but.
“Is this a tower that makes real warriors?”
Whoa!
Ayeek!
No matter how you look at it, the gloomy darkness that enveloped the tower and the screaming skeleton objects embedded in it did not suit the warrior.
Wouldn’t it be the other way around?
Didn’t you say the devil’s tower wrong?
I tried to evaluate it just in case.
Tring!
Succeeded in appraisal.
[The Warrior’s Tower]
– It was made by imitating the tower that the ‘Eternal Seeker’ trained.
It is a tower that can only be challenged by those with high faith and courage. It seeks the blood and soul of the challenger.
Special note: Challenge survival rate is less than 0.000001%.
Shiba. They crave blood and soul.
Besides, what is that absurd survival rate of 1 in 100 million?
What is this about dying forever?
Warriors are horns.
[The Gayami followers who saw the ‘Tower of the Warriors’ were terrified.]
When I built the farmland and houses, the Gayami children who were jumping for joy were trembling as they looked at the tower with frightened eyes.
“If the corpse wishes, the girl would gladly offer herself to that wicked-looking tower!”
In the meantime, the saintess Anti was crawling towards the entrance of the Koopa Koopa Tower with a pale face.
“Oh hey, go away. Jiji, Jiji!”
I stopped Antti from crawling to the tower with my finger.
The kid is overdoing something again.
“Ehh.”
I sighed deeply and looked at the pagoda.
50 million coins was a waste, so I felt a little sick to my stomach.
That’s how many bottles of Bacchus!
Impulse buying is also not good.
“Oops. Shall we block the entrance for now?”
It was unlikely that the frightened Gayami children would ever enter the tower, but Antti, who, unlike her cute appearance, had a bit of abandonment, was uneasy.
I activated the build menu and built a high barrier around the entrance to the tower.
And I broke some of them with my fingers.
clattering! Kwak Kwak!
After a while, a large pile of stones piled up like a mountain at the entrance.
In human terms, hundreds of tons of rocks are piled up, so this should be enough.
“Whimp!”
As evidence, he put his hand on the Antigua rock, but of course he didn’t budge.
“Hey, support me. Go away.”
“Aww! Wow!”
While Antti and the frightened Gaami tribesmen were kicking them out around the tower.
Tiriri!
The cell phone rang.
[The great man in charge]
Oh, did you finish reviewing the manuscript already?
“I’m coming back from work for a while, so stay calm. Never thought of approaching that tower? got it?”
“yes! Don’t worry and go! Great and merciful One God!”
The saintess Anti and the Gayami people bowed down and saw me off.
“Your manager. hello.”
I received the cell phone expecting a good response about the manuscript.
***
After a while, the only god disappeared and the Gayami people scattered.
They cheered as they toured the houses and farmlands built by the one God, and Saint Antti strengthened her faith in the one God and prayed in a beautiful temple.
oh oh oh!
None of them were interested in the Tower of the Warriors, which exuded an ominous aura.
No, it would be appropriate to say that he consciously avoided it.
Except for just one person.
The number one warrior of the Gayami people who was given the first name by the only god, except for Saint Antti.
He struggled to clear the pile of rocks blocking the tower’s entrance.
“Grunt! grunt!”
Originally, the Gayami people are strong enough to lift ten times their own weight.
But even so, the rock blocked by God did not budge.
Ilho drooped his shoulders.
It is still far from enough.
The strength and the muscles to exude it.
Ilho looked up at the tower.
A hopelessly huge tower.
oh oh oh!
Just looking at the eerie and gloomy aura emanating from the skull-studded tower made it seem like your entire body would freeze.
Soft!
Ilho gritted it.
he was so weak
If he had been strong as a warrior of the Gayami people, he would not have had to lose his people in vain to the cruel empire.
Those who ate their own people alive were demons of hell themselves.
I didn’t want to have that happen again.
The moment Ilho saw this tower, he felt his destiny.
If he climbs this tower of trials, he will be able to obtain the strength to never lose his compatriots again.
Ilho clenched his fists.
“O great One God! wait! That Ilho! I will definitely climb this tower and live up to God’s expectations! And this time, as a warrior, I will protect my countrymen!”
Glee!
Il-ho sprinted toward the training ground that was created by him, his fanatical eyes shining.
