A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

not mine, wuxia world. Waiting for the translator to update.

6. 51 to 60

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' feels sorry because she seems very hungry.]

(Note: changed this god from 'The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' to 'The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' since the infinite tower is a staple arc in this type of work, it fits better.)

I was just curious to see what kind of sweets my mother had prepared, but.

['The World-building God' is hushing and making a fuss for the gods to be quiet.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' raises the topic that there is a sad story behind the picnic lunch box of the transmigrator.]

What?

A sad story was suddenly overlaid on my gaze as I looked at the picnic basket.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' listens carefully.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' listens carefully.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' blinks.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' when the transmigrator was in the 3rd grade of elementary school...]

No, why are you suddenly talking about those days?

In the meantime, my past history was been unraveled.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' laments.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' understands your gaze.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' cracks down on his tongue.]

Seeing the gods react so seriously makes me a little embarrassed. It was nothing that serious.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, there was a picnic, and it was the first one I had after losing my family. As the whole school went to the same place, my lunch box was a little compared to my cousin-sister.

I bought the basic kimbap and dumplings sold at Kimbap Heaven and put them in a black bag, while my cousin packed a hotel-style, high-quality catering lunch.

In addition, my aunt gave pretty and delicious homemade snacks to the classmates in my cousin's class. It was a roll of cake-shaped cotton candy with the flavors and colors of various fruits added.

At that time, my cousin's homeroom teacher kept one packed snack and secretly gave it to me.

But not knowing how she found out, my cousin came to our class and made a fuss to give it back because she didn't want to give it to me. It was hard to receive many glances because of the commotion, so I reluctantly returned it.

'My life was rough, really.'

I realized once again that I was not in a position to curse about the pushover free pass.

With a sigh, I arrived at the pond garden inside the Count's Castle. My family sat around a bench table cut in half and opened the picnic basket. A dinner that blew away all my cluttered thoughts was unveiled.

"Wow!"

Butter pancakes with a savory smell, grilled goose, pork dumplings full of cheese, sweet-baked blueberry muffins, and raspberry juice that can spread freshness in your mouth!

"It looks so delicious!"

"Dad's the best!"

"Hm!"

My proud father ripped off the leg of the main dish, roasted goose, and took care of Mom first.

"Elthea, it's your favorite part."

"Oh my gosh, Leo, you are really."

"Wait. I'll cut it for you to eat. ah-."

"Ah-."

"Did you swallow? Then take a bite of the pancakes."

"Yes, ah-."

"I'm so glad you ate well... Why aren't you eating, guys? Go ahead and eat."

"...Yes."

I and Frintz answered without energy, realizing that we were pushed to second place.

"I feel like I lost my father."

"...Dad was originally Mom's, brother."

The rest of the leg was left for Dad to eat, and I tore off the wings.

"Eat this, brother."

"Thanks. I'll also take care of yours."

"Yes. Let's take care of ourselves."

"Yes, Eli."

Thanks to this, I reaffirmed our sibling loyalty and friendship, so I don't think it was bad.

I and Frintz competitively ate the food, boasting our subspace inventory-like stomachs. When I was resting while pounding my tummy, Dad announced in an exciting and proud voice.

"Eli, Frintz. Mom has prepared a special snack for you."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The long-awaited snack reveal has come.

"Don't expect too much."

While Mom was coughing with a red face, Dad took out a snack, and at that moment my eyes got bigger.

'Cotton candy?'

I was stunned because I didn't know I would see it here.

"Ta-da! Mom made fairy cotton! Isn't it amazing?

Fairy cotton was another name for cotton candy.

"I-Is this is fairy cotton?"

It seems that Dad didn't crack down on Frintz's reaction.

Mom's work was, to be fair, more like a devil's cotton than a fairy's. That was because the blackened sugar was thickly entangled like a hook. Mom also hesitated to say whether it bothered her.

"I thought it would be easy, but it was harder than I thought. I tried it last night because Eli wanted to eat it in her sleep..."

"..."

...It seems that the habit of talking at night is still there. I'm sure I cursed my cousin a lot in my sleep. Even so, Mom decided to cook it because of my sleep talking...

I felt a little, no, quite strange.

"That...Well...I can make it better next time. Don't force yourself to eat."

I came to my senses when I saw Mom hiding the cotton candy behind her back in a sulky mood.

It's not the time to be absent-minded.

"Mom."

"Yes, Eli..."

"Give it to me. I really wanted to eat it."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

I took a big bite of the cotton candy. It tasted more like dalgona candy than cotton candy. A dalgona that was burned black, but even so.

"It's delicious, really."

It was the best cotton candy I've ever eaten.

It was even tastier than the cotton candy I bought, with the money I asked my family for while being called cheap and disgraceful, when I came home from the picnic in the third grade of elementary school.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Eli..."

"What are you doing, brother? It's really delicious! I'm going to eat it all by myself."

"Oh, ah, no! Please give it to me too!"

The story of my past life related to picnic lunch boxes and handmade snacks was likely to be overlaid with today's pleasant memories.

The afternoon schedule remained as the habitual training.

Cadet Ellet, this instructor was very disappointed.

"W-Why? Gasp, gasp, gasp..."

After running five laps in a row on the Iron Man obstacle course, I was catching my breath.

These days, physical training was carried out with sandbags on both legs, so the difficulty has increased. Agnes, who was embodied in the air, folded her arms and revealed the reason for her 'disappointment'.

Even though you practiced so hard, you couldn't overcome the fever and had to lie down for 2 days again.

"It was a month ago, why are you bringing this up now...No, more than that, that's not something that can be overcome by working hard..."

Such weak thoughts! That's the problem.

Sniff, she doesn't let me say anything.

I think it would be better to pay attention to not only physical but also mental training.

"...!"

I was instinctively a little afraid of The Vatican's 1st hit Hell Instructor's mental training.

For that reason, the Cadet should have additional training from today...

Gulp.

Unknowingly, I swallowed his dry saliva, but Agnes smirked and loosened her expression.

Let's do the Mind's eye meditation.

(Note: the word is 심법은- Deep Heart Way or Zen for some religions. In wuxia, it can also allude to closed cultivation. Since only "meditation" is lackluster, I used Mind's Eye to specify it. If anyone has a better word, I'll take it anytime. lol)

"Huh? Really? We are really doing it?"

My eyes sparkled.

Learning Mind's Eye means that we are finally starting to get used to Aura.

Yes, we can start to learn it slowly. Sit down.

"Yes!"

It was a rare theory class after a long time.

Mind's eye meditation refers to the practice of feeling the presence of Aura, understanding the flow, and gathering it to form a core. For Aura users, it can be said to be the most basic act akin to breathing, and since there are several types of meditation, the nature of the Aura that can be operated on the core varies depending on which method is used.

"The main difference is the color, right? I like white. Normal things are also very beautiful."

We have the same taste. However, color is only a secondary issue, and it is more important to build an Aura suitable for the chosen swordsmanship. If you learn a fire-type Aura meditation method, but later change the method because your sword technique matches the icy nature, Auras with different temperaments may collide. In severe cases, the core may be destroyed.

"Ugh..."

Of course, what I just said is a very extreme example. It's not difficult to switch unless you've learned quite a bit of special swordsmanship and meditation techniques. Depending on the person, several types can also be mixed and used in moderation.

Let's raise the question.

"Is there any method that suits Instructor Agnes' whip-sword technique?"

Yes. You have to learn how to push your senses to the limit. It doesn't collide with other Auras, but it doesn't convert either.

This means that you have to separately train for whip-sword only.

You said you wanted to learn the whip-sword, but you can't decide your career path just yet. So, it would be better to learn a basic method like everyone else.

"Yes."

I didn't complain. Because Agnes, a professional educator, made all decisions with me in mind.

In addition, accumulating a regular Aura that's not used for the whip-sword does not mean that it's useless. When using swordsmanship and whip, I can use a regular Aura.

I'll show you a demonstration.

What Agnes taught me was the 'Ragnar Bless Method,' and it was the most basic method that paladin trainees in the Holy Country learned.

Did you understand? Follow after me.

"Yes."

Even if you master this and feel the Aura, it does not mean that you will awaken it. It takes a tremendous amount of practice just to feel, understand the flow, and attract it.

Those who have awakened are people who could form a core that accumulates aura inside their body.

'It takes a long time for that. So, I'm really grateful for the help of the system.'

If I achieve Rigid Body Lv.50 and Sword Skill of the same level, I will awaken the Aura immediately. So, to be honest, I didn't really need to practice meditation right now. After the system awakens the Aura, it's only necessary to increase the available aura capacity...

While I was thinking of that.

[System 'Ragnar Bless Meditation Lv.1' in progress. Start accumulating aura.]

[System Core was not created because you did not complete the Aura Advancement mission. The accumulated amount is temporarily stored.]

What? It can be temporarily stored?

[System The size of the core is determined after awakening the Aura according to the temporarily stored amount.]

Ohh! Jackpot!

It was the same as divine power.

Just like the divine power was promised to be that of a Cardinal upon awakening, the Aura could also be increased in advance through prior training, and the results could be received all at once upon awakening.

System, you are the best!

Increase your sensitivity to Aura by training whenever you have time.

"Yes!"

Still, I couldn't awaken the Aura before the Divine Power, so I was a little worried about whether I would have time left after I set the weapon skill level to 49.

However, the answer came soon.

You are ambitious. As you may know, many swordsmen die without being awarded the title of Sword Master. But if it's you, Cadet, I think you can awaken the Aura before you turn 20.

Agnes' encouragement made me smile.

In 10 years I will be 20-years-old. No, there's no need to wait 10 years.

3 years is enough.

The time at which the divine power is awakened will be the same at which the Aura is awakened.

"I will work hard!"

Meanwhile, from the top of a Zelkova tree, there was a person watching what was happening at the iron man obstacle course.

"Hmm..."

Through the thick leaves, a little animal-like girl could be seen on the ground. The pink-haired child stared at the air and eagerly shook her head, as she occasionally murmured to herself.

If ordinary people had seen it, they would have thought it was a strange situation. But the woman who is now secretly watching the little girl was different.

'My daughter's teacher seems to be a bit of an unusual being.'

Elthea's eyes lit up with interest.

Both Frintz and Eyelet were training hard. At this rate, she will be able to have duels with her children one day.

Elthea smiled delightedly at the expectations that made her heart pound with excitement.

As the peaceful daily life continued, time quickly flew by.

The alchemy business with Dad continued to be successful with each new product launch, earning us a fortune.

Thanks to the steady and repeated training, Rigid Body had already surpassed level 50, and swordsmanship reached level 49.

After that, the level of swordsmanship was adjusted by learning other weapons, training footwork, or concentrating on meditation.

After revealing to the family that I was practicing swordsmanship, duels with Mom and Brother took place frequently.

I always won when dueling with Brother, and always lost when against Mom. Each time, Agnes, who had a strong desire to compete, doubled the amount of training making it even more difficult.

In order to awaken the divine power, I worked hard in attending the chapel every dawn.

After coming back from the 'Black Salt Desert' dungeon, I never had to use Descent, so there was no chance of missing a morning prayer due to God Fever.

Besides, I didn't really have to go outside the tutorial area.

