A Wimp's Strategy Guide to Conquer the Tower

It began.

“This captain will brief you. Destination: Parallel Universe United States. Flight mode: Infinite Turbo Blink Flight.”

Hmm.

A YouTube video released to the entire world.

At first, people thought it was just a movie.

Wasn’t this the age of AI?

Type in a few keywords, and a decent-looking video popped out instantly.

But then came the list of people shown at the end of the video.

Along with testimony from Commissioner Jeon Gwangil of the Korean Awakening Administration.

The video was real.

The nuclear explosion, the fire-engine-style clear, the Demon Realm, the dimensional energy storage, the true identity of the administrator, Earth of Parallel Universe No. 675—everything.

└ I thought it was a clichéd scenario.

└ Well, it is clichéd. A typical alien-god invasion.

└ Parallel universes, though? That caught me totally off guard.

└ Honestly, I’m shocked. There were that many Earths?

└ If the ruined one is No. 675, does that mean 675 Earths were destroyed?

└ What number is our Earth?

Communities were flooded with the topic.

And naturally, with Juhyeok as well.

└ By the way, what the hell is Bong Juhyeok’s Trait?

└ No idea. Looks like he pulls people into the Tower in droves.

└ Maybe it’s a raid-party Trait? Like [Party Recruitment].

└ That kind of Trait exists?

└ Who knows. He clears with groups, not solo.

Speculation about Juhyeok’s Trait dominated the discussion.

└ If that’s true, it’s insanely broken.

└ Raid tactics through sheer numbers—then even I could clear S+++!

└ But summoning Traits are like that too. You summon monsters, familiars, spirits, golems, and fight together.

└ There were rumors that Bong Juhyeok’s Trait was summoning.

└ Right. Strengthen the Trait, increase numbers, raise ranks.

Wild guesses flew everywhere.

└ Wait—if it’s a [Summon] Trait, does that mean he summons people?

└ Come on, that’s ridiculous.

└ Why is it ridiculous? Ever played games? Tons of games summon people or heroes.

└ Why compare games to real life?

└ Tower clears are basically games anyway, aren’t they?

└ And if they’re people, communication is easier too.

└ Turns out Bong Juhyeok’s nothing special.

└ Tch, disappointing.

└ So he’s actually weak and just leeches off his summons, getting carried? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

└ He’s been freeloading this whole time.

└ Must be nice, climbing the Tower like that. Anyone could do it.

└ Life’s so damn unfair.

Belittlement and malicious jealousy toward Bong Juhyeok popped up everywhere.

But the counterarguments were just as fierce.

└ You fucking idiots—what? Broken Trait? Freeloading? You wanna die?

└ So what if it’s broken? We’re safe because of Bong Juhyeok.

└ Ugh, smells like bugs crawling out now that there’s an opening.

└ Keyboard warriors stuck in their rooms.

└ We should gather those assholes up and throw them into Earth No. 675.

Then another video was uploaded.

Title: Republic of Korea Black Tower (NO.1) 88th Floor Clear Footage.

A single player moved swiftly across a vast sand desert.

At the same time, he kept scanning his surroundings.

└ Huh? Bong Juhyeok?

└ That’s Bong Juhyeok.

└ You sure?

└ Looks exactly like the leaked photos.

└ 88th Floor—that was the Sand Dragon, right?

└ But he’s alone.

Suddenly—

An enormous Sand Dragon burst out from beneath the sand.

└ Gasp!

└ Oh no!

└ Holy shit, how’s he supposed to kill that alone?

└ Even magic guns wouldn’t work.

└ Huh? Why is he alone? Where’s everyone else?

└ No!!!

└ Don’t fight it—run!

└ I can’t watch this!

That was when it happened.

Bong Juhyeok’s hammer flew.

WHIRRR!

PUHK!

KWA-AAAAANG!

The Sand Dragon was smashed aside by a tiny wooden hammer.

WHIRRR!

CATCH!

The wooden hammer returned to Bong Juhyeok’s hand.

Another strike immediately followed.

WHIRRR!

KWA-AAAAANG!

A deafening roar.

The Sand Dragon was torn to pieces.

└ Oh!

└ Huh?

└ Ah!

└ Kill?

└ Woooah!

