Chapter 99: Gray Temple (3)


    The first reward had given him luck and the adaptive stat.


    And now came the second reward.


    Is entering thebyrinth after taking the first job quest a trigger?


    Jin-hyuk gulped.


    The first reward had been so out of the norm that it had surprised his veteran self. He now had expectations of how good the reward would be this time.


    It would be a lie if he said he could stay calm.


    Ill check.


    He mumbled in a whisper-like voice.


    <em>Tring!</em>


    [You have acquired ''Moon Imprint'']


    [This ability takes effect when the first job quest ispleted.]


    [Moon Imprint


    Acquisition Difficulty: Unmeasurable (A reward only for those who climbed the end of the Tower for the first time)


    Description: Reduces the activation time of all barriers by 25% and increases its effectiveness by 30%. In addition, if you acquire all of the ''Lost Languages'' that were lost in the Tower a long time ago, you will be able to learn the ''Nameless Barrier''.]


    This


    Was insane.


    Jin-hyuk read the status window in shock. He had chosen an unfamiliar job just for the kicks.


    For Jin-hyuk, a job is just a word added to the status window because he would already earn skills and rewards at a higher level.


    Therefore, the first job was just a means of soothing his boredom.


    But


    All of that had now changed because of the message disyed in the status window. This heterogeneous field would simply be more than just a little interesting.


    This was a new field that electrified every cell in his body. Jin-hyuk then looked at the end of the status window.


    The Lost Languages and the Nameless Barrier


    These were things he had seen before when climbing the Tower.


    It was one of those things I kept looking for but couldnt find a clue.


    At that time, he thought they were just mistakes left over by the dev team.


    It was all an easter egg concept for the first yer who conquered the Tower.


    Only now did he understand. At the same time, Jin-hyuks heart began to beat quickly.


    He was now walking on pure white snow, which no one else had ever stepped on. The anticipation was increased because the end of this road was now in reality and not a game.


    The raid team quickly dealt with the monsters around the entrance and began to head in.


    <em>Kwakwakwang!</em>


    Various magic and skills were being used.


    <em>Kwang!</em>


    Arge explosion urred as colorful, magical attacks collided together.


    The inside of thebyrinth was like a battlefield.


    Tanks, give up on attacking and take defense on both sides! Be mindful of the advance! Never take damage!


    Dealers, focus your attacks starting from the ones in front! Those who cannot manage their magic get ready to use an attack after the main dealers do!


    As expected of the top-level elite guilds.


    Not a single wounded yer could be seen in this fight against the venomous cobras, who were over four meters tall alongside anacondas that could crush steel.


    Jin-hyuk, who was watching from a distance, liked what he saw.


    They have quite a lot of rity.


    The captain was organizing their members well, and the bnce of their attack wasnt bad either.


    They deserve the fame they have.


    With this skill


    Theyd probably survive for two hours.


    If lucky, one or two yers might survive up to ten hours.


    Jin-hyuk recalled a few simr cases in his head. Now that he had seen their skills, he could predict what the ending would look like.


    At that moment.


    How do you see them in your eyes, Mr. Kang Jin-hyuk?


    Lee Young-kwon asked from next to him.


    Uh? What do you mean?


    A literal question as to how skilled they look.


    Well, not bad. It seems that they have experience in doing this.


    But that isnt all, right?


    Lee Young-kwon asked again as if he expected more.


    It is like a textbook. Not bad, but not outstanding either. The reason that they are holding on right now is simply that they met a weaker opponent. Of course, the fact that Japans raid system specializes in group battles might y a role in it.


    Then does it mean that there is a w in it?


    A w?


    The problem was that there were too many. Once you looked closely, you could see five or six actively contributing, but the other people werent doing much?


    If the opponent wasnt a normal monster but a named monster instead, the tanker in the third row from the left would have died. Can you see the instability in the flow of magic through their shield? In addition, the amount of magic used by support is also a huge w. Its probably around 0.7% fatal.


    0.7%.


    Even if such a figure didnt seem like a huge deal, it bes an issue in a prolonged battle. Alternatively, if a battle became so intense that the end had to be decided by one side, a misstep or a mistaken breath would yield an inevitable result.


    Lee Young-kwon shut his mouth.


    As expected


    As expected.


    Everyone who was watching was admiring the Samurai Guilds practice movement, but he found it strange that Jin-hyuk was watching them with a look of pity.