The Chief of the Golden Ivory Tower sent an invitation for an elder position to the alchemist Rodel, but we refused it, and on Thanksgiving, which is once a year, Grandpa who couldn't wait and came to the Count's Castle first.

Grandpa officially established his status as an adventurer who earned a lot of money for Mom's sake, who still hated the Duke's title, but Bianca, who knows the circumstances tried hard to treat him without any inconvenience while keeping up with Grandpa's sloppy rhythm.

Later, it became like an annual event that happens every fall, so Bianca came to simply see him as a Friend's Grandpa.

The seasons came and went several times while I was living a small and calm daily life.

I have greeted 3 autumns in this world.

Last week was the third time I ate turkey breast with Grandpa, and yesterday, with the sleet-like first snow of the year, I turned thirteen.

It has been 2 years and 9 months since I transmigrated.

In terms of days, it was only five days away from the 'A Thousand Days of Prayer' quest being completed.

Finally! Finally! Finally!

I clasped my trembling hands together with an overwhelmed heart. Then, with twinkling eyes, I looked at the system screen.

Tiling!

Finally, the message I've been waiting for has appeared!

[System 'Morning prayer' has been completed.]

[Quest 'A Thousand Days of Prayer' Completed (1,000/1,000)]

[System Congratulations! The conditions for the awakening of the divine power were satisfied.]

"...!"

Golden energy enveloped me.

As if this was a leveling-up animation from a game, there was a momentary holy effect of three pairs of wings of light spreading out.

And.

"Ah!"

[System Divine Power has been awakened!]

[System Your divine power is that of a Saint.]

Awesome. I have gone up one step from the Cardinal level to a Saint.

In terms of Magic, it's like being an Archmage of the 8th Circle, and if it's Aura, it was the limit of a human being, a Sword Master.

I felt a new and mysterious energy filling my body and I took a deep breath as if enjoying it.

['The World-building God' is moved by your growth and smooth a handkerchief around its eyes.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' says, an S-Level growth indeed. Clap, clap, clap, clap.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' compliment that this is enough to be able to climb up to the top 100 floors of the Tower with ease.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' hopes and encourages you to continue the path of an OP in the future.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' stops to congratulate you on the way.]

On days like this, even a harsh commentator speaks of good things. The most surprising was the Inspector. I didn't expect him to come by himself and congratulate me.

Oh, I should not forget to show my gratitude.

"Thank you!"

I bowed my head toward the four sides of the Chapel to express my gratitude.

Again today, you are communicating with God. Anyway, congratulations on awakening the divine power, Ellet.

"Thanks, Agnes."

Why don't you try healing? You got a scratch on the back of your hand while training yesterday.

"Oh, wait a minute. I have one more task that needs to be done before I can use my first skill."

Huh? Healing would be a basic skill, isn't it? You can do it even if it's clumsy and right after you awaken your divine power, right?

"I'm a little different."

I put the satchel on the floor and flipped through it with both hands. I have to be careful because what I'm going to take out is quite heavy.

"Heave ho!"

Thud!

A heavy treasure chest popped out. When I opened the inside, it was full of gold coins that sparkled enough to hurt my eyes.

All of them were earned through alchemy and the herbal delivery businesses. It just so happens that this is a chapel, a very good place to donate money.

['The World-building God' asks if you are ready.]

"Yes! I'll pay for everything in cash!"

[System 100 million cash payment completed. Cancellation of subscription is possible in one week's time...]

"Okay, Cash Shop!"

I selected the 'Skill Book' from the menu.

There were four levels of skills sold: basic, intermediate, advanced, and ultimate. I looked at them one by one.

[Skill 'Healing'brHeals the target's trauma.]

"Purchase."

I used it right away on the back of my left hand that had a scratch from yesterday.

[System Basic skill 'Healing Lv.11 (+10)' is activated.]

The divine power equivalent of a Saint poured out as if waiting and the wound healed in an instant.

Is this really your first time? It's very stable.

Agnes immediately admired me as I was using level 11 healing. But I was feeling a little bit sad.

'The healing I used to blow Ardiman away was over Lv. 100.'

The skill level significantly went down compared to when Divine Descent was activated.

Considering that the skill level is increased by 10 due to the effect of 'Favorite of the world-building God', it means that it's just at an honest level 1.

Unfortunately, I'll have to go back to the basics.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' asks how it feels to have been nerfed after living the easy life with Descent.]

The poison tongue has started working again.

'What do you mean nerfed? This is my original skill, anyway. I just have to steadily raise the level.'

['The World-building God' commends you for growing up to be a rightful person.]

Now that we've finished testing the Divine Skills, it's time to finish what I was doing.

I opened the cash shop again and checked the skills.

From 'Detoxification' to cure poison affliction.' to 'Fortification' to create a line of self-defense by instilling divine power into objects.

A 'Barrier' that sets a protective barrier.

The 'Baptism of Purification' that lifts curses.

'Healing Field' that heals all allies at once.

A supporter skill that applies buff, 'Holy Hymn'.

And so on...

After reading the description one by one, I suddenly thought about something while purchasing.

"It's annoying."

So, I choose the next skill with my finger.

"From here-."

Went straight down.

"-To here."

Made a complete selection.

"Give me everything."

And bought everything.

Oh, who cares. If I learn it, it will end up being useful someday.

The sound of the cash being deducted was also quite dazzling.

In this way, from basic skills to ultimate skills, all divine power skills were learned without distinction. Dealer, supporter, and healer skills!

['The World-building God' applauds your wise judgment.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' says you got the basics in how to shop right and expresses her interest.]

['The Creative Business Manager' is pleased with the sales performance of this month.]

Ah, a new god has appeared.

['The World-building God' asks the business manager what's going on.]

['The Creative Business Manager' says they should have a meeting about the upcoming big update.]

The gods disappeared to be faithful to their main duties.

At this point, the message that I had been waiting for came up in front of me.

[System Your ranking changes. Current Rank: 573th (▲20,412)]

Finally, I got inside the Top 1000 ranked.

The tutorial quest to be within the top 100 of this setting has not been completed yet.

It was easy to guess why my ranking was lower than expected even with divine power at saint-level and ultimate skills to top it off.

'It must be because all the skills are level 1.'

I don't know about the other skills but where can I hand out a business card as a healer if my healing is level 1? I'll have to focus on raising my skill level for the time being.

But there was a problem.

"I have to use it to level up, right? Where am I going to use this?"

Sheesh, I'm in a difficult situation.

There was another commotion inside The Vatican in Elpenheim. It was because of the auspicious white light that poured into the center of the main chapel after a long time.

"Oh, oh! A person who has reached the level of a Saint has been born! This is the first time in 200 years!"

"In this day and age, an Awakener of the Divine Power who has reached the limits of human beings! I'm sure this is the protagonist of the Divine Descent!"

"I think it was because they were in the middle of a closed-door training that they were quiet without using Descent of Divinity for over two years!"

"Oh, I can't wait to meet them whoever they are! Where the hell are they...!"

At the moment of awakening, when Ellet's vessel of holy power expanded to the level of a saint, the cardinals who felt her presence were thrilled.

Among the cardinals gathered in the chapel was Cattleya, Bianca's grandmother. She was listening to the cardinals, never knowing that the hero of the auspicious white light was Ellet.

"We have to hurry up and find where the Saintess is and take them to this Vatican!"

"Sir Clovis, who is in charge of the search for the Saintess, is not doing very well."

"Well, since the presence of the Saintess has become clearer, there will be good news soon. Let's wait a little longer."

"But is their gender determined to be female? Everyone has been calling them a Saintess since before."

"Hmmm, I think the public reaction was good when I promoted it towards a Saintess rather than a Saint..."

The topic of conversation had shifted to politics.

The cardinals, who exchanged enough words, were in the midst of leaving their seats and going away. When almost all the people in the chapel had left, Cattleya also stepped into the corridor.

At that moment.

"Cardinal Cattleya."

It was a wonderful voice that the 1st Choir of The Vatican would covet. She turned to see a boy who had caught up with her height.

Silver hair that sparkles as if it was made by emitting the light of the day and the moon, and eyes that go back and forth between blue and green depending on the angle of light, like the water of the shallow sea.

Delicate and beautiful features like a crystal statue crafted by a craftsman reduced the viewer's sense of reality.

Silver hair, a white face, and a paladin uniform.

Armed with pure and holy colors from head to toe, the sight of the boy receiving a beam of light from the surroundings made him look more like a holy being portrayed in divine paintings than a human being.

Cattleya called the boy's name.

"Brother Thesilid."

An overwhelmingly strong contender, that God favors, amidst the stigmata. Thesilid Argent.

Cattleya's gaze, as usual, was directed over Thesilid's head.

'It's still the same.'

Life expectancy was normal. However, the remaining life was not visible.

He too was a special being chosen by God.

The voice of a boy who had yet to go through his puberty quietly echoed through the air.

"I heard that you visited Count Gillette last Thanksgiving."

"That's right."

"You must have had a peaceful time after a long time. Wasn't there anything special in the Count?"

Was the boy usually this friendly towards me? Curious, Cattleya answered.

"Should there be something special about it? It's been a long time since they stopped paying attention to the central politics and dungeon subjugation, so it was peaceful as always."

"Even the servants?"

"Servants?"

"There was a girl who came to The Vatican before and got caught up in a dungeon sink. I remember she was a servant there."

"Oh, you mean Ellet. At that time, you were the one who rescued and carried her out. It's already been over two years, have you been paying attention?"

"Yes, a little."

"She's doing just fine. She's not as big as you, but she's grown a lot. She's starting to have some girly charm."

"Is that so..."

As he lowered his gaze, Thesilid seemed to be holding on to a small smirk. He usually had a nice and gentle smile on his face, but now the feeling was quite different.

Having sensed the gaze of observation from Cattleya, Thesilid hastily ended the conversation.

"Thank you for your time, your Grace. Then, I'll be going."

In the manner of a knight, he placed a fist on his chest and bowed, then turned around. As he reached the end of the corridor, he ran into two boys waiting for him.

"Why did you go to the place where only old folks gather?"

Hestio, the tallest of the three, swung his long black hair and asked sternly.

"That's right. Cardinal Cattleya is not very friendly with stigmata."

Ephael, who was going through his period of transformation, helped with a hoarse voice.

Thesilid answered.

"I came here to inquire about Ellet's well-being."

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The two friends burst exclamations at the same time.

"I told you to stop using honorifics because it's annoying!"

"After being appointed as a knight, did you finally awaken your ultimate fetish? I know you were impressed by the chivalry, but isn't it too harsh?!"

"..."

Thesilid, who had unspeakable circumstances, was just embarrassed by his friends handling of his persona concept.

'I can't say that I have to use respectful words to increase my divine power.'

His 'The Commandments of the Seven Holy Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins.' buff was a problem. Since he knew that honorifics had a synergetic effect on his divine power by satisfying both items of humility and kindness at once, he had no choice but to change his language habits.

Even if he wanted to do something about it, there was a sad unchanging fact for him.

He thought that if he awakened the Aura, he would have to worry less about his divine power. But somehow, like the main character of a fairy tale, he was a physically special human being, so he manifested what was called a 'divine aura'.

Ironically, after awakening the Aura, he had to manage his divine power even more tightly.

"...I just want you to understand."

He tried to hide his sorrow while talking back.

"I do not understand!"

"Stop it!"