To get rid of those terrifying rocks blocking the entrance.
“muscle! You need big, hard muscles!”
***
I don’t know how many hours I’ve been on the phone with the person in charge.
Fortunately, the response to the manuscript I sent was good.
-Haha, author Yoo Il-shin. The manuscript is really good. Why don’t you start serializing when you’ve accumulated a little more?
“yes? W A serial?”
-yes. Dalpia serialization site starts with free serialization, and if the response from readers is good, it will be converted to paid serialization. I will also outsource the cover to be used at that time. Is there anything you would like to request?
“…Ah then, can you draw just one ant on the cell phone the main character is holding? It doesn’t matter in what form.”
-All right! Author!
“It’s serialized.”
The word serialization always has something that makes the writer’s heart flutter.
I was rejected so much that at one time I wondered if I should stop writing, but I thought I could start serializing again.
In fact, I said that I would stop writing immediately if I woke up, but I didn’t mean it.
I like writing.
When my imaginary world rides on my fingers and taps the keyboard.
I love the moment that I can’t stand the moment when it is embodied in the world of blank paper.
However, because the process of creation is so painful, there comes a moment when that love sometimes turns into hell.
A slump that writers often talk about.
That’s why the writing itself is love and hate for the writer.
Love but hate, hate but love.
I picked up my phone with a feeling of deep emotion.
[Run Godmaker.]
When I first saw Ant, I thought there was such a strange game, but now it’s different.
With the authority obtained as Godmaker, I safely passed several crises and, above all, became my creative muse.
‘Where are the kids and what are they doing?’
The time in Godmaker’s world was also late at night.
softly.
The ants, or the two-headed children, now the Gayami tribe, were sleeping in the house I built.
Seeing it made me very proud.
however.
‘Ugh, why is this guy sleeping here?’
Termites, no ante, were sleeping drooling on the marble floor of my temple. It looks like he fell asleep while praying.
“The Sole God.
To say that he was even talking in his sleep was an excellent example of a fanatic.
‘Haha, is there anything I can cover for you?’
I glanced around the temple and saw a carpet attached to the wall.
When I zoomed in, there was a picture of me fighting the imperial ants and spitting fire like Godzilla.
never been like this!
Anyway, let’s press the rug with our fingers.
‘Oh it moves.’
He pulled it out and covered it over Antti’s body.
muscle! muscle!
‘huh?’
At that time, a strange sound came from somewhere.
When I zoomed in on the screen, I saw that the Colosseum-shaped training ground I had made was shining brightly in the darkness of the night.
There, one of the gayami people who took off his upper body was sweating hard while lifting a rock.
How can you train so hard at such a late hour?
[Ilho]
– He is a warrior of the Gayami tribe.
Special note: He is training hard to protect his clan.
My eyes sensed him.
Looking at the peculiarities, he became even more unique.
Ilho raised the rock and shouted loudly again.
“muscle! muscle!”
Everything is good, but the slogans are a bit lame.
Ilho didn’t stop training, probably because he was so engrossed that he didn’t notice that I was looking at him.
I bought a bottle of God’s Blessing and activated the God’s Grace menu.
Tring!
[The Sole God bestows the growth god’s protection on the believer ‘Ilho’.]
As expected, Bacchus during the night.
After giving the gift to Ilho, I sat down in front of my laptop again with determination.
Okay, I’m going to imitate him and write hard.
Tak-tak! Tadadak!
I also started typing hard with Bacchus in my mouth.
***
What creature kills the most humans?
Humans are expected to be a lot of answers, but in fact, humans kill only about 450,000 people every year.
The overwhelming number one that kills 725,000 people every year.
That’s right…
Crackling! Crispy!
space is divided
During that time, Mosto, the blood sword, one of the Emperor’s ten swords, secretly appeared in the real world.
‘This is the base of the evil spirit.’
Mosto, who was momentarily taken aback by the unfamiliar scenery, sat down and looked at the back of the evil god making a noise that resonated with the heavens and earth.
‘That’s the evil god of rumors.’
Indeed, like an evil god who sent three ten swords like himself to the nether, his size and life were unusual.
But Mosto felt no fear.
Tsutsutsutsu!
He looked at the long needle he was holding in his hand, emitting an ominous bloody color.