└ Kyaaah!

└ Whew!

Then Bong Juhyeok turned around and grinned.

└ He’s insane.

└ Two-shot kill?

└ He soloed an 88th-Floor monster?

└ He’s strong!

└ Not a drop of sweat.

└ So he himself was invincible all along.

└ Stronger than his summons, obviously.

└ Can’t you tell? He just brings weaker ones along.

└ The bugs will say it’s item-carry again.

└ With that tiny wooden hammer? If so, that’s actually shameless.

It was an overwhelming clear.

All talk of “Trait-carry” vanished instantly.

└ Who said our great comrade Bong Juhyeok was Trait-carried?

└ Those bastards have lost their minds. What, freeloading?

└ Well... technically, yeah. Two hits and dead.

└ Comrades, conduct self-criticism! Juhyeok forever!

└ Wow, the northern guys really switched sides fast.

└ Fine, I’m in too. Juhyeok forever!

└ Juhyeok forever!

└ Juhyeok forever!

The second video also caused an explosive reaction.

White Tower Floor 17.

U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security MacMillan and Director Antonio boarded the elevator with Juhyeok’s group.

Where did this elevator even go?

And it wasn’t just the elevator.

From the moment they entered the White Tower, questions flooded their minds nonstop.

But soon, they gave up.

What was the point of questioning everything?

The White Tower itself was already bizarre beyond reason.

A landscape like a transplanted small city, towering landmark buildings, long straight roads, plazas filled with dozens of Gigants.

And the people—

They had seen them in videos, but seeing them in person was different.

And over there, a farmer with three legs and six arms was plowing a field.

If they questioned every single thing, there would be no end.

The best option was to simply follow instructions.

Thus, they boarded the elevator in silence.

Earth No. 675 tour group.

Members: Secretary MacMillan and Director Antonio.

Juhyeok rode with them.

He pressed the button for Floor 1.

SWOOOOONG!

The elevator vibrated.

“Mm.”

GRRRRRRRK.

An ominous pressure pressed down on them.

MacMillan and Antonio squeezed their eyes shut.

WHIIING!

Ding!

SLIDE.

[The elevator has arrived at Floor 1.]

White Tower Floor 1 was also owned by Juhyeok.

Therefore, the trial passes remained valid.

“You may get off.”

“Is... is this another dimension?”

“No. This is still the White Tower. Just shout ‘Exit.’”

SPOT! SPOT!

Only then did MacMillan and Antonio arrive at Earth No. 675.

“Welcome!”

“Summoner, you’ve arrived?”

“Victory! No abnormalities during duty!”

Some of the summoned entities had already been waiting on Earth No. 675.

Cossack, Mad Demon, Diamat, and Crackrus—four in total.

“This is it.”

“Yes.”

A ruined world.

Collapsed building debris, the Black Tower looming ahead, and patches of grass and small trees just beginning to grow.

“You’re shocked, aren’t you?”

“A... a little.”

“I was too, at first.”

Suddenly—

SWOOOONG!

The Green Dragon Crackrus transformed into his true form.

“Ancient Dragon Air, ancient airplane, Green Aircraft ready.”

MacMillan and Antonio jumped in surprise.

A person had turned into a dragon?

The same dragon from the Demon Realm footage?

But an airplane?

Were they supposed to ride on that massive dragon’s back?

SSSRK!

Magically formed stairs appeared.

“Please, step up.”

“...”

Wouldn’t they fall?

This seemed dangerous.

“Hey, Yankee gentlemen, no problem, safe flight, trust me.”

“...We understand Korean.”

“Okay! Please fasten your seatbelts.”

FLAPFLAP!

SHWAAAAAAAK!!!

Crackrus began a gliding flight.

What even was Infinite Turbo Blink Flight?

Crackrus seemed a little off too.

A proud ancient dragon, carrying people on his back wasn’t enough—now it was Infinite Turbo Blink Flight?

SHWAAAAK!

The green aircraft shot forward like an arrow.

Then—FLASH!

Space compressed, and they jumped.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

Ugh.

I’m getting motion sickness.

Blink was a spell that consumed massive mana.

Even if an ancient dragon’s mana was practically infinite, using it like this...

Meanwhile, Diamat walked between the seats, her tail with sharp spikes swaying gently.

