This is hell.
If there were a field of ten thousand demons, this would be it.
Wakamou offered his condolences to the brainless alpha testers harmed by the towers.
He couldn’t help but lament the tragic disaster resulting from climbers with strong egos and immense pride in their professions, or those unwittingly obsessed with their titles, coexisting.
This isn’t a festival; it’s a victims’ meeting of the tower.
Isn’t it like a human zoo created by the tower…?
Watching the insanity unfold, Wakamou just wished for the festival to end quickly.
But not everything was bad.
The [Artist] and [Zmyu] found some gear to buy at the store.
For some reason, the apostle of the Russian Tower, [Bogatyr], was doing business.
Is he working part-time because the tower is broke…?
Seeing his once fierce opponent reduced to such a state for a lack of funds, Wakamou wiped his tears.
Really, this is just too cruel…….
When a climber conquers a tower, they get a reward, and the tower gets something too.
After all, the Russian Tower’s apostle is part-timing, while the Korean Tower has openly set up shops.
It seemed like the Korean Tower had an overwhelming budget compared to others, as if it struck gold with Wakamou’s massive stakes, leveraging even homes and souls to amass wealth like hitting a jackpot.
It was certain when the Korean Tower opened a [VTuber Wakamou Goods Sale Shop] to kill Wakamou with embarrassment at the festival of Legendary Class climbers.
Meanwhile, the [Idol Statue] had a +10 to all stats effect, sparking some interest among climbers.
“Well, I don’t have any stats.”
“Aren’t there more here without stats?”
“True…..”
But so what.
Most Legendary Class climbers were wondering if there was even anything left to max out.
Seeing climbers taking home towels, figures, and t-shirts, Wakamou sighed deeply.
The Fox Spirits bustlingly served food, possibly because of a collab cafe.
Why hand out something heading for the trash like can badges or acrylic stands….
“This comes with a Mana recovery option?”
“Just displaying it at home regenerates stamina…?”
Why are the products actually good, damn it.
Word spread, and Legendary Class climbers began nosing around.
[The Korean Tower waves a fan of cash triumphantly!!]
[Pretending to massage Wakamou’s shoulders, it’s successful, though unintended]
“Damned bastard! Don’t try managing favor now!! Are you bragging because the climber coin hit it big?! Didn’t the Mediator warn you about making enemies?!”
[The Korean Tower admits it.]
[Counters by asking why they can’t pick good climbers too.]
[…Hmm? Swordsman? Mujon? Hmm──? But aren’t those guys weaker than Idol? Trash, right? Was talking about the world’s best climber?]
‘I guess this guy’s learning about VTuber info from my head. Isn’t its obsession with stocks my fault…?’
As the Korean Tower became increasingly irritating, Wakamou’s rational mind pieced together many suspicions.
Didn’t they merge a VTuber to match the Idol’s mold they created? This was the root of all problems.
Getting maximum benefits from the class meant being in an edgy situation with a [Death] penalty.
Adding bits here and there while Wakamou climbed twisting all over the place, contradicting the production too…….
Maybe all this trouble was due to the comedy of a crazy duo’s climb.
[Anyway, mentioning many claiming their climbers were superior stirred competition among the towers]
[Arguing the 【Legendary Class】 benefits humanity both positively and negatively!]
“Aren’t we just test subjects?! Really curious about the rewards for conquering a 100-floor tower!”
[Humanity can go further, encourages the tower]
A headache emerges.
Wakamou had no way of knowing what the tower desired from humanity.
As long as his VTuber broadcast went well, Wakamou decided not to care anymore.
The Korean Tower must want to flaunt its Idol to the towers of other countries.
All Wakamou needed was the [VTuber Skill Enhancement] promised by the Korean Tower.
[That’s enough, smiles the Korean Tower. There is nothing as empowering to mankind as immense greed, it thumbs up]
“….looking for something profound, serious…transcendent…sigh, whatever. As long as our fool’s nice…”
[(Silly Laugh)]
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The proxy war of the towers.
It was akin to gods selecting their apostles for battle.
The legendary class─ those [conditions] were created by towers observing humanity for a long time.
Only those who satisfied those requirements could be the special climbers among humans.
They could become unique among those climbers.
For towers, they were the most special and valued treasures of the gem box.
Of course, it doesn’t guarantee how the transformed humans would perceive it.
