Episode 672: System Quest
A message appears before my eyes.
[Punishment of NPCs who interfere with work is discussed.]
[Target: Petite Gondue]
NPCs who interfere with work.
Of course I thought it meant Pahiru.
Is that person me?
For a moment, I felt like I had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer.
At the same time, cold sweat flowing down my back.
I forgot.
no. It’s natural, but I wasn’t really conscious of it because I was moving from a climber’s position until now.
Unlike other places, the 95th floor is.
‘Climbers are also treated as NPCs.’
It was the same reason why my powers were not being exercised properly.
Because it was difficult to obtain information among the same NPCs.
‘I think this has gone wrong?’
Since I had been doing production work while catching pahiru, I didn’t think there was a problem with what I was doing.
Of course it is.
Because I took control of the organization and the underground shopping mall, production increased.
There were no flaws in economic activities.
but.
What if you think about the Altar of Blood as a standard?
‘What if it has a much greater value to the system than other products?’
Things will be different then.
If you think about it, it means interfering with Fahiru.
“That the system prevented them from getting what they wanted.”
“Yes.”
Deokchun also cried softly as if he had reached the same conclusion.
In the past, there would have been no problem.
I am a climber, and although I may be influenced by the system, I have rarely been subject to systematic restrictions.
The only time it happened was when it grew abnormally when it reached the 90th floor.
Even then, my skill growth stopped for a while, but there was no punishment for me.
Because I know that, I have acted in complete disregard of the intention of the system.
One type I have is indefinable chaos.
As a result of doing everything I could to tell people to fuck the system, I received numerous bug messages.
These are all things I was able to do because I was a climber.
Things were different now.
Depending on the judgment of the system, direct punishment may also be possible.
“If you think about it, Kilderes was also careful about systemic restrictions.”
Even Kiltheless, who had climbed to the 99th floor, was reluctant to be punished by the system.
That’s why he accidentally hit me when I first saw him on the 10th floor, but then he gave me various conveniences.
Well, in the end, it became a fate.
The important thing is this.
“It’s ruined.”
From the system’s perspective, I am a thorn in the side.
I couldn’t deny this much.
Fortunately, the system is literally a system, so there are no personal feelings?
It was reasonable to see that coming here was a response to Fahiru’s interference and stopping the Blood Altar.
As proof of that.
[Analyzing the log of the temporary NPC on the 95th floor]
[Understanding the legitimacy of the protest of Fahiru, the manager of the Altar of Blood.]
I am only analyzing the 95th floor, not what I have been doing so far.
“I didn’t see you for a while, so I did something, but I guess they were trying to pull a trick like this.”
Honestly, I was impressed.
I was wondering why they didn’t even launch a surprise attack and let things go round and round.
I never thought I would protest against the system.
okay.
It is true that something happened.
However, you can’t just sit still and suck your fingers.
I also have to prepare in my own way.
“I don’t think there’s any way to get out of here.”
I tried using the fallen angel’s sword just in case, but it didn’t tear the space.
This is probably because it was created to temporarily imprison the subject of punishment.
If it had been a place that could be destroyed with force, the NPCs would have escaped.
Then what’s left?
‘Response when punished. And what to do when we get out of here.’
There is this much.
The situation was not good, but my mind was calm.
It’s not like something happened to me right away.
“I’m glad I’m alone.”
If there had been anyone else, my nickname would have been revealed.
What if other guys came here together?
“Ugh.”
I got goosebumps without realizing it.
That won’t work.
The situation was bad, but human rights were maintained.
[Check the status of temporary NPC Petit Gongdu.]
[We recognize the lack of awareness of the importance and role of the Blood Altar.]
[We acknowledge the special nature of the Blood Altar.]
[This is a device that cannot be used publicly.]
[To maintain the tower. This is a necessary device.]
[The qualifications of the device manager are questionable.]
.
.
.
A message that keeps rising.
For now, I focused on this.
I was worried that it might turn out to be unilaterally against me, but that wasn’t the case.
The system, although tight, is fair.
Fahiru also had a part in this incident, so if there is responsibility, it is joint responsibility.
What will the results be?
I focused on that part.
[The Blood Altar cannot be removed.]
[Climbing restrictions due to the Blood Altar have been confirmed.]
[It is acknowledged that an overhaul of the operating method is necessary.]
A system that is better at self-objectification than expected.
Soon, the messages that were coming in steadily stopped.
[Decided to maintain the Blood Altar in a new way.]
[Collect ideas.]
[Punishment of temporary NPC Petit Gongdue is on hold until then.]
[Disposal of the half Chaos Shard Fahiru is on hold until then. It works.]
“Half fragment of chaos?”
I focused on the last message.
I knew this guy was weird, but I didn’t know he was something similar to a Chaos Fragment.
For some reason, I said the chaos level was high enough to be felt with my skin.
It’s nice to get information I didn’t know, but that’s not important right now.
Punishment has been suspended.
It may be okay right now, but you don’t know what will happen later.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if you leave the 95th floor before then.
“for a moment. “Can I also suggest an idea?”
I quietly spoke to the message window.
[We also accept opinions from those involved in the problem.]
The system coolly gave an OK.
It’s like this open mind system.
Tuk-tuk. I tapped my fingers.
“wait for a sec.”
It is impossible to stop the altar of blood.
But you can use it differently.
If we have to operate the Blood Altar unofficially anyway.
“Conversely, isn’t it something I can use?”
If I could proceed as I think, it would be to him instead.