Their reaction was intense. He couldn't lose his few friends and Thesilid, who rarely backed down, choose to listen to them.

"Okay. I will not use it in front of you."

"Yes, please. Let's live normally."

"Don't let me be ashamed when we're together."

On the way back from the main building, Thesilid recounted the story of how he met Cattleya.

It was Hestio who brought up the topic.

"You said you came to ask after Ellet's well-being? If it's Ellet, is she the girl we met at the toy mansion back then?"

"Yes."

"She did leave a bit of a strong impression. When she said she was going to marry the devil with that flower on the top of her head...I wondered if another Thesilid had appeared."

"..."

"Anyway, I admit that she was quite the amazing kid, but...Do you still care about her well-being? She's just an ordinary kid living in a different world from us. I don't think we'll ever see her again."

"We'll see her again."

Thesilid spoke conclusively.

Didn't they learn shared skills? A reunion was inevitable.

While Hestio shut his mouth at Thesilid's firmness, Ephael cleared his throat and advised.

"Well, don't let the old folks find out. If they knew you were interested in a girl, they would be out of their minds."

"It's not like that."

"Even if not, be careful. Because they get hung on even with little details."

That was correct. The denomination was as conservative as it was faithful. It has been more than two centuries since the doctrine of the denomination was revised to allow marriage.

However, the denomination used to argue that it is natural for, only stigmata, to consecrate their life to God.

It was commonly thought that they should live like a puritan for the rest of their life while being treated as a servant.

Ephael, who had a dream of leaving the priesthood and going back to secular life, let out a deep sigh as he became depressed after talking about it.

Hestio wanted to change the subject, and just in time, there was good news to be shared.

"More than that, it seems that we are going to go outside The Vatican very soon."

"We are going out? Really?"

"Yeah, Ephael. I overheard the State Council meeting this morning, and such talks came up. They said they were preparing to send stigmata to a place in need of a denomination on the continent. It's being called missionary and volunteer work, but it's probably dungeon subjugation."

"Oh yeah!"

"You really seem to like it."

It seems that the stigmata are finally going to expand the horizon of their world outside The Vatican.

Thesilid also felt a little bit of anticipation in his chest.

Since I still had work to do, I decided to put on hold thinking about the divine power that I had to raise for a long while.

After awakening the divine power, the next turn was the Aura. I finished the level up related to the Aura job change, which I had paused for a while.

The condition for awakening Aura is to exceed level 50 in both Rigid Body and Weapon Skills.

The Rigid Body level had already satisfied the conditions, so only swordsmanship that was on level 49 had to be raised, and after training for about two months, I was able to fill the required experience points.

So, at the beginning of spring, I was able to manifest Aura.

Whodudu.

A sword extended horizontally and as soon as cherry blossom petals hit the white light that dazzles even in the middle of the day, they disappeared.

I stared blankly at the scene for a long time.

Congratulations on becoming a swordmaster.

"Thank you, Agnes."

How do you feel?

"Honestly, I think it's a little more touching than when I gained divine power. Maybe it feels like this because it's an ability that I gained through hard work."

If I were to measure the distance I have run in the iron man obstacle course so far, wouldn't it be possible to tour the continent for about ten laps? I can't even count how many times I've been unable to sleep at night due to my sore palms and muscle pains from swinging my sword and whip countless times.

It was not once or twice that I wanted to quit because I was tired. Several times a day, I had a weak thought that only awakening the divine power would be enough. Nevertheless, there was a driving force that had brought me to this point, and that was...

"Honestly, it's all thanks to Agnes being the instructor."

Of course, of course. The Vatican's 1st hell instructor is scary after all.

Agnes put both hands on her waist and puffed up. I laughed as I shook my head.

"I don't mean that."

Then?

"It was really cool when Agnes lifted the seven Aura Blades in the air. If you hadn't shown it in the first place, I might have given up."

Was it that impressive?

"It was great, absolutely. Agnes is my role model."

Agnes coughed in embarrassment before replying.

This is just the beginning. Work harder while thinking of the day when you will take off your badge of rank to play with me.

"I'm going to try harder. But you know what, Agnes?"

What?

"Agnes is a hero, but I am a legend. I'm higher up, so I'll stick with my rank badge without taking it off."

Ugh, you are really.

We looked at each other for a moment and laughed silently.

As if she had suddenly remembered, Agnes said.

You finally awoke the Aura, but didn't your God congratulate you today? The heresy you serve...

"It's not heresy, it's 'The World-building God'."

Ahem.

Religion was a sensitive topic, and Agnes and I almost became enemies in the middle of laughing.

At that time, World God appeared as if he knew we were talking about them.

['The World-building God' rushes over and wave the ' (Congra-) Sword Master (-tulations) ' picket.]

Even though these days the preparations for a large-scale update were in the final stages, World God took the time to congratulate me.

'Thank you, World God.'

['The World-building God' urges you to not be disappointed because the other gods are busy with their work, so he was celebrating as the representative.]

'Of course. Please give thanks to the other gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau as well.'

Then Agnes said.

Anyway, we might have a problem now. Both divine power and Aura are at the stage where they need to practice in real-world training from now on, but there is no suitable place in the County.

"I know, right. As I said before, I can't go out of the Count's castle at will."

There is a way to get a quest from the World God and go out, but it cannot exceed a week at the most.

The moment the original work begins, the movement radius restrictions are lifted, but in terms of time, it is the spring of the year I turn 20.

It was still far away.

The God you believe in is overprotective. They don't let you out because it's dangerous.

"Overprotective? Hmm, well, that's one way to interpret it, and it sounds pretty good."

Seems like you like it. Anyway, it's impossible to gain hands-on experience while playing dungeons.

"Yes."

At this rate, no matter how much I receive the Blessings for high-speed growth, I will hit a wall and stop growing. It was a difficult situation.

['The World-building God' says you don't have to worry about that at all.]

"What?"

What's wrong, Ellet?

"My lord just gave me an oracle that I don't have to worry about it."

Huh?

['The World-building God' winks and tells you to look forward to the major update next week.]

Oh? Did the Transmigration Management Bureau have a plan?

What kind of update is this? I'm curious.

World God said that he could not reveal the details because it was confidential, and then disappeared to oversee the gods of the development headquarters.

Shortly after saying goodbye, a message appeared.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' looks at you with eyes tired of overtime work.]

I feel like I know the reason for that sullen gaze. I clenched both of my fists toward the architect and shouted "Cheer up.".

After two weeks of waiting for the transmigrator support system to be updated. A lot had changed in the meantime.

Spring was the season when all things flourish. It was also a good time for people to take a step toward a new beginning.

The Knights Academy in the capital of the Kingdom of Vinchester was like an official certification institution for knights on the whole Serentra Continent.

It was a place where all aspiring knights on the continent were crazy for admission in hopes of receiving a knighthood.

In the new spring, the entrance examination for the Vinchester Knights Academy was openly held, and Frintzs, who received a recommendation from Viscount Carmel was headed for Wilhelon, the capital of the kingdom.

"I'll be going, Eli. Take care of your health. Mom and Dad, too."

Frintz, who had become a mature boy, gave us his farewells.

He seems to be going out for a little outing, but in reality, if he passes the exam, he will go through the admissions process and enter the dormitory attached to the military academy almost immediately.

And there was no chance that Frintz would fail his entrance exam.

"I'll send plenty of potions and pills every month, so make sure to eat them well. I will write you often."

"Yes, yes. After all, Eli's the only one I have. If there is someone who bullies you while I'm away, remember their names."

"Brother, if there is an aristocrat who is territorial at the military academy, write their name in a letter and send it to me."

My mood while seeing off my brother, whom I would not see often in the future, was bound to be a little gloomy.

Frintz stroked my head with a large hand as if to soothe me. Meanwhile, Frintz had another companion with the same destination.

"Hey, Frintz! Won't you come soon? I'll leave you behind!"

"Wait a minute, Young Master. I'll say goodbye to my parents."

The grumpy boy with indigo black hair next to him, was Romdio Gillette, the Count's scoundrel, who grew up with a mean face.

Romdio also decided to enter the military academy. Thanks to a huge donation from the Count of Gillette, he was admitted without examination. It was quite different from the original. In the original story, he found another noble who was qualified to be appointed as a knight and paid for the title.

It's hard to know what kind of wind blew in his head to give him the idea to enter the military academy and compete fairly and transparently. Was the presence of Frintz a positive stimulus?

Graduation may not be possible, but I just hoped that he would learn a few manners as a knight before coming back.

"I told you to come quickly!"

Frintz couldn't resist annoyed Romdio's urging and ended up only hugging our parents one last time to say goodbye.

They broke the space transition stone and disappeared. When even the swarm of lights they left behind had completely dispersed, mother glanced at me and was caring.

"Eli, you don't really want to go to school?"

This was the thirteenth time I was asked this question. When my mother found out that I had recently awakened to Aura, it seemed that she was feeling sorry for my swordsmanship talent that would not be polished.

"I will train differently in here."

"Yes. If you change your mind, please tell me. Even if mom has to borrow grandfather's power, I'll let you go to school."

"Thank you for saying that."

It had been two days since Frintz had left, and before I could adjust to vacuum in the family, another parting came.

"Eli, I have something to tell you."

"Bia?"

"I am going to the capital for a while."

"Ah, the social season must have begun. But Bia is still 13 years old. Isn't it a little too early to attend the Debutant Ball?"

"Yes. So, the debutant is a superficial reason, and I am actually going to look into the central political world."

"Ah."

In the main story of the novel, the Vinchester royal family becomes unstable due to a dispute over the succession to the throne.

It seems that the nobles are shrewdly moving as the prince and the princesses gradually set up a confrontation. Up until now, Count Gillette has built a wall with the central political world, but with the ambitious Bianca as the next head of state, the Gillette family's strategic direction will change.

The war that this fragile-looking noble lady will fight will be fierce.

Bianca said with a slightly bitter smile.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. And depending on the circumstances of the palace, it might be away a little longer."

"Ah..."

'A little longer' probably means a yearly prediction.

My brother's military enlistment I've been mentally preparing for a long time... but, unlike entering the military academy, the breakup with Bianca felt quite sudden.

I covered my feelings of loss and told stories that might be helpful.

"Be careful, of the First Prince. Because what you see on the outside and your real personality are very different. The 3rd prince has a brother complex, so try not to provoke him, and the 1st princess has a different meaning from the 1st prince, but she's also quite different inside out, so be careful."

"I will take your advice."

['The Spoiler Inspector' opens his eyes.]

Oh, this much is okay. Please cut me some slack.

Because of someone's watchful eye, there was nothing more I could tell Bia. Instead, I rummaged through my satchel.

"And this...I was originally going to give it to you on your birthday, but I will give it to you now."

"Hair decoration?"

"Yes."

What I pulled out was a hairpin made of red corsage with jewels.

"Pretty. It looks like a camellia flower."

Of course, it's not just an ordinary accessory that's just pretty.

It was obtained by paying a large amount of money at the cash shop, and it was described as 'The accessory used by the legendary femme fatale'.

It was also practical. Wearing it will increase charm.

"It will be useful in the social world. Make a lot of friends since you are going there, Bia."

"I only need you."

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' is deeply touched.]

['The World-building God' drags 'The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' while asking why he's here instead of doing QA.]