“Out of all the job conditions, the least penalizing is [having a sword], the most severe is [death]. Extreme as sky and earth”
As the mediator and representative of the towers, she was addressing the gathered legendary class.
Each climber’s class had its strengths and weaknesses. The greater the disadvantage, the greater the advantage.
If the fatal flaw is surmountable, its merit diminishes.
But what if it’s insurmountable? There’s an escalating reward structure.
It’s never in the form of absolute loss.
“The class with the highest aptitude rate is the Swordsman at 94%. Conversely, the Idol’s rate is the lowest at 8%. Isn’t that interesting?”
Despite enabling 90% use of their class’s abilities, a 100% combat-type legendary class ranked only 4th among climbers.
In contrast, despite employing less than 10% of their class’s potential, the Idol was the top ranker among climbers, even implying the developed part completely tanked its stock listing.
That statement meant.
Regardless of class, a climber’s exceptional talent filled and surpassed even areas impacted by a dire penalty.
“They’re seemingly inhuman?”
“Claiming to be weaker for losing power to the tower…”
“Think about it inversely. It’s like saying it’s nameless among the gods, isn’t it? Lacking in Idol talent, evidently”
Though Wakamou rarely commented, the legendary class seemed satisfied agreeing among themselves.
The mediator herself was actively recruiting climbers for this proxy war among towers.
During such time, the “combat-type” legendary class discreetly evaluated the renowned ones gathered together.
“Though widely known, the beast of a Swordsman from Japan has few things it cannot cut.”
“What about the Satanist dealing with devils? Didn’t they burn down a village as an offering?”
“Is that the Executioner…Executioner? I can certainly tell it’s them in person…the scent of blood runs thick”
“Rumor has it they inherited previous generations’ powers, and if true, the strength of the 3rd generation Sparta is a given”
“Is it the Masked Master’s strategy shifts with each swap of their mask? Known as China’s Six Legged Beast?”
“The Mask Master isn’t a pushover, but isn’t mutli-martial-arts Mujon the real strong one?”
“Is that La Pucelle called the Pope’s weaponry at the Vatican…being the 7th generation, what’s going on here? Ever changed their face?”
“It’s rumored they even dispatched an angel champion on the Pope’s orders. Anyway, just how strong are they, it’s fearsome”
“What about the Werebeast that becomes various beasts?”
“Doesn’t the Beast Master commanding monsters top that?”
“But isn’t ultimately the peak, the Saint Swordsman, the king and pinnacle from Britain?”
“Isn’t Soldier, who not only uses firearms but also missiles, the most threatening?”
“Discussing Soldier begets Man-eater, dubbed the butcher of humans, as the strongest, right?”
“Indeed….. Man-eater. The rumored culmination of American legendary class experiments, no?”
“What on earth are aliens?”
“The Predator and Hunter…and Japan’s Oni altogether violent-folk”
“Is that rumored Grim Reaper? Surprised it exists. What is their condition for profession again?”
Combat-focused legendary classes held tremendous influence over everyone.
If they set their minds to it, destroying a city singlehandedly was nothing, and some ran massive crews solo.
Wasn’t there a pirate who built kingdoms on the sea as the 2nd generation?
Everyone possessed formed factions, with some wielding near-sovereign authority like a nation’s ruler, such as [Scientist].
Exchanging glances among themselves, they were contemplating whether it might be beneficial to forge connections as renowned figures prior to them being [legendary class].
Grouped together as [Six Legged Beast], many were likely to consider forming friendships.
Each was similar to a point organization; gathering the members in such a fashion was their first.
Amidst operations carried out by various governments for the [Execution of Legendary Class], as numerous associates perishing was an understatement, they pondered uniting or securing safety by entering their subordinates as measures.
And, what intrigued most was who, among the combat-focused legendary class gathered, was the strongest.
Climbing the towers, fighting monsters confronting the tower’s challenges was common for all present.
A climber’s duel was on another level than a battle with monsters.
While many believed that the Idol, who fought and defeated the Apostle of the tower, was the strongest.
Yet combat-side classes felt inexplicable confidence about defeating them too.
They could wield transcendental power unattainable by ordinary classes, ensuring immense pride in their professions and unshakeable belief in their strength.
Rather, setting the stage like this for them was welcomed to establish a hierarchy as they were burning with zeal.
On the other hand, there was calm flowing amongst the noncombat-focused legendary classes for various reasons.