    In fact, the yers of Fathers of Fighting were all admiring them too.


    -Textbook, nothing special.


    Even while watching a near-perfect raid, this was what he said.


    -Tank on the left side 3rd row the supporters magic


    An eye that could identify the weakness from just one battle


    Such a different way of viewing the battle.


    Just like an ant on the ground was different from a hawk in the sky. They saw the same scene, but they were viewing it differently.


    The video uploaded on Viewtube didnt reveal even the tip of the skill that this yer has.


    He was only showing glimpses of it. The highlights and bits of reality were just tools to catch the subscribers attention.


    Lee Young-kwon felt goosebumps on his skin.


    This man was


    Someone who would perfectly destroy all of the Samurai Guilds yers.


    A divine beast who could defeat both their guild and might even cut off Medusas head.


    If possible.


    It was possible.


    Thebyrinth attack had just begun, but Lee Young-kwon was already able to see the end of it.


    The cycle of fierce battles and short breaks was repeated.


    How long had it been since they entered thebyrinth?


    A fork appeared in front of the raid team, which was moving forward without hesitation.


    From this point onwards was a section of thebyrinth where there was no information.


    Commander. We are here.


    At the words of the scout, everyone stopped.


    There were two paths to choose from now. The left side was bright due to mes rising from the floor. The right side was dark enough to strike fear in people.


    Which side do we go to?


    Sunsses, no, Samurai Guild raid captain, Maeda asked.


    Fire and darkness.


    The future of this raids sess depended on this blind choice.


    Takeshi slowly moved his eyes to the left and then to the right.


    And to the left again.


    Shit. This wasnt in the future that I saw!


    He had seen a scene of the future beforeing here.


    There was a fork in the road. However, it was different from the paths being shown right now. There had been rows of columns instead of fire and darkness.


    Mr. Takeshi?


    A voice called out to him. Sooner orter, these doubts would be a certainty.


    That


    Takeshi licked his lips.


    He couldnt hold back any longer and had to answer them.


    As I thought, you chose the left path.


    A familiar voice intervened. It was Jin-hyuk.


    Left?


    Kuak. You are indeed a veteran. Considering the difficulty of the Tower, one would rather take the right side, which looks dangerous. It is a counter invention; however, thisbyrinth is a ce to send people with such a fine head to hell. And you knew that.


    Jin-hyuk put on an expression of admiration.


    Takeshi raised his thumb up.


    R-right. I also attacked this ce in the past with that method. Even on the way to the 30th floor, this kind of forked path choicese up often.


    Such bullshit.


    The Tower of Trials wasnt an IQ test.


    There was no way such things could happen with paths, and this wasnt that kind of game.


    This wasnt a game that had been developed by a management team pursuing perfection. This was a game that had been randomly created to fuck with people around the world.


    Jin-hyuk could at least confirm one thing.


    The level of shiting from this guys mouth was far worse than he thought.


    I would rather have tarot cards make the decision. At least that would be more reliable.


    This was really absurd.


    However, his words were far from his thoughts.


    Indeed! There are many ces simr to this on the way to the top.


    Haha! yer Kang Jin-hyuk, too will make it up one day. Of course, it should be one step at a time.


    Right.


    And you people just had to take one more step to enter your coffin.


    Then, do we move?


    Yes. Everyone, move.


    Takeshi nodded.


    Is it really the left path, Mr. Takeshi?


    Maeda double-checked the decision, just in case.


    It is right. As yer Kang jin-hyuk said. It isnt umon for the Tower to make traps for us.


    I understand.


    It felt like he was being dragged down, but Maeda didnt protest as he had no reason to.


    This yer had urately pinpointed the location of a hidden dungeon on the 5th floor that hadnt been revealed anywhere.


    The yer he trusted the most in the guild was Takeshi.


    The raid team hastened their steps forward.


    However, as thest member of their team entered the path along the brightly lit road


    <em>Wheik!</em>


    <em>Kukuku!</em>


    The me began to dance and perfectly surrounded the yers on all sides.


    W-what?


    Didnt you say that the left side is safe?


    I-I thought sono, this ismon! Do not worry too much! If we dont move, the mes dont pose a threat to us.


    Takeshi tried to reassure everyone.


    Of course, it was of no use.


    <em>Kwakwakwang!</em>


    As if to ridicule their supposed future, the red lines of mes began to approach them slowly.