(Note: QA= Quality Control)

"Don't say that, Bia. You have to get along with others, too."

"Yes..."

"After you get to know them well, introduce them to me."

"I will try."

Just like that, Bianca also left for Wilhelon, the capital of the kingdom.

It was when I desperately thought I needed something to focus on to forget the vacancy my brother and best friend left.

The transmigrator's support system, as always, was well-timed.

[System From now on, maintenance for a large-scale content update of the 'Transmigrator Support System' is underway.]

Oh, finally!

It was large, so it took a long time to update. In proportion to the wait, my expectations grew even greater.

With a pounding heart, I looked at the system screen.

So, the content finally released is...!

[Announcement 'Tower of Trials Update'

Heroes transmigrated from another world! What is your limit! Prove your infinite strength by challenging the top floor of the tower!]

"Wow!"

There you go! This is it!

Tutorials are the best.

['The World-building God' says this is a masterpiece.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' says that usually, the 100th floor is the top floor, but because you are an OP, he had to build up to the 300th floor.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' caress the eyeballs that almost fell out during QA.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' has announced that they will make a balance patch based on your attack.]

The gods of the development headquarters said one thing after another and disappeared for a get-together dinner party.

What's going on? Why are you suddenly shouting cheers?

"Agnes, let's go training. My lord gave a training ground for me."

A whole training ground?

"Yes. It's because he's very generous."

Then, suddenly, an important question came to mind.

'Wait a minute, World God! Just one urgent question!'

['The World-building God' asks what's going on.]

'I'm asking you just in case. Once I enter the tower, I won't be able to get out until I conquer the top floor, right?'

How many towers are known to imprison the challenger? I couldn't be disrespectful to my parents because I went in to get stronger and disappeared for nothing!

Fortunately, World God took my worries away.

['The World-building God' says that there is no such thing as sweet potatoes in this tower.]

['The World-building God' explains that The Tower of Trials is a 24 hours free entry and exit building.]

It was user-friendly because it was part of the 'Transmigrator Support System'.

'Yes, thanks for the reply. Have a nice dinner party!'

Now there is nothing to worry about. I picked up my satchel with a light heart.

It looks like a subspace training ground similar to a dungeon. I'm looking forward to it.

"Right?"

Then let's use a real sword to commemorate the start of actual training.

"Wow! Are you finally allowing me to use a sword-like sword?"

Yes. Your Aura has awakened, you can't carry a training sword forever.

The sword Agnes spoke of meant the loot obtained from the 'Black Salt Desert' dungeon three years ago.

It belonged to my mother, who was the original subjugator, but Mom didn't need it because she mainly uses spears and javelins.

So the sword that became mine, was called Europe.

I finally pulled out what had stayed in the corner of my satchel for a long time. Europe was a sword with a glazed, silvery-blue blade.

After wearing Europe around my waist and tying my long hair up, I was finally prepared.

"Come on, Agnes."

[System Do you want to go to the 'Tower of Trials Entrance'?]

Yes!

A white light enveloped me.

'Sigh, The Saintess...'

Clovis Argent, a young and handsome blonde paladin of The Vatican, sighed.

He was the real son of Cardinal Vesalius Argent and as the leader of the Knights Templar, he was indeed a promising paladin.

But he is now, very much likely, about to leave a blemish on his career.

It has been three years since the Knights Templars were tasked with the search for a Saintess.

He searched the entire continent, but could not find a clue about her.

'Were you stuck in the dungeon all along? How come it feels like there's no divine power at all?'

Nevertheless, a Saint's vessel of grace is one that reached the limits of human beings, and at the same time, that presence would have become more distinct.

Every time he returned to The Vatican, he hoped to escape from the nagging of the cardinals who were still arguing why he had not found the Saintess yet.

"'Strict order and Goodwill', please give me the opportunity to meet the Saintess you have hidden."

Soon after he stood up, straightened his bent knees, and drew a holy sign.

"Brother."

"Ah, Thesilid. Were you here?"

"Yes."

Thesilid Argent, a boy with special silvery hair who proved God's blessing, was behind him. The two share the same Argent surname, but blood was not mixed.

Cardinals were often attached as godmothers or godfathers to the Sacred Sheep. Thesilid was given the surname Argent because Clovis' father played the role.

Being a godfather was only nominal. After all, the Ministry of Education took full responsibility for the care of the Sacred Sheep, who were orphans.

Cardinals also did not take responsibility for their godchildren.

Because The Vatican's treatment of stigmata was nothing more than nurturing a public good for the salvation of the world.

Clovis was no different in such a desolate environment.

Whenever Clovis returned to The Vatican, meeting Thesilid's face briefly was almost the only point of contact they had. Just like now.

"You were ordained a paladin last winter. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I heard that the Sacred Sheep were reorganized as a member of the Templar's Offices in the Heretic Judgment Bureau. Are you starting your outdoor activities now?"

"It has already started. We have completed three missions so far."

"Already? What was the mission?"

"It was a dungeon subjugation."

For the past two weeks, they have been traveling around the country and subjugating two B-class dungeons and one A-class dungeon. From the very beginning, the difficulty level was rather high.

The subjugation squad consisted of stigmata, including Thesilid, and four apprentice healers. They were all inexperienced and overcame many dangerous challenges.

In particular, when they had to fight the boss because they were stuck at a dead-end in an A-class dungeon, Thesilid almost carried it alone.

He briefly recalled the time when he faced the black dragon alone with the wounded subjugation squad members in the cliff cave.

It was very difficult to fight without heals on a thin rock bridge connecting both ends of a cliff.

'I wish I had a healer that I could use.'

It seems that Thesilid's habit of mouth, which did not stop throughout the original work, started from this time.

"Then what's the next mission?"

"The day after tomorrow, I leave to cleanse the Agoni area and spread the word of god among the native people there."

Clovis raised and lowered his eyebrows in a swift movement, but the act itself was caught in Thesilid's eyes.

"Um, if it's Agoni...It's adjacent to the Ragneif Magic Republic. If you find any clues about the Saintess in there, let me know."

"I will."

"Okay."

As always, it seemed like they had enough conversation. It was when Thesilid silently bowed and tried to turn around.

"Wait, Thesilid."

"Do you have something to say?"

"How much do you know about the Agoni region?"

It seemed that there was something about that region, as he had a dubious reaction earlier.

"I heard that the damage caused by the dungeon burst a long time ago made it an unrecovered land."

"It's a den of heretics."

"..."

"If the missionary mission fails, you will know the next discipline to be applied by the rules of the Church."

"..."

Thesilid's fingertips trembled. Clovis, noticing his agitation, nailed in a strong tone.

"Since you have been selected as a member of the Heresy Judgment Bureau, you have the right to excommunicate from now on. The excommunicated have no human rights, and killing them is not murder. Heed my words and do not hesitate to obey God and the Church."

"..."

Thesilid rolled his eyes instead of answering.

A denomination that worships the one and the only God.

Because of that, Thesilid sometimes felt that his god was not 'Strict order and Goodwill' but rather only 'Strict order'.

Order, discipline, doctrine, and rules were more important than good.

The special stigma engraved on the inside of his left arm was proof of the same context.

"I'll be on my way."

He was already used to swallowing the things he wanted to say.

Thesilid showed his courtesy again, turned around, and exited the chapel. Dark shadows persistently followed his steps as he walked down the long corridor.

Thesilid, who will be walking the sweet potato road in earnest, had a dark expression on his face as if he had predicted his future.

I opened my eyes to the smell of grass and the gentle breeze.

A magnificent tower standing on a vast meadow greeted me. The high top was obscured by the sun's rays of light that burned the retina.

I stood in front of a huge iron gate and a friendly note was attached.

[Descent Banned!]

Still, I did not intend to use cheat codes. I had to fight with my own skills.

I opened the iron door and as soon as I entered the antique interior.

Koo!

The iron gate closed by itself, blocking any escape route.

[System You have entered the 'Tower of Trials 1st floor'. Watch your surroundings.]

Straight into battle. I like it.

I focused on my hearing while waiting for my eyes to adjust to the increasingly dimmed light.

'Signs of presence...there's only one.'

It looks like a one-on-one because this is a low floor.

It's coming, cadet Ellet.

Hearing Agnes' warning, I reached out to Europe.

Thud! Boom! Boom!

A heavy enough weight to pass vibrations in the foundation of the floor. The enemy was slowly approaching.

An unidentified enemy approached the torch-lit area.

And finally, I saw the terrible boss on the first floor...!

Moolkung! Moolkung!

[System Tower of Trials 1st floor boss, 'Cute and pretty slime' has appeared!]

Moolkung! Moolkung! Moolkung! Moolkung!

A slime the size of a large cushion shook its sky-blue pudding-like body, threatening me. It looked like nothing but dancing around.

The embodied Agnes covered her mouth with both hands.

Oh my, what should I do? So cute...!

Pooch!

I put aura on Europe and cut the slime with a single slash. Hm! As expected of a famous sword.

"Let's go up, Agnes."

...

"What's wrong?"

You really value efficiency.

"Thanks for the compliment."

The loot was retrieved from a pool of sticky sap. There were plenty of ingredients to make alchemy coagulants. This is quite good.

I went straight up the stone steps to the next floor.

[System Tower of Trials 2nd floor boss, 'Lumpy Poisonous Spore Mushroom' has appeared!]

Pussack!

Kueek!

Mushrooms burst and spores fell like sleet from all directions. If left alone in contact with the body they could cause poisoning.

"Detox."

I also need to raise my Holy Power skill level.

"Come on, to the next floor!"

[System Tower of Trials 3rd floor boss, 'Hungry man-eating plant Nepenthes' has appeared!]

Whoops!

A huge tulip with tentacle roots shattered into pieces.

"Hmm, is this the difficulty of climbing the stairs up to the 300th floor? Well, next."

[System The 4th floor boss of the Tower of Trials, 'A vicious Ogre' has appeared!]

Slash!

"Ugh. Mammals are a first, this could be seen as stomach training. Next."

[System Tower of Trials 5th floor boss, 'Skull knight crazed by resentment' has appeared!]

"Oh, undead? He could be killed with heal. Come on... Oh, he's not coming. It must be scared because of the passive 'Notoriety that resonates in the underworld'. Seems like my side has to go, Heal! Heal! Heal!"

Kii-Kiiieik!

"May you sleep peacefully under the name of God. Then on the next floor."

It was roughly like that.

As the kids who looked like bosses came out but died in one hit, the time to climb the stairs was longer than the time to kill the boss. The most successful place, however, was the 15th floor.

[System The Tower of Trials 15th floor boss, 'Infinite Zombie Summoning Circle' has appeared!]

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-hoo!...

"I will stay in here for a while and work out. Healing level will go up a lot."

What kind of Heal do you learn by attacking...

"What do you mean attacking? Attitude is important. I treat zombies as patients and heal them with compassion."

That's not what your face says.

"Patients keep running away. Sheesh, it's not like I can turn off this infamous passive. Hey, stop there!"

Whoo whoo...!

I worked out until the overloaded summoning circle burned down and disappeared and Heal level had just reached 10 after a beautifully successful completed mission.

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

I can't believe you're hungry after dealing with zombies.

During the tutorial, the system reduces the emotional shock I received, so it didn't hurt me much even if I watched a pretty horrendous scene.