Among them harbored no competitive spirits or sense of triumph. They just stared at each other questioning if things were alright for each other.
In the meantime, an Engineer sat at the corner basking in the Artist’s aura.
Adelheid with chisel trembling in hand panted laboriously, edging closer to it, the Engineer tried to ignore the scene.
Doppelgänger and Illusionist-like climbers seemed on standby for emergencies but…Wakamou sat like a mountain behind, should they attempt any tricks, they noticed.
“Look at their faces. Ordinary climbers wouldn’t comprehend…have seen hell, one and all”
Clown pressing nose making funny sounds, or a Mimemaster flailing hands wildly, garishly painted.
An Astrologer polishing a crystal ball silently.
Entomologist hugging an insect-catching container and a Beekeeper clad in bee-suited gear.
A Cooking Master sharpening the knife with gleaming eyes and an Architect hammering away without a word.
Silently strumming a guitar was an Artist, while a Driver sat atop a bicycle, not a seat.
Among those, one embracing firewood with dead eyes held an [Estia Mangali] class.
Worry of psychiatric disorders was inevitable seeing them grouped, let alone encountering one casually.
“Uh….what about the Grad Student class?”
“Through analysis and interpretation, they compose [papers] allowing skill acquisition regardless of class, even acquire nonexistent crafting-based passive skills…but think about it. Could an old person have stamina to keep locked up in their lab…? On what grounds does skill quotient scale according to paper published…? Till when am I canned..? My professor is the tower itself…? Impossible…Legendary Class lacks 2nd job transitions even….”
Ava from the Esper class regretted asking something wrong.
Merely studying diligently accidentally met the transfer conditions by chance.
No curse attributed more misery than this.
Skill descriptions led to medium-level elucidation with study yet held actual value…?
“Hehehe….know how Sage is..? They can use all magic without learned! Yet has to match mana flow plus ratio, reconstruct from scratch each skill usage…. Would even TRPG have memorialized it; what is Sage, a supercomputer or something….”
Hearing the post-graduate’s grievance, the Sage also grieved claiming deeply unfair.
He had leaped into the first Legendary Class enthusiastically but the reality was distressingly tragic, sobbing as the Grad Student lightly patted the Sage’s shoulder.
“Still, you fare better…. You can use all skills in fire domain…yet need firewood….earn cash only for buying more firewood….”
“Even mine costs money for spell casting….”
Estia Mangali…meant Hearth of Hestia wailed tearfully, while Architect Jackson removed sunglasses and personally identified with empathy.
Noncombat large classes comforted as their busy-work, sympathy diffused without rivalry or high stakes.
Legendary Classes stood distinct in existence, sans 2nd job advancements or job transfers currently.
Possibly solutions existed, yet until now, not a single legendary class climber achieved it!!
Even opting for abandoning climbing wouldn’t revert their class, nullifying hopes.
“Greece? Predator famed, right? What sets them apart from Hunter?”
Architect queried Estia Mangali; unexpectedly an Elf interjected in conversation.
“Predator thrives as prey appetizers, growing stronger equal to those devoured. A Hunter grows stronger with more hunt variety. Both might hunt climbers too”
“Um…..don’t they seem the same…?”
“By that measure, it’s incomprehensible differences among Shapeshifters and Doppelgängers. Bewildering for Berserker and Berserk. What diverges between Champion and Paladin? Honestly, how different might Spartan from Spearman be….?”
“Originally planned by tower, even if rational not worth cracking heads….creating this resonated jobs such folly!!”
Just a naturalist residing forests, upon Elf transition wept uncontrollably in consternation. A climber turned Dwarf lamented unforeseen pain, opting for mining. Transformed into entities, many shared a wealth of laments.
Elves renounced meat while Dwarves scarfed ores….claiming human rights disregarded, heads bumped but wounds soon shared and healed together.
“Well…overall better than certain classes though?”
Perched leisurely, a Witch exhaled a somber sigh.
Irrespective insight knew little of ancestry turned witch career, though complaining tears over past ignorance now led to realizing brighter fate, pointing at a masked girl restrained by fingers.
“Man-eater class demands [cannibalism] as advancement criterion. That’s famous already right? Second generation artificially generated. That girl madness-driven cannibalistic killer without regard for volition. Being American, Esper, Architect you’ve awareness?”