It was Arachne, the great goddess who communicates directly with the gods of the empire, who gave this.
– Vampire Mosto. Drive the cursed spit bestowed by the [Rider of the Ugly Plague] into the evil god and come. No matter how strong the body of the evil god is, it will be powerless against the curse directly placed by the great god [Rider of the Ugly Plague].
At Arachne’s words, Mosto’s eyes widened.
-Hoho, is this a divine gift from the god of sickness?
-That’s right. how is it? That should be easy for you, right?
Mosto’s stealth was so good that even Killer Bee, an assassin clan, was superior.
-of course. Goddess. May I ask for just one request?
-What is it?
Mosto smiled sinisterly, baring his fangs.
-Can I taste the blood of the evil god? I wonder what the taste of the blood of the evil god that the black tribesmen serve. Hehe.
Vampire Count Mosto.
Mosto’s skill, which became stronger the more she drank blood under the protection of the vampire god, was strong enough to be acknowledged by the priestess Arachne.
However, as a side effect, he was possessed by a constant vampiric urge.
Not only the enemies of the Empire, but also the people of Mosto’s territory were sucked by Mosto and died like mummies.
Arachne twisted her purple lips and smiled like a poisonous helmet flower.
-of course. The blood of evil spirits and the honor of killing gods are all yours, Vampire Mosto.
After the flashback, Mosto put the pestilence god’s spittle given to him by Arachne into his snout.
and.
Tadak! Tadadak!
He secretly moved his wings toward the evil god who was still striking the keyboard with such force as to break the heavens and the earth.
Wheein~!
good.
The evil god didn’t notice until Mosto, who landed on the evil god’s head as lightly as cotton, put a spit into his mouth.
Fu-wook!
‘You fool. It’s big, but it’s dull. You are done now.’
Soon, the god of plague prepared by Arachne would activate and slay this evil god.
“Before that, shall we drink the blood of evil spirits?”
Mosto was seduced by the blood overflowing with vitality flowing through the demon’s skin.
Wow!
Mosto greedily opened his mouth and bit off the demon’s flesh.
Fu-wook! Jjooook!
In an instant, Mosto’s eyes widened as if they would tear.
far exceeded expectations.
‘this is?!’
In addition to the heavenly taste and wine-like richness, the blood with tremendous power like an active volcano seeped into Mosto.
Mosto’s skill is Vampirism.
The more you drink the blood of the strong, the stronger you become.
Tsutsutsutsu!
Mosto was delighted.
“Ohhhh! The whole body is boiling with strength!”
[The Tower of the Warriors and the Vampire Count] End
ⓒ Cracker™
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[It’s troublesome because the weird guy keeps pretending to be friendly]
35.
Awesome! Wood deok!
The body of Most, who drank the blood of the evil god, began to evolve and change.
Mosto shuddered.
‘It’s a great power! With this much power, it wouldn’t be impossible for me to go beyond the emperor and rise to the throne of the empire!’
If that is the case, the alluring priestess Arachne will be hers!
Wheein!
While I was soaked in sweet dreams, a typhoon-like wind blew.
“?”
Surprised, Mosto raised his head.
At that moment he saw
The palm of the evil god, huge enough to cover the sky, fell towards him like a meteorite!
“Aaaagh!”
slap!
Puffy!
***
“Oops!”
slap!
The hand that reflexively slapped my forehead was stained with insect fragments and my blood.
Unknowingly, I frowned.
“Ugh, it’s winter soon, why mosquitoes? Besides, why do you bite your forehead?”
Anyway, I heard that this guy’s Korea is becoming more and more Southeast Asian, and now mosquitoes can be seen even in late fall.
Tomorrow I will go to Dyser to buy mosquito repellent.
“Oh, but this is so ticklish. Should I apply a water patch?”
I continued to work on the manuscript, scratching my mosquito-bitten forehead.
and the next morning.
“Ahh! what’s this!”
When I looked in the mirror, I was startled.
A black skull the size of a baby’s fist was tattooed on my forehead.
I tried washing it thoroughly with soap, but there is no sign that it will come off.
When did this come about?
“Kuh-kuh, the power of darkness is seething.”
It is a skull tattoo that seems to suit the same line of middle school two.
Tring!
my eyes judged it
[It is the brand of ‘rider of the ugly plague’.