If I get used to it visually, I wondered if I would become dull to some extent even after the tutorial was over and the mental barrier was lifted.

I hope so. In order to survive in this world, it seems that training my stomach is essential.

I gave an appropriate reply to Agnes.

"There are no zombies now. After a certain amount of time after the attack is over, the body disappears, so it's really handy."

I sat down in a suitable place on the floor and ate a sandwich.

The menu was a sweet potato salad sandwich and a chicken breast sandwich. Perhaps because of the dry food, I suddenly wondered about someone's well-being.

'Is our Pushover Free Pass doing well?...'

...no way.

He will be rolling over and over again in the sweet potato field, before the beginning of the original work, to build up the heartbreaking background history of the protagonist.

I'm stuck on tutorials and there's nothing I can do for him. I can just try my best to do what I can right now.

After finishing my meal, I shook off my seat and stood up.

"I'll go up to the next floor."

I dashed up by defeating each floor of the tower in a ruthless way.

I think it was a great attack speed.

On the first day alone, I cleared up to twenty-five floors, on the second day, twenty-two, on the third day, eighteen floors, on the fourth day, fifteen floors, on the fifth day, ten floors, on the sixth day, seven floors.

So on the seventh day...

Kiiieehhh...!

Woohoo!

The half-human half-beast harpy, whose wings were cut off, plummeted to the floor. When I saw it wriggling in the middle of a pool of blood, I decided to show mercy.

Pusch.

I put Europe into the harpy's vital point and turned it at a right angle.

[System congratulations! You defeated the 100th floor boss of the Tower of Trials, 'Raging Harpy'.]

It was when I was looting over the corpse of the boss.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' is crying because an OP climbed to the 100th floor in a week!]

'I'm pretty good, right?'

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' says that it was just a tutorial so far, but the real Tower of Trials starts on the 101st floor.]

'I see. I'll look forward to it.'

As always, I climbed the stone steps to go to the next floor.

The structure of the tower was simple. If you go up the stone stairs that seem to surround the rim of the tower, you will see an iron gate leading to the next floor. Behind the iron gate was a gym-size hall, and the boss was always waiting in the center of it to welcome me warmly.

However, this formula was broken on the 101st floor.

Twitetete!

When I opened the iron door, a forest appeared. It was too big to be an indoor garden and I could even see the sky.

From the 101st floor, the battlefield appears to be transformed into a special environment. It's like a dungeon.

"Uh, well, it's nice to see the sunlight after a long time."

It was a shame that we only fought on a well-polished floor of a training gym, but this worked out quite well. You should fight in places where various terrain features are different.

The boss on the 101st floor was the Magma Golem in the middle of the volcano. I was able to encounter the boss only after untimely mountain climbing. As the architect said, I felt the jump in difficulty from the 101st floor. I couldn't finish it like I used to.

Agnes showed off her skills as an instructor.

Keep your view wide. You can't look back during battle. You have to figure out the terrain of the place you are fighting in by shifting your point of view.

It's better to have on hands experience. Let's use this terrain. The more cunning and agile the enemy, the better indirect attack works. Try deflecting the whip at the obstacle.

As a model cadet, I diligently followed Agnes' instructions.

"Whoa, haha..., ha..."

When I finally caught the boss, I was completely exhausted. All I could do was stand on top of the cooled magma golem with Europe cleaved on it.

You did a great job, Ellet.

"This... Is this what an A-level boss looks like?"

Yes.

It meant that this one was on the same level as Ardiman.

At that time, I used Descent and made Ardiman almost die with only one ultimate skill. I realized once again how deceitful Descent was.

'No wonder the penalty was also fatal.'

As I went upstairs, the attack speed gradually slowed down, and I could attack only one or two floors a day.

After a month had passed, it became difficult to clear even one floor a day.

After the seasons changed and I broke through the 200th floor, it was only possible to clear a floor in three or four days after making several attempts.

The attack period gradually increased. One a week, one every ten days, one every fortnight... ...Sometimes it was one a month.

That's how much I've grown. In particular, the ranking rose a lot thanks to the high level of Holy skill.

The seasons cycled and the year changed twice.

It was the summer of my fifteen years of age.

The day I succeeded in clearing the 265th floor I smiled with satisfaction and tried to activate the healing skill on a scratched wound.

[System Basic skill 'Healing Lv.60 (+10)' is activated.]

It's a great level. Now, there is no shortage of places to go as a bonafide healer. This was even a pretty decent level that was purely raised by actual practice and hard work.

The necklace rang.

It's overwhelming compared to the other skills. The sacrifices of the undead were valuable.

"It was a noble sacrifice."

But can I be honest with you?

"Of course. We are that much closer after all."

You and Healer don't quite match. No matter how I look at it, you are an attacking type.

"Well, didn't I tell you that my hope for the future is 'a useful healer'? That's why I choose to awaken the divine power first."

Really? I can't believe it.

I smiled happily and looked up at the blue sky on the 265th floor. It felt like I wanted to shout something like.

'Are you watching, Pushover Free Pass!'

I raised the level like this to heal you.

It was a time when I was happy.

By the way.

Suddenly, Agnes embodied herself in front of me with divine light. Her face had been erased of playfulness.

I think the time has come, Ellet.

"Yes."

I also took a serious attitude and posture.

Coming here, my growth was not limited to the divine power. Especially today, there has been a big change for me.

Agnes opened her mouth in the most solemn atmosphere.

I'll ask you again. Cadet Ellet, do you still want to learn the Whip Sword?

"Yes, Agnes."

I have reached the level of an aura Expert, the minimum standard for beginning to learn The Whip Sword technique.

[System Your ranking changes. Current Rank: 52nd (▲51)]

As the heat in my core was captured, the rankings rose sharply. It seemed that the system finally recognized me as a person with dual abilities.

[Quest Achievement of 'Compulsory education time for a wise transmigrated life (for S-class transmigrators)'.]

[System This quest can be completed and rewarded when the tutorial ends. Keep your rank in the top 100 until the end of the tutorial.]

It's not bad. I need this quest to remain so I can keep checking my ranking.

'There are people I want to compare with.'

Agnes smiled before my eyes.

Welcome, now you are my cadet and disciple.

"I will do my best, Master!"

I took out a whip sword for training that I had prepared earlier as I shouted loudly.

Agnes ordered the training in the dungeons inside the Tower to be suspended for a while so I could focus on training in whip sword fencing, footwork, and meditation.

I steadily followed, mastering the techniques, building up aura, and laying a solid foundation.

At the time Agnes and Ellet were forming their bonds as master and pupil, Thesilid was in a place full of crosses, like a cemetery.

"..."

A blood-stained, torn white uniform fluttered in the wind. With each breath he took, the air mixed with ashes bitterly filled his lungs.

Suddenly, sparks rose from various places into the dark blue sky.

A-class dungeon, 'The execution site of living sacrifices'.

On the iron crosses that filled the hillside, silhouettes that looked like human beings hung one by one.

It was a trace that people who got caught up in the dungeon sink had been used as sacrifices in the devil's ritual.

Those victims were heretics.

The Church never gave burial to the dead who were not baptized by 'Strict order and Goodwill.'

The bodies of the victims hanging on the Iron Crosses will flow into the Demon Realm's garbage dump as soon as the dungeon is closed.

In fact, he could have saved them. If only The Vatican had approved the entry into the dungeon a day earlier.

But now, it's nothing but useless regret.

Thesilid closed his eyes. All he could do after lowering his sword was pray for their soul.

Kugugugung!

The white giant monster fell and a cloud of dust rose. Although visibility was not secured for a long time, I put my training whip-sword in its sheath.

A message popped up with the click of the metal parts coming together.

[System Congratulations! You defeated the 275th floor boss of the Tower of Trials, 'The undead Boned-Dragon'.]

It was easy to catch. That's really great.

"It should be easy. In the meantime, we have already caught ten dragons."

The ten floors that I climbed after becoming an Aura Expert were the Dragon Slayer special training section.

Fire Dragon, Ice Dragon, Light Dragon, Darkness Dragon, Poison Dragon, Mountain Dragon, etc.

Since I've caught all of the demon dragons by attribute, I knew almost all the existing dragons' weaknesses.

The undead demon dragon was nothing to me.

Indeed, you've only been catching dragons for a year already.

"I know, right."

Architect...isn't it a bit too much to use ten consecutive bosses like this?

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' coughs in vain.]

Well, wouldn't the end be almost in sight if even the dead dragon was already revived and recycled as an undead dragon?

I decided to think positively.

You need to loot, Ellet.

"Oops."

The bones and dust clouds had just subsided. I went into the ribs of the Undead Dragon and picked up the item.

"There's an alchemy material and one skill book...Oh, no weapons."

That's too bad.

"Hey, why don't you give me a weapon? It's already on the 275th floor. I think it's about time for the Tower of Trials to give me a whip-sword."

Instead of a whip-sword for training, I wanted to have one that I could use.

While grumbling, one dubious point came to my realization.

"Huh? These bones are not going away."

After defeating the boss in the Tower of Trials, the body would disappear after a certain period of time.

However, the bones of the Undead Dragon showed no sign of disappearing as if they had assimilated into the surrounding environment.

I tried to break the relatively stout dragon's forelimb bones. Of course, it was still bigger than my body.

The forelimb bones that boated delicate finger joints did not disappear even though they were separated from the main body.

"Wow, I can take this!"

Huh? What are you going to do with it?

"Everything has a purpose."

Savoring the joy of getting an unexpected item, I put the bones in my satchel bag.

It was so big that I could only carry one left arm and the tip of the tail, but I think this should be enough.

"I'll go outside for a moment before going up to the 276th floor."

I went out through the exit gate. I was set to arrive in my room via space transition.

It was time to step out of the annex building and walk toward the main building.

Ellet, look over there.

In the middle of the road, I found a very welcomed pink hair.

"Oh, it's my brother. Brother!"

"Eli!"

Frintz, who was attending the military academy, came to the Count's Castle after a long time.

Come to think of it, it was in the middle of summer when cicadas shouted.

"It's summer vacation from today."

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me in advance? I would have waited for you after making something delicious."

"Well, I can come directly with the transfer stone anyway."

I openly eyed Frintz in his cadet uniform. In the few months I haven't seen him, he has grown taller and had an even more handsome face.

Now in the fourth grade. Eighteen-year-old Frintz grew up to show off both as a tall handsome man and a youthful boy.

"But what about the scrond...No, I mean, what about Young Master Romdio? Didn't he come with you?"

"The Young Master has seasonal supplementary study. He must have done poorly on the exam."

"He failed last year, and this year is also precarious."

"That's right."

"Did you do well on the exam? You shouldn't be like Master Romdio."

"You worry about everything."

Frintz responded with a joke to my playful teasing. He stroked my hair and made a mess of it.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' laughs at where in the world such a sweet older brother exists.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' is satisfied with the fact that he has grown into a great Ropan-type older brother.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' suspects unfair application of the right to change the genre.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' says that the transmigrator's sibling is not even a little sister anyway.]

While the gods were discussing the stereotypes of siblings, I continued to talk to my brother.

"But why aren't you telling me your grades? As a little sister who supports my older brother, I think I have the right to see the report card."

"I'm embarrassed. And I always get scholarships, what are you talking about?"

"Hey, vomit out the potions and pills I sent you every semester."