“Oh I’m deeply aware yes. Man-eater wrestles insatiable hunger and cravings for blood. Presently rational activity is uneasy. Entering tower compelling to solo struggle tower for years culminating in very manageable tower conquest”
“I intimately know Mime Masters. Gagged unable speech! Jesters’ makeup isn’t washable! Perpetually running amok ravishing both climbers and monsters as Satyr. Half-goat lower-body disguised not, 365-day estrus. Unusually crazy criminal second-generation somewhere wandering world ravishing. Avoiding Korea would be courteous”
The Architect pointing a Satyr bound as a key player in Six Legged Beast’s notoriousness.
Muzzled for incessantly blurting lewd talk.
How excessive lust amalgamates with climber might defied understanding, protecting female climbers inspired the restraint.
“Puzzling actions of the boss.”
“Boss?”
“Never seen them, suspect they’re somewhere here. Confident the mediator might be Six Legged Beast’s boss though”
At some point, Jackson glanced at a stadium erected suddenly speaking.
Assumed tower’s handiwork─
Jackson of architecture discerned it was the [Mediator]’s in essence.
“….reason behind prompting a Legendary Class is, potentially enabling access to transgarb Legendary Classes’ skills?”
“In that case, attention Wakamou-dono’s Idol garners understandable”
Collecting transgarb Legendary Classes imparted skill, their presence precludes defeating Six Legged Beast’s boss from this world’s confines?
Still, everything was speculative and Jackson was making assumptions.
“Legendary Class transgarb criteria known artificially? Post-trans trained as [Six Legged Beast] members, granted freedom; what inferred conclusion based on founded logic?”─spuriously hypothesized
“But predictive if truth. Despite executed Legendary Classes comprising at least up to 60 lives, what then?”
Claimed to own membership in Six Legged Beast, the Sage spoke.
Recognizing command lineage without direct recognition of appearance.
Doppelgänger conferring with allies having closely listened were likewise whisper-conveying discussions.
“Incidentally Sage-comrade. Aren’t you a 1st generation climber? When was Six Legged Beast’s boss a climber then?”
“Struck dread…wouldn’t eliminators upon delving too deep abound…?”
The Grad Student pondered unnerved inwardly recalling his question as the firsthand engaged Sage clamped his lips tight.
Resultantly just chilled the atmosphere’s pulse colder.
Necessitating a subject shift for encouragement, the hitherto mute Astrologer revealed its sound.
“After the 90th-floor tower was conquered and upon emergence of a 100-floor tower, ‘Idol’ alongside ‘Zmyu’-esque eccentric Legendary Classes emerged. Precisely what entails emerged post-100th-floor conquest? Even markedly unique or rare across globe, why necessity of solitary personification harboring singularity beats me genuinely holds similar curiosity”
“While an Entomologist exists, inexplicably each unit Bees holds an apiarist…artist where? Over initial tower concern over taxonomy set forth, it seems beyond shoddy classification frankly”
Root of illumination spilled from cross-legged Entomologist touching on former concerns.
“Doctor proposition, Entomologist questioned culinary comprehension justifying merit yield proportional among consumed recipe-count?”
Culinary Master bemoaned calibrations in spirited accounts, complaining Entomologist lowering head for want of abundant insect variants climber ideal lacked.
“Yet understandably facetial championing your favor not mine, my bees perishing invariably caused [Skill] instability weakening as debilitated!!”
While sighing from initial turbulence towards outbreak, hinging upon plant pathogens inexpungible fervent sigh followed.
“Mine implies auditory impairment tallies ineffective”
“I imply visual occlusion negates sustain”
“My comprehension lapse affirms inefficacy in skill use!”
Artist speaking effortlessly knit conversation, whence vacant seat wobbled revealing Illusionist appeared.
Concurred stock-still reasoning vanishing ally Dopplegänger’s widened stare fixated afar.
Even Artistic Adelheid, disclaiming even monster demise faintest echo of worst profession couldn’t halt laughing in fits.
Conclusively their gazes twisted onto Wakamou, held the weakest Idol class and yet legendary climber hailed a peak.
Submitting the banner for noncombat class, embodying hope lending credence induced awkwardness.
……Could it be disclosed?
Every skill utilizes lifespan for costs? Weren’t skills strong, just forceful outputs?
A jumbled corpus stumbles clambering up more?