“Master, would you like a glass of wine?”

What was she doing now?

Flight attendant cosplay?

“I’ll just have a beer.”

“Yes. Would you like peanuts as a snack?”

“...Sure.”

“Flight attendant, passenger Cossack here.”

“Yes?”

“I’d like a cold bottle of water, please.”

“Got it. Anyone else?”

Their defector succubus whose abilities had skyrocketed.

Potions had compatibility.

The Great Demon Heart Enhancement Elixir had over 200% effectiveness on Diamat.

Meaning—

Diamat was now Great Demon-class.

An airplane piloted by an ancient dragon, with a Great Demon working as flight attendant.

“If you’d like to sleep, just tell me. I can put you to sleep.”

A succubus flight attendant who could put passengers to sleep.

Oddly fitting.

Several hours later.

The green aircraft crossed the Atlantic and arrived at the eastern United States.

“Ah...”

“M-my god.”

Probably New York.

Collapsed skyscrapers, ruined Manhattan.

MacMillan and Antonio simultaneously raised their smartphones.

And thus, Earth No. 675—the ruined parallel-universe Earth, another America—was captured on camera.

The green aircraft passed New York and headed toward Washington.

The Capitol had collapsed, the Lincoln Memorial was ruined, and the White House was completely gone without a trace.

“Really... this is...”

“Whew.”

The difference in time and space made it a completely different world, but in a way, this was still America.

It was bound to be shocking.

MacMillan spoke in a subdued voice.

“It seems there was no player like you here, Mr. Bong.”

There actually had been one.

Earth No. 675’s superpower Germany’s top player, Max Kruger.

He had succeeded in acquiring the White Tower, but because he lacked the crucial means to make use of it, he had been unable to do anything—an unfortunate player.

Well, there was no need to tell them.

Saying that Germany was the strongest nation in a parallel universe would be shocking in a different way.

I really was lucky.

Without the summoned entities, he would have been nothing.

He should live with gratitude at all times.

The green aircraft continued flying over the eastern United States and the Great Lakes region, engraving deeply just how devastating the aftermath of destruction was.

It was about time to return.

Going back was simple.

Just enter the White Tower from here, dismiss the summoned entities—

SPOT!

Back to White Tower Floor 17.

Upon arrival, a lavish banquet had already been prepared.

Guests had come all the way from the United States—how could they just let them leave?

At least they should feed them.

“Miss, summon the White Tower chief steward. Honored guests, please take the seats of honor with Young Master.”

The party began.

They ate, drank, and talked about the Black Tower and parallel universes.

Then Secretary MacMillan cautiously asked Juhyeok.

“Um, Player Bong Juhyeok.”

“Yes?”

“About that trial pass that lets us enter the White Tower... is it only valid for one day?”

“Not at all. There are one-day passes, one-month passes...”

“Oh! Then our time is almost up.”

“Well... I suppose so?”

As if something had suddenly occurred to him, Antonio asked,

“Did the Commissioner also receive a trial pass?”

Commissioner Jeon Gwangil replied with a faint smile.

“Heh. A trial pass? I have permanent Residency Rights.”

“Permanent?”

“Yes. No time limit. As it happens, I’m the first Earth resident with permanent status.”

“That must be nice.”

“It’s something to be proud of.”

Antonio had heard about it.

The White Tower.

A place that remained intact even if the world ended.

A kind of refuge.

Even if the Black Tower collapsed, a nuclear explosion occurred, or earthquakes split the land apart.

With a single utterance of an entry skill, one could enter this place—the White Tower.

The ultimate evacuation method, incomparable to personal bunkers or panic rooms.

Given that, the value of this entry pass?

It was impossible to even imagine.

“Then... how many people have permanent Residency Rights...?”

“Almost none. Even Team Leader Lee Minah only has a one-month pass.”

At that moment—

SPOT!

“Greetings! White Tower comrades, I’ve come to meet the Minister of the People’s Armed Forces for strategic cooperation. We’ve gathered all of the Republic’s nuclear warheads—uh...”

Chairman Kim Injung locked eyes with high-ranking U.S. officials.

An awkward silence instantly fell.

“U-uh, American imperialist wolves—no, comrades, why are you here...?”