"Gone, gone. Everything became bones and muscles."

We quarreled for a while, and after dinner, we promised to have a duel, and then we parted.

I feel sorry for your brother. As soon as he gets home, he is thrown in a scruff for the household rank by his little sister.

(Note: Agnes uses something like 'Pecking Order'. I looked it up, but with inconclusive finds, I'm guessing it's like the birds in a nest who fight for the best place to receive the food from the mama bird, so the weaker gets pecked to the worst place. )

"It's not ranking. Call it using a sword to show sibling love."

After breaking up with my brother, I headed to the library.

I didn't mean to read books. It was because the entrance to the dungeon farm was right in the corner of the library.

The gate of the dungeon was revealed when a book with a specific title was pulled out.

Stepping inside, a farm that was as well-organized and decorated as a garden unfolded before my eyes.

Clattering? Clattering!

Clattering! Clattering! Clattering!

The working skeletons found me and danced while bumping their jaw. It almost seemed like it meant to welcome me.

There was even a guy who actually welcomed me so I could understand.

The farmer...! The farmer is here...!

After waking up, Helverus moved along the furrow and came to me.

When I threw herbal dregs at the jumping Helverus, he burned them up and deliciously ate them up.

The devil, who was accustomed to preying on things, somehow had a pet-like corner.

"Hello everyone. How have you been?"

Oooh!

Clattering!

"How is the farm situation?"

Epiden rattled for a long time while gesturing. I watched closely for a long time with a serious face. However...

'Sorry. Without Bianca, I can't understand anything.'

Albeit, there was no particular problem.

The herbs are prepared, so go ahead and use them. Right now, they're working on the maintenance of the water reservoir, and when it's finished, we can use the water irrigation channels. A little while ago, everything was finished and freshwater came in.

Thanks to Helverus' interpretation.

"I see. Good work. Is there anything difficult about your work?"

Clatt...ering...

Epiden's gestured and rattling became weak. Unsurprisingly, Helverus told a gloomy story.

I'm worried about Hias and Agapan. Hias broke his arm bone yesterday, and Agapan completely lost one of his leg bones.

"What?"

I quickly looked around the worksite. At the same time, Hias was shoveling with his arm in a splint, and Agapan was struggling to realign his leg bones.

"Oh, I knew it would be like this. I told you not to work too hard."

They wanted to work hard to make a pound...

The skeletons here are more than a few hundred years old and that meant that their bones were that old.

It was not only yesterday or today that they complained of fractures, wear and tear, and osteoporosis. Apparently, the two of them overdid it and something finally broke.

"You guys, come here. I will treat you."

I beckoned to Hias and Agapan kindly, but.

Clattering! Clattering! Clattering!

The two skeletons hugged each other tightly and shook their heads violently.

"What?"

Hold on, are you turning down my favor now?

I was sending out absurd glances, but Helverus blocked my way.

Do-don't do it, farmer...! When it comes to heal, don't do it in Hias and Agapan! Fo-Forgive them! Pl-Please, Helverus will help, I will work hard! Waaa!

"Who said I would use heal? I won't."

Really?! You are not going to dispose of them like trash?

"Am I the devil? I'm not using it, so come here, it's safe."

It was only then that Hias and Agapan reluctantly came before me. They were still shaking though.

"Heavy ho!"

Coogong!

I pulled the Undead Dragon's left arm and part of his tail from the satchel.

After examining them diligently, I pulled out the middle bone and put it on His's arm.

"Okay, this would be perfect."

The middle bone of the undead dragon's hand replaced the broken arm bone.

Parts exchange complete!

Clattering...!

Hias was surprised to see his arm moving well again. After confirming that it was functioning normally, I moved on to the next patient.

"Agapan, yours need some processing."

I took out his leg with worn-out joints, beautifully cut the demon dragon bone with an aura, and put it in a new one.

"Done. Move it."

Tadadadadada!

Agapan began to run through the farm at great speed.

Come to think of it, Hias, who was treated first, returned to the worksite and was shoveling like crazy.

Hias and Agapan say the dragon's energy is rising!

There was even an unintentional spec-up effect. But, I think it's good, right?

Oh my. I didn't know a demon dragon's bones energy could be this useful.

Agnes was also impressed.

"The other skeletons should come too. You, too, have been in the same body for hundreds of years, so you must be creaking and squealing around."

Clattering! Clattering!

The skeletons that had shining sockets in their skulls, flocked around, chattering about their painful areas.

Helverus immediately went into the interpreter role.

Aster backbone is sore...Bello's left hips is...

I repeated the process of disassembling the bones one by one, replacing them with new parts, and assembling them.

It felt like being a skeleton's doctor.

['The World-building God' is moved by the appearance of a true healer who heals even the undead.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' complains that the unconditional belief in the follower makes her cringe.]

Clattering! Clattering! Clattering!

When everyone is very grateful for the farmer!

"Really? It feels good to see you happy."

But farmer, you know...

"Yes?"

I looked back at Helverus without much thought.

Everyone got a present, but what about Helverus? There's nothing for me?

"Ah..."

There's none...?

Water vapor that made a pushy-like sound spewed up, and the shape of Helverus became flat like a pancake.

Ugh. This is what a Hellfire looks like when it weeps loudly!

Ellet, it's so cute, how about giving it something. Huh?

The question was what to give and before I could even roll my head.

That's too much, Farmer...you forget only Helverus's gift...

"No, no, there is!"

Really?!

"Yes, really. Wait a minute."

I was able to think of something to give as a gift in time. I rummaged through the satchel and pulled out what was tucked away in a corner.

Ta-daa!

A heart-shaped fiery ruby appeared.

The item came out after catching the Fire Demon Dragon on the 273th floor. The heart of the Fire Demon Dragon.

"Here."

It's the same fire type, so I thought it would be okay. I leaned forward and peeked at Helverus's reaction.

...!

The sparkle in his flames grew stronger.

Th-this is...!

"Do you know what it is?"

Fire Dragon! Fire Dragon's Heart! If I eat this, Helverus's gets stronger! Is this really Helverus's gift?!

"Yes. It's yours."

Fa-farmer...!

"Yes?"

The farmer is the best! I love the farmer!

Whoops!

That day, for the first time, I saw Helverus bursting into the sky like fireworks. I think it's a reaction when he's delighted.

Helverus, who returned to its original state, swallowed the heart of the Fire Dragon.

His flames grew in size and let out steam.

Kuhoo.

"What do you think? Do you also have the energy of a dragon?"

Hmm...I don't know yet. Helverus will take a long time to digest this...

"Looks like you're overeating."

Whoaa, Helverus is so sleepy that I can't stay awake...Farmer...I can't fight sleep...

"It's okay. Good night."

I scooped up Helverus with a shovel and carried it to the furnace.

"Then I will be on my way. Good job everyone."

Clattering! Clattering! Clattering!

I left the dungeon with the skeletons seeing me off.

Now that the business is over, I have to follow the original schedule again.

"Let's go, Agnes."

[System Do you want to go to the entrance to the 276th floor of the Tower of Trials?]

Time to challenge the next boss.

As soon as I opened the arch-shaped iron door and entered, a new environment greeted me.

Koworoung!

As the black volcano roared, a red, blackish eruption exploded. It soared to the gray skies and then rained down across the field.

Protecting my body with a barrier, I watched the black volcano.

The middle part of the volcano was hollow. Soon there appeared a reptile with golden bat wings.

[System The 276th floor boss of the Tower of Trials, The Greedy Lord Dragon, Empire, has appeared!]

Kyooannnnghhhhhh!

The air around the area trembled at the terrifying roar. But Agnes and I were apathetic.

The demon dragons always greet with a loud mouth. I'm sick of it.

"Let's hang in there. The boss this time is called a Lord, so if we catch this, the Demon Dragon series might end for good."

The Dragon Lord found me. Eyes with pupils torn vertically were tinged with greed.

You foolish human, you came here on your own feet to expand this Lord Empire's collection! If you give me all the precious things you have, I will take your life away without much suffering!

(Note: Just in case, the Lord Dragon's name is really Empire. lol)

"What do you mean?"

I was dumbfounded by the burglar-like choice of words, but I saw a mysterious scene.

From the hole where the lower part of the demon dragon's body was buried, things believed to be gold and treasures were falling down.

Oh my, that hole is a Dragon's Lair. That's where it put his collectibles.

It has a cute hobby, just like a squirrel.

"Right."

It was then. A very welcome message appeared.

[System The Tower of Trials guerrilla event quest will begin.]

[Quest Lord Dragon Slayer (Difficulty: S)brA special event is prepared for you, who has no luck with items! Defeat the boss and loot what you want.

Reward: Select 1 item from the Boss lair.]

One item option? That means...

"Whip sword!"

Right! I thought it was around time for the Tower to finally drop a whip sword!

Oh my, you surprised me! What's wrong with you all of a sudden?

"Agnes, don't you think there should be at least one whip sword that I like in that demon dragon's lair?"

Oh, that's right. It's a treasure trove of a Lord Dragon, there must have been a collection of famous swords, right?

"Good!"

My eyes burned with enthusiasm, and my training whip sword burned white with aura.

"Here we go!"

Both of my legs kicked the ground hard.

While Ellet was practicing in the Tower of Trials, Thesilid fulfilled his mission as a stigmata.

This time, the stigmata were dispatched to El Torine, one of the major cities of the kingdom. It was a coastal city with many wealthy merchants.

An S-class dungeon sink occurred there. It was a disaster that would normally have taken hundreds of lives, but El Torine was lucky.

The name of the dungeon was 'Sky Fortress of the Fallen Heaven'.

The sky was the main stage. As if to match this, the sinkhole appeared several kilometers above the ground, so the ground was relatively safe.

Merchants rejoiced thinking that this was all thanks to their usual large donations.

Although the disaster was avoided, the subjugation had to proceed.

The huge sinkhole that tore the sky was still open because it could not suck in its prey.

Through the bizarre hole, a bewitching purple sky and a black floating fortress could be seen.

El Torine's city council requested the Vatican to dispatch troops, and the denomination immediately sent a subjugation squad consisting of stigmata, three holy knights, and healers.

The subjugation went smoothly. Since more than a hundred people were involved, even an S-class boss could not last long. The Fallen Angel, the master of the Sky Fortress, was executed with holy stakes piercing its six pairs of wings.

The problem occurred when closing.

"W-why is that?!"

"No way, is it going to fall?!"

The sky fortress, which people thought to be permanently anchored in the purple sky, began to fall at a terrifying speed towards the gate.

It was a kind of self-destruct mode.

At this rate, the wealthy commercial city would suffer damage equivalent to a meteorite impact.

"Oh, pl-please do something, paladins! This will turn my house into a wasteland!"

"Even if you say that the dungeon has already been closed..."

"Wait, then, are you going to just keep watching? For what will you use the holy power you saved until now? At least hurry up and make a barrier around my house!"

"It's no use. As long as you don't deploy an ultimate barrier with an 8-level divine power..."

"Heck! Do you think I make donations to hear that?! These incompetent things!"

The merchants of El Torine got angry and broke the space transition stone to run away.

However, the citizens were not like the wealthy people who carried always carried a stone by default. Most of the stranded citizens felt hopeless at the intuition of certain death.