“Hey! Everyone! After much anticipation welcome! In this assembly comprising 50 Legendary Classes─a climber emerges as tower rep undergoing a ‘Winning Series’! By majority decision, of course? Defeat and victory rampant endlessly, simple rules! Fight and win! Doesn’t matter if death’s involved!”
“It doesn’t matter…?”
“Yes, victors rejuvenate, the defeated erased. Comfort assured—hostile intervention by tower harbingers life’s uncertainty it seems?”
Sugary-tongued Mediator’s proclamation triggered climbers’ whisperings.
“….On another spectrum conversely…..”
“Resurrecting deceased souls, is it ordinary? How would I know. Albeit…strikes me….ignited prospects of unaging immortality?”
With that lone statement climbers’ expressions morphed.
Matter to tower gained strength plus wealth incentives shrouded in moments of victory amidst 100th-floor tower post-towering─curiosity.
These incremental reveals exhausted compounded, ever-illuminated aim bears anticipation insisted tower wouldn’t?
Prospers──details unraveled,
“Ultimately this culminates in grandiose 7-round bout!! Korean tower’s champion, Wakamou Inarizushi ascend arena!!”
“I’m the first, huh?”
“By consensus, you see?”
Responding Mediator’s quip, Wakamou chuckled helplessly mounting the platform.
Victoriously overcoming a 7-round fight, simple rules.
Without the prospect of death it’s all fine exerting full strength, Wakamou leisurely warmed up.
“First contender!! Unyielding against the living! Slight vulnerability towards the undead? Ireland’s legendary class climber [Grim Reaper]!!”
“Though desiring england’s Swordsman match…..cherish combating mythical beings”
Clad in a shrouded black robe, imperceptible visage echoed cave-like voice in refrain.
Brandishing an enormous scythe endlessly emanating black hazes, the being distanced from humanity to view.
Emitting bone-chilling frost intensive ghostly spirit, straining attention aboard Wakamou lulled his scythe assuming poised concentration.
“Now. Fair and square! Begin!!”
“[Grim Reaper’s Sentence]!!”
With the Mediator’s announcement of the match initiation, the Grim Reaper immediately pointed a finger at Wakamou to cast the skill. At the same time, Wakamou swung his fist intending to smash the head, but… the head was empty.
“Dullahan─?”
Isn’t it the most famous symbol of death when it comes to Ireland?
Wakamou, not expecting a headless Climber, was taken aback and caught off guard.
“[Death’s Declaration]!!”
Boom─!
A gigantic skull exploded from within Wakamou’s body as black flames engulfed him and began to burn fiercely.
Seeing Wakamou’s indistinguishable form consumed by the blazing black flames, the Grim Reaper slung his scythe over his shoulder.
“I am the Grim Reaper… I’ll kill even a God if they live.”
Spouting a cool catchphrase while turning his back, he was soon met with a regretful response.
“Regrettable”
[The target has no life force!]
[Instant death doesn’t work on the target!]
[There is no lifespan to seize from the target!]
The alerts appearing in succession startled the Grim Reaper, who turned to see Wakamou walking out of the black flames.
With a kick from Wakamou, the Grim Reaper was sent flying out of the arena, crashing into the wall and exploding like a tomato.
“Urghhh!!!”
He died.
No doubt about it, it was a straightforward instant death decision, and the Grim Reaper in the crowd jumped up, patting his body in disbelief.
Looking back, the exploded remnants of his body had vanished without a trace.
“See? I told you he wouldn’t die. Next up from China! The supreme martial artist who has mastered all martial arts! China’s strongest! [Mujon]! Yao Fang!”
As soon as Wakamou’s victory was declared and the Mediator called the next contestant, a muscular middle-aged man in a martial arts uniform leaped from the stands just like Wakamou.
With a stern impression and tightly shut mouth, and cauliflower ears that suggested long years of training, the man clenched his fists and took a stance.
“They say you’re a martial artist from Korea. A master of Taeguk, was it? Show me if you can reach this Mujon… As a senior Climber, I’ll give you a 3-second head start.”
“Aha, is that so?”
“Alright then─ let the match begin!!”
With the Mediator’s declaration of the match, Wakamou stood there with his arms crossed, snickering, daring him to come first with a smirk.
“Mana, compared to the flow of Qi, is nothing… Even if I show mercy, will the beast not comprehend?”
“I heard from Liu Wei─ you don’t use mana.”
“That’s right!!”