No, it might be a blow to the entire cult.
I opened my mouth while looking at the message window.
“I want to send my worshipers to the bloody altar.”
You caught me in a trap.
This time it’s my turn to set a trap.
* * *
[Transfer to existing location.]
-Faaaaat!
Vision returns with light.
The city center where the situation is under control, as if the battle has already ended.
As expected, there was no significant damage.
“Yaaaa! “Where have you been?”
“Ugh!”
A shock felt in the back.
I turned around while rubbing my back and saw Nyangfun.
From his perspective, it must have seemed like I suddenly disappeared during the battle.
“I was called into the system for a moment.”
“system?”
“uh. system.”
I simply told the story to the guy.
Fahiru’s aim.
And even what I did.
To put it simply, the idea was to send away the worshipers as ingredients for the altar of blood.
“Are you crazy?”
“But wouldn’t it be great if it were successful?”
“Is that even possible in the first place?”
Is it possible?
Actually, it is difficult for me to give a definite answer.
That’s right too.
“There are worshipers on the 95th floor as well. “I don’t know if it’s enough.”
“It must be hard to find, right? “It’s all mixed up here.”
Yes.
As far as I can see, there are almost no worshipers on the 95th floor.
Even if there is, it is difficult to understand because the power is not properly exercised.
That means.
“You have to bring him from another floor.”
This part.
It is impossible through normal methods.
The only way to move to another floor is by coming up from the bottom.
Of course, NPCs cannot climb.
Although there are some exceptions.
‘It’s not that long, and since those NPCs are worshipers, there’s no chance they’ll come here.’
I know that much too.
Still, the possibility was not completely gone.
“You can become the ruler of the 95th floor.”
The ruler of the 95th floor is also the person who manages the Blood Altar.
This means that I can at least send the worshiper I caught to the altar.
Is that all?
The Peqin Union is also working hard to catch worshipers.
At least there will be no shortage of admirers.
“Even so, the Alliance people are not administrators.”
That is correct.
Even if I become the ruler of the 95th floor, I will only be able to send those I catch to the altar.
But…
“Is it possible.”
I have a way.
“Resurrection Project.”
Sprinkle soul stones on the people of the alliance.
All you have to do is take the souls of worshipers and turn them into homunculi.
Since homunculi are treated as NPCs, there is no problem offering them up as sacrifices.
In order to do that.
“After I become ruler, I can appoint wise man John Traylor as the representative of this place.”
It has already been proven on the 91st floor that an NPC with a connection to me can be appointed as a representative.
Because I appointed Alios as my representative there.
You can even bring a few other NPCs with you as a representative.
Didn’t Alios also bring his lover Penny?
‘John Traylor is also a strong climber who climbed to the 92nd floor during his days as a climber.’
There is nothing wrong with being the manager of the 95th floor.
What if the sage even brought Heida, the fairy of destruction, and Geneta, the Odelto homunculus?
In fact, no one can touch them on the 95th floor.
Dreckfree and Tralow will also be there to help.
Of course, this assumes that John Traylor agrees.
‘Persuasion is my job.’
Still, it’s better than no chance at all.
If I didn’t have good relationships with NPCs, it would have been impossible to even attempt it.
Aside from this, we need to catch Fahiru.
“If you’re going to clear the 95th floor, you’ll eventually have to make a deal with him.”
Changing the way the Blood Altar operates is also a sufficient achievement.
Even if that’s not the case, there may be a way to move up once control is secured.
Didn’t the Ancient Dragon on the 94th floor also use the power of the ruler to send Ofelia up?
Of course, there is no guarantee that I will be able to do that, but the possibility is good.
In addition to that.
“He won’t stay still anyway.”
Just as I came up with the idea for the system, it was clear that he would also do something.
Look.
[Fahiru of Loneliness proposes a new idea.]
He also presented an idea.
Maybe it’s because I’m looking up at the sky blankly.
Nyangfun pokes his side.
“Is there something there?”
“A message popped up. “He moved too.”
The idea he suggested comes to mind.
I just did something.
[Fahiru presents the arena.]
[I promise to sacrifice the dead in the arena.]
“This guy uses a pretty classic method.”
I was wondering how great something I would bring.
I can’t deny that it’s an efficient choice.
Aren’t you tired?
If that’s what I said, I’ll be managing the arena.
In other words, he wants to secure the offering without fighting.
I have no intention of leaving it like that.
[The system is trying to check the feasibility of the idea.]
[Those subject to punishment must prove their idea.]
– Tiring.
A quest window will appear with a message.
[Proof-System Quest]
– Find a new way to maintain the Altar of Blood and prove it.
-Reward: Cancellation of punishment.
-If you fail, you will be punished.
It was a quest that had no reward, but I enjoyed it.
Because of this, he will have no choice but to move directly.
At least you can’t hide your appearance.
This is a welcome story for me, who has to catch the guy and take his place as ruler.
The shape was roughly taken.
He will definitely turn the Blood Altar into an arena to fight.
They will also make the arena rules to suit their tastes.
so.
“A sure win.”
I go first.
I called Dreck Free.
“Call the leader. Create a transmission magic circle heading to the Altar of Blood.”
The Blood Altar operates only once a month.
In other words, if it’s not tax day, you won’t become a real NPC if you die there.
I guess I’ll just flip a coin once.
Let’s run to the end.
There are 15 days left until tax payment day.
Until then, he and I have one sport to play.
“Death match.”