Then someone climbed the roof of the bell tower. It was Thesilid, a paladin with graceful hair and a holy white uniform.

'Since closing has started, the durability of the fortress must be very low. It's worth a try.'

He had reached the level of an Aura Expert.

In addition, he had bishop-level divine power that was raised by strictly following 'The Commandments of the Seven Holy Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins.'

He raised both powers to the limit and activated them simultaneously. The combination of Aura and Divine Power took place.

"The Siege Spear."

A huge lance made of sacred aura rushed towards the gate. The moment when the pole of light that seemed to burn the retina reached the sky fortress.

Kwagwagwagwang!

The building of the devil, which was penetrated by the ultimate anti-aircraft skill, was shattered.

Thanks to this, El Torine avoided the fate of being devastated leaving only an empty crater in its place.

However, the city was not without damage. It was because there was nothing anyone could do until the fragments of the sky fortress fell.

Buildings in the city collapsed and burned with debris that fell like rain. There were no casualties, but property damage was severe.

Following that, the El Torine City Council and the Vatican's government bureaucrats, who usually fuss over money issues, steamed the sweet potato to a crispy state.

The two groups treated the fortress fall and the fortress fragments fall as separate events.

In other words, it was true that Thesilid prevented the destruction of the city, but it was also true that his actions triggered a catastrophic rain of debris. In addition to the fact that he did not wait for orders from his superiors and acted according to his will, Thesilid was disciplined.

As a result, upon returning to the Vatican, Thesilid suffered from hearings and was ordered to fast and repent for three days, pray for penitence for a week, and stay in prison for another fortnight.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Visitors came to the penance room, which was nothing more than a detention center.

It was two of his few friends, Hestio and Ephael.

"Why won't I be?"

In his calm voice, Hestio ran his hands through his black hair, not hiding his annoyance.

"Even if you are being treated like this after doing a great job?"

"Think of it as a medal of honor."

"Ha, really..."

"Hey, Hestio. He's that type of guy. Better just let it go."

"Yes, I almost forgot it for a second. Thanks for letting me know, Ephael."

"..."

Thesilid once again looked back at his personality. The current situation had absolutely nothing to do with the 'The Commandments of the Seven Holy Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins.', which had always constrained him.

It was the result of acting solely according to his beliefs, and he did not feel bad because he was really honest in making that choice.

It was not that he was unaware of the evils of the bureaucracy.

He just thought that maybe 'strict order and goodness' recognized the situation and gave him discipline accordingly.

That was when Thesilid was trying to self-objectify.

Hestio and Ephael rummaged through their arms, pulled out something, and handed it over the metal grids.

"Hurry up and take it."

"This..."

It was rye bread and milk. It was hidden for him, who could not drink a sip of water for three days as a punishment.

Thesilid blankly looked down at them.

"What? Are you not going to eat it because the rules are important?"

Hestio's tone of voice showed his annoyance, but there was a strong sense of fear that Thesilid would refuse the food.

Thesilid laughed a little.

"No, I'll take it, thank you."

"...I thought I'd force it into your mouth if you refused. Well, hurry up and put it on your mouth."

Both watched while Thesilid was eating and Hestio sniffed out words of encouragement that might help Thesilid digest.

"Don't be too down. No one can deny that you saved people."

"That's right. If the El Torine City Council didn't make a fuss, the Vatican wouldn't even do this..."

"Ah, well, Ephael. That's not quite true."

"No?"

Hestio had a personality that he had to perfectly distinguish both right and wrong before setting down any type of conflict. Still, the flow of conversation changed to a story that interrupted Thesilid's digestion.

"The Vatican must have been taking this opportunity to take it out on you."

"Taking it out? On Thesilid?"

"Yes. I want you to listen carefully. It's not the first time Thesilid has disregarded the discipline of the Order and acted independently, isn't it?"

"That's right. In particular, it wasn't something unusual for every heresy judgment we came across."

Thesilid responded with honest flinching and Hestio looked directly at him with a sigh.

"Isn't that the truth? You are probably the only one among the stigmata who has never killed a heretic."

"... "

Of course, it was not something that could last forever. Thesilid's eyes darkened.

The tutorial period went by quickly amidst the repeated day-to-day routine.

When the tenth fall came after I had transmigrated, I succeeded in clearing the 297th floor of the Tower of Trials. Now there were only three floors left.

It's been six and a half years since the Tower of Trials was updated.

Except for attending Frintz's graduation ceremony at the Military Academy earlier this year, I almost lived in the tower.

Thanks to my sincere closed training, I made it to the top 10 strongest on the continent.

I also perfectly mastered the unique skills and footwork of the whip sword that Agnes taught me and learned how to operate a special aura from my mother.

It is said to be a method of "conversation" handed down from generation to generation through the Hispenril family, but to be more precise, it was a method of torture.

When I returned to the room after finishing the production of alchemy goods, the full moon was floating in the middle of the sky outside the window.

After washing up, I dried my wet hair and stood in front of the mirror.

My face, just coming of age, was reflected in the glass-lined with mercury.

Looking at the long pink hair, dense facial features, and the peridot-colored pupils in the straight eyes...

'Hm, indeed a beauty.'

I'm so satisfied I want to support the tip of my chin with my index finger and thumb.

['The World-building God' is proud that you have grown so well.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' says that it's the average appearance of a Transmigrator.]

['The Creative Business Manager' sighs and says that it's regrettable that they cannot sell the right to change appearance due to high-quality standardization.]

Facing my growth in the mirror, it becomes clear that a lot of time has passed.

"There are six months left."

Until the beginning of the original only half a year remains.

['The Spoiler Inspector' complains that as soon as the tutorial is over, you will run like an unbridled foal and sighs at the thought of the destruction of the original.]

['The World-building God' yells for the inspector to stop talking about the original.]

While World God stopped the Inspector's nagging, I sharpened my sword.

I was very careful with my hand when I touched my sword, which was decorated with gold and light blue on a white background.

This sword was called Serpens, the whip sword obtained by beating the 276th floor Boss.

I stayed at the Lair of the Greedy Lord Dragon for three days and three nights and choose this one after much consideration. It prided itself on being the best sword in existence among the whip swords.

"Hehehe."

I couldn't even hide the laughter that came out of me. The cross pendant rang and Agnes asked a question to confirm with me.

Did you say that you can finally leave the Count's Castle after half a year?

"Yes."

What are you going to do when you leave?

"Pushover...No, we need to find Thesilid first, right?"

Oh, do you want to see him that much? Is he your first love?

"It's not like that."

As soon as he returns, he's doomed to be killed by the Last Boss, so I have to find him quickly and give him a lot of healing.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' likes the plan to meet the most handsome man in the world.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' said that you already have Bianca...]

Yes. Stop it.

"I have to go to bed early to climb the Tower tomorrow."

I turned off the light and crawled into the blanket.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' says it's okay to take a little break now.]

Have I been running too hard? I have never seen the Architect who is serious about physical training actually recommend a break.

'I must quickly conquer the 300th floor and prepare to go out to the County.'

I closed my eyes after showing a firm will. It was already past midnight, so I quickly fell asleep.

It must be dawn over there.

Did he, who was having a rough time even before returning, fall asleep well?

I fell asleep, hoping that he had a good dream.

"..."

He stood alone in the canyon under the pouring rain.

The shadow of a man, who had managed to hold on with his sword in the ground, eventually collapsed.

The cold and sharp raindrops fell on his body that was lying on the floor, drenched in muddy water.

There were corpses all over the place. It was just too big of a number to be found in a B-grade dungeon. The summoning circle of an unknown demon drawn in the center of the canyon was also not something to be seen in a B-grade dungeon.

However, the known information was that of a normal B-grade dungeon, and the Vatican dispatched Thesilid alone to this 'Valley of Heresy. As a result...

Thesilid raised his arm and covered his eyes. The devil whispered in his ear, making him grit his teeth.

Look at the corpses of heretics. Everything is your work.

"..."

The Vatican will be proud to welcome you back. It was an achievement worthy of praise, you prevented the ceremony of expanding the Demon King's Domain by annihilating the heretics that were entering and leaving the dungeon, isn't it?

"..."

So, how does it feel to be a hero? Dear child of 'Strict order and Goodwill'.

Thesilid spoke like a spit.

"...Shut up."

The stigma in his arm was hot. In the midst of this, the divine power that steadily fell according to the Seven Deadly Sins was the culmination of contradiction.

Thesilid removed the arm that had been covering his eyelids. Eyes as cold as the frozen North Sea stared into the air.

"I will kill you, Carpeus."

The demon called by name laughed.

The owner of Sanarak and the second-highest Demon King in the demon world, Carpeus, responded.

(Note: Changed from Demon Lord to Demon King, because there are other 'Lord' ranks, like Count Orsche.)

Try it, silver

Chapter 13. Architect, please write an apology letter brbr

A sea of fog spread out in all directions.

The sailboat I was riding in made its way through the calm waters of a windless sea. I focused on the sensations of my surroundings.

A blurred vision, the sound of rippling water. Fishy moisture touches the body and an unpleasant dense mist, as if someone's breath was being sucked in with taken breath.

'It's coming.'

Something strange happened in the calm sea. Raging waves crashed in all directions but not because of the wind.

I held out inside the boat for a while, being baptized in salt water for a long time.

Feeling the calming current, I lifted my head. A huge shadow shone in the mist.

Whoops.

The ruler of the misty sea looked down at me with empty eyes.

It was the upper body of a beautiful giant woman. There were fins where her ears should have been, and traces of scales all over her skin. Holding a huge harp in her arms reminded me of a Seiren. So, it was not hard to imagine that the lower body hidden in the water was similar to that of a mermaid...

Kuwagwagwagwang!

Her lower body vibrates and writhes while mercilessly hitting the water surface. It was the body of an endlessly long snake.

Her name is 'Cursed Undine Ciel'. She was the boss on the 298th floor of the Tower of Trials.

(Note: I'm not sure if it's Wounded, Undead or Undine, but I choose Undine because it makes more sense.)

At her tail, the sea began to run wild.

Ellet.

"Don't worry, Agnes."

I held onto the mast and withstood the current. It was fortunate that there was a boat that can't be turned upside down provided by default in this field.

Of course, balancing was up to me. But thanks to this, I have been specially trained on my sense of balance over the past two months.

Kugugugung! Kugugung!

As soon as the tsunami was over, a wriggling body attacked from all directions. The tail was thick enough for three adults to hug together. It was meant to thoroughly crush me.

"..."

I can't lose the boat. I jumped first and approached Undine Ciel.

Shwiiii!

Avoiding the chain attacks of the Boss that was trying to wrap her tail around and hit me, I climbed on the wriggling body as a stepping stone.

Another part of her body came upon me again.

Koo-cram!

I blew the attack off with Serpens. Thick scales cracked from the body scratched by the blade.

Kyieeee!

Undine Ciel tried to smack me out of her body. I tumbled backward to avoid it, but a mishap happened.

Kwaduck!

"Ah, damn."

The 'non-overturning boat' broke.

Again?

"Let's continue."

What are you going to do?

"There is a way. Watch."

I stepped on a piece of plank that floated to the surface and gently stood up. Undine Ciel, who opened the distance, held her harp.

Ahhh-!

The singer of the deep sea started playing her performance. Undine Ciel was a magical beast. The classification of her family was the Sono-Mancer, a creature who controls sounds.