Condensing Qi into his fist, Mujon shattered the ground, narrowing the distance with such speed that his shadow seemed to trail him, and he directed his fist toward Wakamou.
The speed of his fist was so incredible that the lingering afterimage created the illusion of a whip being swung.
A true master in every sense, Mujon’s attack delivered a staggering 50 consecutive blows in a single second, yet Wakamou stood there with his hands behind his back, tilting his head and smiling.
“[The Feather Robe Kitsune]”
Opening [My Worlds] in the air.
And then, Aoi Asuka’s ultimate incantation, [Kuzunoha Style Spell], activated as the massive fox paw crushed Mujon mercilessly.
Unfortunately, Wakamou’s [Idol’s Form] had the downside that it became susceptible to attacks when mana was used.
But if mana couldn’t be used, he became akin to a ghost.
Having already heard from Liu Wei, Wakamou wasn’t nervous and leisurely observed the faces of the audience, hidden behind the portal extended by the fox.
“[Collector] exchanges blows with me too. To claim supremacy with this amount? How arrogant. Wouldn’t you agree, Liu Wei?”
“Hahahaha!!! Master Wakamou is right!! A man who hesitates like a coward cannot call himself a man!!”
Liu Wei burst into applause, laughing heartily at Wakamou’s remark.
Seated in the stands, the dazed Mujon clenched his fists and roared, but having heard what the China Tower was saying, he didn’t rush out and sat back down irritably.
“Truly unstoppable! With two consecutive wins, Korea’s Idol! There’s word that the Korean Tower has bet its entire fortune as a dividend, and if they achieve seven victories, profits ensue, but if defeated, they go bankrupt! High stakes indeed~?”
“…..Is that true?”
“Regrettably.”
“What, are they crazy? Why in the world did they become addicted to stocks and cryptocurrency?”
“They’re loving it, shouting, ‘Revolt of the Ants, let’s go!!'”
Wakamou slapped his forehead with his palm.
“So, for the third contestant! Someone who can transform into anyone. Completely copies their skills and stats! A being that hides its existence while hiding its face! Germany Tower’s [Doppelgänger]!!”
“Aahahaha!!”
Silently standing behind the Mediator when he appeared, the Doppelgänger, mimicking the Mediator, politely greeted him and stood before Wakamou Inarizushi.
“Belonging to Germany’s Six Legged Beasts. The boss asked me to check you out….. You’ve never experienced losing to yourself, have you? Fox Deity?”
“Who would climb the Tower if they lost to themselves?”
“Indeed!”
“Let the match begin!!”
The Doppelgänger, impressed by Wakamou’s response, initiated the match while absorbing Wakamou’s shadow and overlaying it onto his own.
As his shadow transformed, the Doppelgänger’s appearance began to change.
“Your skills! Your stats! I’ll use them all as they are!!”
“Oh, sure.”
“The power of [Idol] is so stro─”
Fssst…..
No sooner had the transformation finished than the Doppelgänger crumbled into dust and disintegrated.
Everyone stared at the scene in shock.
Even Wakamou was momentarily startled, realizing that being mana-depleted meant ending just like that.
Sitting in the stands, the Doppelgänger, whose reality hadn’t sunk in yet, glanced around in confusion.
Posing as an engineer, she turned pale and hung her head.
Whatever she realized, he had no desire to know.
“Three consecutive unstoppable victories! Can this be believed! So overwhelmingly powerful! And now, the challenger who claims idol worship is heresy has arrived! Italian representative! The 7th generation Saint Jeanne d’Arc!”
“Nice to meet you, Oriental Mystery. From the Vatican Companion… Introducing myself as the Saint will suffice, right?”
“….I heard your face hasn’t changed for ten years. May I ask how you’re the 7th generation?”
“It’s a secret.”
“Let the match begin!”
“Your body is composed of mana, correct? The divine power I wield is your complete counter.”
The Saint, draped in a golden aura, charged forward, wielding a two-handed sword.
Lightly dodging, Wakamou struck her with his fist, but just like [Mana Immunity] beings, the attack had zero impact.
Wakamou quickly metalized his fist with the Idol’s Mineral to execute a powerful strike─ yet the Saint countered by erecting a shield through [Skill], pushing Wakamou back and enveloping the sword’s blade in a golden aura.
“Compatibility in Climber ranks is often overcome by climbing Tower layers, but the Legendary Class’s weaknesses are hard to overcome!! I’ll claim victory!!”
