem now resting at her feet.
An ominous color, and explosive mana radiating from within.
Shiver.
Mari's eyes trembled.
She placed both hands on the gemstone.
T-this is… real?
It was.
A dragon heart.
When a dragon dies, its vast mana condenses into a gemstone—
a core of power.
He picked this up?
From where?
At that moment—
"It really is a dragon heart. An RSS-rank alchemist confirmed it."
"I told you it was a heart."
"So what do we make with it?"
"Obviously nectar for the summoner. He has to live a thousand years."
"Enhancement elixir would be better. With an indestructible body—"
"No, nectar."
"Enhancement elixir."
"Nectar."
Arguments broke out.
Then—
Ding!
"Huh?!"
"What?"
"Why not?"
"Can't use it?"
"It's a dragon heart!"
"You're not secretly stealing it, are you?!"
Demonic energy.
"Oh…"
The summoned beings deflated instantly.
They'd been so excited—
and it turned out to be junk food.
"Damn it, what a letdown."
"I knew it. Nothing that mage does ever goes right."
"Why are you blaming me? Rajiks dug it up."
"Ho-ek!!!"
Juhyeok, however, shrugged.
"It's fine. It's not like we urgently need medicine."
Still, the others looked disappointed.
"No other use?"
"What about purification?"
"Yeah, dirty clothes can be washed."
"Throw it in a washer? With purification potion as detergent?"
"What?"
"Spit it out."
"You're killing us here."
"Demonic sword?"
"There was such a thing in Murim too. Made with human sacrifice."
"In my world as well—made by refining the Demon King's bones and heart."
"In mine too. Seal an evil spirit in a blade and it becomes a demonic sword."
Different methods, same concept.
"Just a demon dragon's heart, then."
"But the weapon would be huge."
"So what? We've got Gobang."
Would it be useful?
…
Oh.
That sounded good.
A Dragon Killer.
It was almost certain that dragons would appear on the un-cleared upper floors.
If there were a weapon specifically designed to deal with them, it would be a huge help.
But then—
Ding!
Nothing ever went the easy way.
Wait.
Stained by demonic energy and driven insane?
Juhyeok and the summoned beings all turned their eyes toward one person.
There's someone.
A perfect fit.
"Why are you all staring at this one?"
Because you're the Mad Demon.
Your name literally contains mad and demon.
"Hmph! If I can't control something like demonic energy, then I should change my name."
But—
"So, inner demon deviation."
"That's right. You'd be breaking Summoned Being Rule No. 3. You might end up senile, smearing crap on the walls—"
"Enough! You dare look down on me this much? If I fell into inner demon deviation, I'd choose suicide."
"Didn't you hear her say your soul gets shattered? Even if you die, you'd stay like that. You'd be a crazy old ghost wandering the 17th floor."
"…You little bastard."
The Mad Demon was out.
A holy knight?
Everyone's gaze shifted to Bardin.
"Hmm."
"Ahem."
"…Uh."
"Yeah, right."
Pure and holy?
That perverted fanatic of a holy knight?
Even Rajiks would laugh if he heard that.
"Hoeng!"
So what now?
Just throw it away?
Then—
the magitech engineer El spoke up.
"If a human can't wield it, doesn't that solve the problem?"
That's true.
If not human, then fine.
And right here was someone non-human—a golem.
"Then you, El?"
"No. Not me. I can't wield it."
"Why?"
"I still have a soul."
Ah, right.
Just because her body was a golem didn't mean she lacked a soul.
"Then who?"
"A gigant."
A gigant?
"If we give it to an automatic ego gigant, not a piloted one, there won't be any problems."
"Ohhh!"
That was it.
Automatic ego gigants have no souls, so they can't be corrupted by demonic energy.
They simply act according to their preprogrammed magitech ego intelligence.
But where would they get an ego gigant?
Manufacturing one…
…
"At least a year. Possibly longer."
Not an immediate option.
Then—
"Our dimensional farmhand bringing one wholesale from the 85th floor would be the fastest."
Originally, the 85th-floor gigant was a piloted model operated directly by El.
After she regained her status as a summoned being and left the tower, it had been replaced with an automatic version.
But was it even possible?
That thing was the size of a building.
"The automatic Magnus gigant is about 100 meters tall, converted to Earth units."
Huge.
Would it even fit?
When Rajiks was still RSS-rank, he could easily store something the size of a large dump truck.
He'd said even larger objects were possible.
Now that Rajiks had broken through to LSS-rank, the capacity of his subspace bag should be vastly larger.
"If we lay it down and carefully insert it headfirst, it might work."
"The shoulder width is between 25 and 30 meters… Hard to say. We won't know unless we try."
"Hoee…"
It was tempting to find out.
"Let's try. See if we can bring it back."
"Horat!"
"I'll prepare a mana EMP."
Why go this far for a demonic sword?
Because of dragons.
It had already been confirmed that dragons existed in Max Kruger's world.
But could they defeat one again?
They'd killed one with a meteor, but that had been coincidence piled upon coincidence.
If they met a dragon inside the tower?
There was no way it would wait patiently for a meteor spell to finish.
They needed another method.
A concrete strategy to slay dragons.
The demonic sword was the answer.
It's doable.
They even had the achievement reward.
Dragon Slayer.
Attack and defense increased against all dragons—applies to summoned beings as well.
A gigant.
When you thought about it, it was basically a giant robot.
There were movies like that.
Monsters versus robots.
A giant robot wielding a demonic sword clashing with a dragon…
Suddenly, climbing the tower sounded extremely exciting.
A world that hadn't collapsed.
No—one that showed no signs of collapsing at all.
This damned summoner's Earth.
The Black Tower administrators of Earth No. 1001 had lost their confidence long ago.
These days, all they did was shove Liberation Rune Necklaces into the Chinese Black Tower.
Honestly, it was meaningless work.
If the necklaces spread worldwide from China and caused chaos everywhere, it might at least feel worthwhile.
But every country except China had already finished response.
Mana suppression scrolls.
Only China was affected.
And it showed no signs of spreading.
All because of him—
the summoner who interfered at every turn.
The collapse of the Chinese tower?
Should they just let it collapse?
He could just go in and out with a multinational tower access ticket.
They wanted to stop all this nonsense.
Why not just let him climb into the 90s?
But then—
[De-designer… emergency communication from Earth No. 675.]
The engineer's voice trembled.
[Hm?]
Earth No. 675—
the dimension where a project was already in progress.
…
Why there?
[What do they want?]
[They're asking about our summoner player. Why he appeared in Earth No. 675…]
[…What?]
Had they heard that right?
[The summoner appeared in Earth No. 675?]
[That's what they said.]
Ah.
Now it made sense.
[You installed and activated the elevator.]
It had been inevitable.
He'd been mining refined mana crystals nonstop on the 84th floor.
Honestly, this was surprising.
The summoner wasn't particularly bold.
They'd thought he'd delay installing—let alone activating—the elevator.
[So what do they want us to do? The elevator was an achievement reward.]
[That's the thing…]
The engineer explained the complaint from Earth No. 675's administrators.
Awakening registration.
Dragon Slayer.
And—
[…He acquired nationality.]
[Yes.]
Nationality acquisition.
That meant crossing dimensions and becoming an official resident of that world.
[Kahahahahahaha!!!]
Laughter burst out uncontrollably.
[He planted a flag.]
As long as the summoner maintained player status in Earth No. 675,
their project there could no longer proceed—
by the law of causality.
[What should we do?]
[What do you think? Tell them we don't know either and ignore them!]
Let them taste it too.
Just how maddening the Earth summoner really was.
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