I dealt with it immediately.

"Blessings of Protection."

[System Intermediate skill 'Blessings of Protection Lv.18 (+10)' is activated.]

The auxiliary skill level was on the low side, but it was enough to protect my ears when combined with the power of Aura inside my body. In the first place, shel wasn't attacking my eardrums.

[System Warning. The 'Tsunami of destruction' is coming.]

A huge wall of water rose high enough to cover even the sky.

"Ha...This Sister is using this skill again."

I glanced around. A situation in which only the fragments of the wrecked boat were floating around.

It is a very unfavorable condition for life who walks the earth to have nowhere to set foot. Only wizards can float in the air.

I broke out in cold sweat and poured out my regrets.

"Oh, come one. If only Descent could be used."

Breathe in first.

"Yes. Hubub!"

KwakKwakKwak!

The natural disaster summoned by Undine Ciel engulfed me. The force that seems to destroy everything hit the whole area. It was powerful enough to turn the fragments of the ship into powder.

The moment my body was swept away, I saw Undine Ciel smiling as if she had known of her victory.

But she won't be able to keep a smile after the tsunami clears.

Swaaa...

Above the water surface where the tsunami has subsided, peace has been restored. I leisurely 'walked' on the floor.

Tap. Tap.

The boss had an astonished expression. It was understandable because under my feet was a silver wall. It was the ultimate skill 'Mercury's Barrier'.

Can you use a barrier like this?

Mercury's barrier boasted a majestic silvery Great Wall built in the middle of the sea. It was thanks to the big increase in skill level.

I greeted the dumbfounded Boss.

"Welcome, Sister. To my castle."

Soon Undine Ciel's beautiful face was distorted with anger. She was the ruler of this place. It was only natural for her to explode with anger, as I recklessly built a castle on her territory.

Ahhhhhh-!

"You saved me the trouble of provoking you."

Undine Ciel rushed in, raising her voice from the depths of the abyss.

The Boss hit me in the front and tidal waves of destruction, tall as mountains, hit my remaining three sides.

I loaded the Aura on Serpen. Undine Ciel was originally a divine spirit. Since there is resistance to divine power, it had to be dealt with Aura.

Kwagwang!

The tsunami on three sides was blocked by Mercury's Barrier. The front was left open for Undine Ciel.

"I told you I'd welcome you."

Kwajiijik!

At the top of the fortress wall, Undine Ciel's nails were blocked with a sword.

Chaeng! Chaeng! Keang!

After a long battle, a standoff was reached. Stretching her sharpened nails even more, the Boss opened her huge mouth, revealing her fangs.

Aaaahhhhh-!

Sonic waves of sound hit my body. It was a vibration strong enough to explode the whole body of a normal person. However.

"You're spitting on me."

Realizing that it didn't work for me, Undine Ciel tried to widen the distance again.

It was not a smart choice.

I poured the maximum amount of aura into the Whip sword Serpens.

Tachahakakakaka.

The graceful body of the blade split into joints and lengthened. It slashed various parts of Undine Ciel's body like a whip and wrapped around her like a wire.

It was the 'Snake Hunting Festival, one of the whip sword techniques.

"It's great that Aurors don't have to shout out their skill names."

Undine Ciel resisted, but as a result of constant training, my aura overpowered her. I was about to cry over my first win in two months.

"It's over now."

Kyaaaa!

In the end, Undine Ciel's body, tied by the whip sword, was unable to move anymore.

She was frozen in a dynamic posture like an Imoogi trying to ascend to heaven. Fear and despair were read on her face as she looked down at me.

(Note: Imoogi is a Korean mythological snake, sometimes described as a dragon.)

In my left hand, I held another sword, Europe. It's time for the little mermaid to go down the drain.

"Bye."

Whoomp!

[System Congratulations! You defeated the 298th floor boss of the Tower of Trials, 'Cursed Undine Ciel.]

I removed Europe and sheathed Serpens.

The split blade parts embedded in wires were retrieved and the blade was put together in the form of a complete sword.

What should I say about the Whip Sword? It seems to have a charm akin to the union and transformation of mechas.

"Sigh, so cool."

Yes, that's why we learn the whip sword.

I looted through pastel-colored bubbles and found two items. 'The Mermaid's Tears' and 'The Spirit King's Harp String' came out.

The mermaid's tears were the material used in the highest quality potions, and The Spirit King's Harp String was both a part of an instrument and a wire weapon.

Both seemed useful.

['The World-building God' applauds.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' is delighted that the tedious closed practice will be finally over after two more floors.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' is surprised that you have already broken through the 298th floor.]

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' writes a plan to upgrade the Tower of Trials.]

(Note: Changed 'The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' to 'The Critic who adjusts the balance' for better nicknaming.)

When I defeated the boss, a notification automatically went to the management office making the gods come to send messages.

In the meantime, it was evaluation time for The Vatican's 1st Hell Instructor, Agnes.

Very good, Cadet Ellet. Now, you can stably defeat an S-class boss alone.

"I had quite some trouble, after all, it's an S-class."

I took a peek at my continental ranks while being stuck in the tutorial quest.

A whopping 7th place. It's the same rank as when I first used Descent to catch Ardiman.

Although the skill level of sacred power was much lower, it seemed I was being ranked high because it was creating synergy with aura.

It's okay to be a little more proud. If it's an S-class, it's a beast that an elite 12-man subjugation team must stick together to fight.

"Hehehe."

It was true. I was an all-around talent.

As a Transmigrator, I have no role restrictions because it was enough to buy the necessary skill book at the cash shop and learn it.

I can tank, attack, heal, and buff by myself.

But it was difficult to become proud. If we are talking about catching an S-class boss alone, it's only on the same level as the Pushover Free Pass around the 20th time of his return.

I still have a long way to go if I make an absolute evaluation based on the original that returns 99 times.

However, I had a trump card skill.

'What would happen if I used Descent in the present state?'

I haven't used Descent of Divinity since I lifted my mother's petrification curse in the Black Salt Desert. It was because of the prohibition of using Descent inside the Tower of Trials and the fact that for the past 7 years, I almost lived only in the Tower.

Obviously, according to what World God explained in the past, the power of Descent of Divinity increases in proportion to the increase in my strength.

At this point, when I can defeat an S-Grade boss by myself without the need to use my ultimate skill, I wonder how much my stats would rise if I used Descent.

['The World-building God' adds expectation that, let alone episode 20, you will be able to chew and eat even if the main character of episode 99 comes out.]

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' insists that Descent also be confiscated outside the tower as it's classified as an OP skill in that world.]

I was a little saddened by the words of the critic who always wanted to nerf me.

Today, I'll have to argue about it for a bit.

'Mr. Critic, did you forget that my timeline is episode 17? It's too much to confiscate 'Descent of Divinity' after dropping me in the round where the Final Boss appears right in the beginning, don't you think so?'

I bluntly asked without hiding my expression.

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' flinches.]

Look at this. Not even the Critic can argue about that.

This just goes to show how scary is the last boss. He basically kills the 17th Pushover Free Pass like a bug, using so much as a hand gesture.

When I think of the Final Boss, I feel that I need to become stronger.

Huh? You are going upstairs right away?

"Yes. I have to go."

I climbed the stone steps leading to the 299th floor. Now that it was going to be another boring grinding time, the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau encouraged me to work hard while they went back to their own work.

But.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' watches you with anxious eyes.]

Hmmm? Why isn't the architect going back? And why is he also quite nervous?

'Mr. Architect.'

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' is startled.]

'What are you hiding?'

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' was taken by surprise and says nothing with a flustered tone.]

'The system is relaying everything to me. Please, hurry up and tell me quickly.'

The architect was quiet for a long time. It was only when I was thinking about whether he had read my message and ignored it, that the reply came.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' desperately asks if it is not possible to attack the 299th floor a month later.]

'Why?'

I waited with my hand on the door on the 299th floor.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' exercises the right to remain silent.]

Then I'll have to open it and go in.

I think I'll know why as soon as I open the door, besides, I'm quite curious.

Agnes also cheered me up.

Now there are two floors left. Come on in.

"Yes!"

I pushed a huge arched iron gate.

Kiiing.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' screams silently.]

Light poured through the crack. A slight feeling of floating in space enveloped me as I covered my eyes with my hand. This feeling is definitely...

'Spatial movement?'

It was a moment of realization.

[System You have entered the S-level dungeon 'Slime Cuisine Cave'.]

That's weird.

Obviously, I opened the door on the 299th floor of the Tower of Trials, so why is the message that I have entered the dungeon popping up?

I squinted and looked around.

A cave that can be said to be a classic of a dungeon world. Thanks to the natural nightlight stones embedded in various places, I was able to see the interior clearly.

Glow-in-the-dark slimes boasting bright colors greeted me with plump bouncing, it feels like I was at a ball pool because of the huge number.

Tung! Tung! Tuuuuung!

It was enough to hit those who attacked me with a hand slap coated in aura. The slimes that bounced off like volleyball balls hit the wall and exploded.

"Agnes, this looks like a real dungeon."

That seems like it. What happened?

I have some predictions, but I still need to get an accurate answer.

'Mr. Architect, how did this happen?'

Only then did the architect confess the truth.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' confesses that the 299th floor is still under design, so he hastily connected it to any S-class dungeon available.]

Breaking News!

The Tower of Trials, updated 7 years ago, turns out to be in fact unfinished!

It was roughly as expected. I clenched my head and answered briefly.

'You must write this in your apology.'

It seems to have been an aggressive remark.

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' vomits his words in anger that he was running out of time because you are an OP human.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' complains that it is impossible to consume the contents of a 300-story tower in only 7 years.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' said that he secretly patched the boss several times, but shouts that this is too much.]

I see. You did a ninja update.

(Note: When something is updated without notice.)

My eyes were getting narrower. Only then did the architect stop pouring out messages as if he realized he had done something wrong.

Judging from the circumstances, it seems that the other gods, including World God, do not know yet.

If so, there is only one way to prevent the architect from writing an apology.

'Okay. I just need to find the exit gate and leave calmly, right?'

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' asks in doubt if you will do that.]

It was regrettable that I had to give up the opportunity to explore the dungeon, but I gave up taking into account my relationship with the architect.

Since there was no need to catch the boss, there seemed to be no need for a weapon, so I put both swords in the satchel bag.

Perhaps, more than words, it was a clearer expression of my will, and at last, the architect was relieved and happy.

"Agnes, there must have been a problem with the Tower of Trials. First, I need to find the gate and go out."

It's a dungeon where you can only get slimes at best. Seems like a C level, but why not close it lightly and leave after?

"You can't look down on this one."

I remembered the dungeon grade and the name the system gave me.

"It's still an S-class dungeon. The slimes here are the prey that the cave master feeds on."

Then you must be careful.

If it's an S-class boss she can defeat it, but the Tower and the dungeons were completely different.

In the Tower, it was possible to repeatedly challenge the boss several times and fail just as much.

But the dungeon is real.

One failure is likely to lead to death.

Agnes seemed convinced that I was stepping down because of that.

I suddenly wondered.

'Mr. Architect, I am asking just in case. I also can't use Descent here, right?'

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' says that the ban on Descent will apply from the moment the dungeon is connected to the Tower.]

As expected, unfavorable rules apply without fail.