“Convenient that you said I can kill you.”
“Huh?”
Lightning-fast, Wakamou wiped the blood from his hand.
The staggering Saint realized that something was wrong with her body and looked at Wakamou.
“Just because the attack doesn’t seem to affect, you shouldn’t let your guard down.”
Ack.
No sooner had he said it than the Saint spat blood and staggered backward.
Why is her body walking forward while her vision faces backward…?
Swinging from Wakamou’s shoulder was Aoi Asuka, who gave her a playful wave.
The Saint, whose neck had twisted a full half turn, collapsed forward.
To Wakamou, the attack may have been ineffective, but his [Idol’s Beast], Asuka, wasn’t affected.
“Summon! It was true?!”
Though it was well known that Asuka, who even had a career as a VTuber, was Wakamou’s Shikigami, witnessing it firsthand made the Beast Master jump excitedly from his seat and shout.
Though known as the weakest Legendary Class, was there anything he couldn’t do─ Wakamou Inarizushi was a source of speculation for many.
Commanding reverence and fear from all Legendary Class Climbers, Wakamou had the Korean Tower standing by as a referee supporting him.
[You must win! You’re Korea’s pride! A pride of the nation, Wakamou!]
“Ugh, that’s demotivating.”
[The more cost you generate! Better skills are unlocked!]
“Not interested….”
[You can even cure the joints of beloved VTubers! Meniere’s disease that bothers their ears! And the mental illnesses that sap their spirits!!]
“Justice is me! I am justice!”
“Greece’s 3rd generation Sparta!! I’ll learn from you!!”
Overflowing courage, not to be mistaken for an ordinary Climber!!
A warrior’s spirit radiating from one who faced countless trials, Sparta, armed with a spear and shield, charged at Wakamou with a battle cry.
Though the spear lunged at Wakamou, piercing through his defense and tearing out his heart─ the penetration attack meant nothing to Wakamou.
Piercing through the shield, Wakamou’s fist sent Sparta flying out of the ring with a single hit.
“From France comes the Executioner!! As an Executioner, I will claim your divine head!!”
Clank─!
At the Executioner’s shout, a guillotine latched onto Wakamou’s neck and swiftly chopped it off.
But Wakamou caught the falling hair, swung it like a mace, and shattered the Executioner’s skull.
Due to [Idol’s Mineral], Wakamou’s head, which had become an even more formidable weapon than a mace, pulverized the enemy completely.
“Consecutive victories! Who will bring down Korea’s Idol? Representing Japan, the Swordsman steps forward!”
Was he called Japan’s Void Victory? With a basket worn in a straw hat style on his head, yet poking out white beard, the old man stood before Wakamou.
“They say you fought the King of Authority to a draw…? Call me the Swordsman… You seem like you’d be satisfying to slice.”
Having already heard from the King of Authority, Wakamou knew this man claimed to be Samurai while butchering people.
No need to show mercy, intending to strike him down immediately, but the attack was so swift that Wakamou’s arms were severed.
[Parts hit by Sword Aura do not regenerate!]
Why the scars etched all over the King of Authority’s body don’t heal even when he climbs the Tower.
This moment explained it. Though the Swordsman swung the sword again as the severed arms fell.
Wakamou’s foot landed on the back of the blade, pinning it down.
Swoosh─!
And then Wakamou, condensing mana from his shoulders, regenerated arms anew and gazed down at the Swordsman.
“That title of Swordsman is undeserved.”
With a provocation, Wakamou drew [Thousand-Shot Cloud Blade] and hooked it onto his waist, standing as if to have a duel.
“─Is that all you can do, just swing it?”
The Swordsman’s sword was swung with the force to cut through light, fully aware of Wakamou’s swordsmanship.
So sharp was its tip that it seemed to dissolve into the air, and the blade vanished, appearing as if it had cut the space itself.
But Wakamou’s sword, charged with mana, shone and was drawn, aimed at the Swordsman.
The Swordsman displayed remarkable sword skills, cleaving through and splitting beams of light.
Moreover, he effortlessly cut through even the [Skill], which struck from eight different points.
In terms of sword skill, the Swordsman stood at an unreachable summit that left Wakamou far below.
Thus, he couldn’t evade the sickle-like slash of wind unleashed by the [Idol’s Storm] from behind.
Bisected, the Swordsman appeared defeated by the blade, inescapable to anyone witnessing it.