Commissioner Jeon Gwangil spoke with a bitter smile.

“That gentleman also has a one-month lease pass.”

MacMillan and Antonio frowned.

They suddenly felt unpleasant.

The leader of a so-called axis of evil, under global sanctions, had a monthly pass.

So why did they only have a one-day trial?

They could guess the reason he had received a monthly pass.

Should they ask to be upgraded to permanent Residency Rights?

Or at least to a monthly pass?

Just then—

STEP, STEP, STEP.

Farmer Duu walked toward Juhyeok.

“Summoner.”

“Oh! Mr. Duu.”

“Just harvested. Cherry tomatoes. Fresh.”

Duu brought over a basket filled with plump, ripe cherry tomatoes.

The crops on the 17th Floor were starting to be harvested.

The farming skill of ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Duu’s hidden class.

And the 17th Floor’s environment, perfectly suited for agriculture.

On top of that, the recent shower of immortal energy had benefited the crops as well.

How could these be ordinary cherry tomatoes?

Even their color was extraordinary.

“Everyone, come here. These are cherry tomatoes grown by Mr. Duu.”

Commissioner Jeon Gwangil’s eyes sparkled.

He knew the value of Duu’s produce well.

Even the lettuce had been incredible.

He quickly picked one and chewed.

MacMillan and Antonio followed suit, popping one into their mouths.

“Good, right?”

There was no reply.

No—they couldn’t reply.

They were too busy savoring the taste.

Was this really a tomato?

How could it taste like this?

“Mr. Duu, please sit down too. Have a drink of makgeolli.”

“Report to summoner.”

“A report? About what?”

“Immortal Peach tree. Abnormal phenomenon. Strange object formed.”

Huh?

What was that supposed to mean?

Something happened to the Immortal Peach tree?

“Really? Let’s go quickly.”

“...”

A crowd rushed toward the Immortal Peach tree.

What was it?

What kind of anomaly?

Juhyeok looked toward the tip of the branch Duu was pointing at.

“...Huh?”

Something was hanging there.

He had seen it many times before.

Brilliant golden—

Hair?

Yes.

No doubt about it.

That hair.

“It’s hair!!! Hurray!”

“Hair, is it?”

“Hair indeed.”

“It is hair.”

“Hair, hair, hair. The hair has arrived.”

“WAAH!”

A clone of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had arrived.

Through the Immortal Peach tree, no less.

How did this happen?

Did the Sword Immortal send it?

Even the tiny bit of lingering anxiety was completely washed away.

This was better than a hundred nuclear warheads.

Let any Great Demon come now.

Meanwhile, MacMillan and Antonio looked utterly confused.

A clump of hair on a tree branch—what was so amazing about that?

MUNCH, MUNCH.

And why were these cherry tomatoes so unbelievably delicious?

They couldn’t stop eating.

MacMillan and Antonio exited the White Tower and returned to the United States.

Juhyeok escorted them to the U.S. base and even sent them off with a box of cherry tomatoes as a gift.

After that, there was no time to rest.

Juhyeok and the summoned entities fully focused on preparations for the assault.

Firepower was sufficient.

They had plenty of nuclear warheads.

And now, the Great Sage’s golden hair as well.

What the three masters of magic engineering focused on most was defensive countermeasures.

Nuclear weapons were a double-edged sword.

One mistake, and everyone died together.

Even if you died, I shouldn’t.

So they researched ways to block a nuclear explosion even if it detonated just 100 meters away.

A mage’s Absolute Shield, magic-engineering Protector Barriers, alchemical defensive homunculi, and Earth-made nuclear shelters.

Bring it on.

They would detonate immediately.

Ground burst, air burst—anything was possible.

Because they had the green bomber.

Time flowed quickly.

At last, Jepetto’s dispatch assignment ended.

“There will be no more dispatch missions.”

“That’s unfortunate. I’ve grown attached.”

“Won’t we have a chance to meet again?”

“Yes.”

First, they applied the memory regression technique to Jepetto, synchronized his soul and body frequencies, and had him consume Royal Blood and the Great Demon Heart Enhancement Elixir.

And with that, all preparations were complete.

Let’s completely clear Black Tower No. 675.

All the way to the 100th Floor.