“I cut something trivial.”
With a taunt, Wakamou sheathed his sword and stood tall, having cut through twenty places but betraying no sign of it.
“You fiend….!!!”
“Left alone, you’d have died of natural causes anyway. You must be eager to die early?”
Though the Swordsman gnashed his teeth, having sensed the underhanded move, Wakamou had never intended a fair battle with a mad killer.
The King of Authority had a notorious reputation, swearing to find and kill him with burning eyes.
Scoffing, Wakamou mocked whether the King should come to Korea, never stopping the provocation.
“Enough with the provocation! Lost because you’re weak! Did you forget the Climber’s rule? It’s okay to leave, or fail. But Climbers defeated by Monsters face death alone!! Death is the end!! Germany, China, Italy, and Greece have fallen! And now France and Japan met defeat! ──And we’ve waited long enough!! The ultimate Climber!!”
“Of course, it’s me─”
Crash!
The Executioner rising was kicked aside and sent flying by the Man-eater, drooling as she treaded forward, staring blankly at the void.
Was she looking at messages sent by the American Tower?
“The being created to kill humans. A human-eating human! The USA’s strongest and brutal weapon! The self-professed righteous Climber who killed eight of the Six Legged Beast Legendary Classes!! [Man-eater]!!”
“……”
Wakamou looked down at the girl in the hockey mask.
She’s small… and her limbs were thin. The girl, attired in restraints, seemed like a primitive from the wild, let loose.
After the Mediator announced the start of the match, her shackles were released, revealing her tattered hands.
Her behavior was no different from a rampaging monster, suggesting neglected management; it was deplorable.
Once her hockey mask fell, the face beneath was riddled with scars.
Her eyes turned entirely blood-red, making her pupils unseen.
I don’t want to draw this out.
By exploiting the fact that a battle was resolved instantly, Wakamou amplified his power by using it to his advantage.
“Realm Kick!!”
Wakamou’s hair turned red, and he channeled 1.5 million magic power into his fist and launched the punch.
With over 10 million subscribers, fueled by the weight of [Devotion], the blow landed firmly.
Feeling the influx of mana stored by wild birds, Wakamou poured out his mana.
The tremendous recoil made him momentarily stagger and kneel.
The attack hit but didn’t connect.
‘Stronger than the Russian Tower’s Apostle?!’
Man-eater’s strength surpassed Wakamou when she deflected his punch just before it struck.
The punch swung downward, which Wakamou tried to deflect but was immediately torn away, losing a direct 900,000 mana in a single strike.
[Man-eater’s Aura decreases all stats by 99%!]
[Man-eater’s Killing Intent induces [Fear], [Confusion], [Hallucination], [Panic], [Loss of Reason]……]
‘…..Have they gone mad? If there were no stats, it would’ve been a disaster….. Just how many debuffs are there?’
Cold sweat dripped.
She existed solely to face humans.
Though he’d been told of her strength countless times, she’d surpassed these norms.
With such powerful strength, maintaining her chains was illogical.
Assuming she had the Human specialization, he deduced her damage was reduced as expected.
Thankfully, Man-eater’s Aura and Killing Intent didn’t substantially affect Wakamou.
While he could fight, the disparity was like this…
‘Changing the race doesn’t alter the fundamental judgments….?’
Only Wakamou might endure a single hit; any other Climbers would surely die from even the slightest brush.
Watching the Man-eater chew on his severed arm, Wakamou pondered how to beat her when,
As she devoured Wakamou’s mana-laden arm, clarity returned to the Man-eater’s eyes, making her flinch.
“There’s a chance!!”
The moment sanity returned, Wakamou grabbed her legs and flung her outside the arena.
Once her mind cleared, the mediator quickly restrained the Man-eater again who had fallen out of the arena.
“Whew”
Ridiculously strong.
Out of everything he’d faced, the Man-eater was overwhelmingly powerful!!
He hadn’t thought there was anyone more overwhelming than the Russian apostle, but the world proves vast.
‘It’s a good thing that the class and Climber matchup is terrible….’
Additionally, even her fighting style didn’t seem as if she enjoyed fights. When she’s left to her unconscious, didn’t she avoid charging and waited for her opportunity?
That right there signaled that possibly, her personality leaned more toward cowardice. Could they have forcefully met the Legendary Class conditions for her promotion?
Moreover, once clarit
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