Only My Skill Tooltip Is Strange

Chapter 95

There’s no point in engaging in a battle of wits with the administrator.

‘...No matter how much causality is supposed to protect the players... if a Celestial being decides to overturn the game, there’s no escape for the players.’

I’ve learned something while climbing the Tower of Struggle. Namely, that the administrator can’t just kill players at will. The administrator can only affect players who have stepped onto the stage they’ve set.

‘It doesn’t seem like they particularly like me, but am I crazy enough to go up again?’

A player who doesn’t know anything might challenge the next stage multiple times. They haven’t received a reward yet, after all. They might believe the Swordmaster’s words, asking to double down and move to the next stage.

But not me.

I know the structure roughly. I know that the administrator is not always favorable toward the players. That they can only favor players from their own dimension.

‘Guess I should go up.’

I’ve gained 25 points. There’s no reason to stay on the 6th floor any longer.

The administrator’s eyelids twitched. Even a worn-out Celestial being from the Tower of Struggle didn’t seem to have expected a player to take advantage like this.

The portal to the 7th floor opened. If a player wanted to go, they had no choice but to send them.

Each floor has a different atmosphere. On some floors, missions start immediately, while on others, there’s a brief chance to rest.

‘The former ends quickly, and the latter drags on.’

Honestly, I wanted a floor like the first one right now. I wanted to move up quickly.

It makes sense. I’ve spent too much time on the lower floors. I’ve already earned the right to move on, but I’ve been doing other things.

‘If I raise my stats by 25, the missions should be easier.’

There’s no reason to waste time idling on the 7th floor. Well, I’m not planning to skip bonus missions, but I’m not just going to stay here either.

I passed through the portal and was greeted by a new world.

Among the people going around the streets, I noticed there were particularly many East Asians. And the buildings around me had a somewhat familiar architectural style.

‘East Asian?’

There are many East Asians summoned to the Tower of Struggle. From Earthlings nearby to...

‘Martial artists.’

A message popped up.

[7th floor, participate in the Yongbong Guild.]

Yongbong Guild. I didn’t know what this was about.

But I did know it was in Chinese characters. Civilizations that use Chinese characters are either Chinese or, more broadly, martial artists.

‘Is the owner of the 7th floor a martial artist?’

It’s easy to deduce.

I looked around. First, I needed to figure out where I was standing.

I spotted a place that looked like a restaurant. The whole area seemed like a zone for such places.

There were delicious smells everywhere. Greasy Chinese food was the main offering.

“......”

My stomach growled. I had just come from a fight and was very hungry.

But I couldn’t go into a shop since I had no money.

‘Did Alice and Yuki not make it up here?’

They had followed close behind, but I didn’t see them around. Maybe they were dropped in a different location.

‘It’s unlikely that players who came up at almost the same time would be placed together.’

It depends on the quirks of the floor. It’s futile to expect otherwise.

When you move up a floor, it’s like starting from scratch. That’s the mindset that made things easier for me.

I immediately started looking for someone. Someone who could tell me about this floor.

“Hey.”

I grabbed one of the East Asians wearing martial clothes and asked.

“Where do I go to participate in the Yongbong Guild?”

I kept my tone casual. When dealing with martial artists, it’s better to speak informally. If you show respect, they’ll look down on you.

‘It’s better to use informal speech to avoid drawing a sword.’

The martial artist frowned. It seemed he didn’t like the way I spoke so casually.

His gaze scanned me from top to bottom, filled with hostility.

“...Seeing that you’re asking about me, you’re not a martial artist, are you? A player?”

“Yeah.”

Namgung Hyuk recoiled and covered his mouth.

“Don’t be so scared. Do you think I became close with Elder Tang for no reason? This little bit of poison is nothing.”

“......”

His expression softened. It seemed he was partially convinced by my words.

“...If you don’t know about the Yongbong Guild, then I understand. But there’s no need for such a tone.”

“Oh, really?”

The name of the Poison King was certainly effective.

As soon as I mentioned the Poison King, Namgung Hyuk’s attitude turned friendly.

‘Every time I meet a martial artist, I should sell that name.’

He’s already dead, so it doesn’t matter.

“Where do I go to join the Yongbong Guild?”

“...I’ll show you the location to register. Follow me.”

The surroundings changed.

And along with it, all the amenities disappeared.

‘Is this how I have to get directions? If I had a smartphone, I could just look it up.’

Especially the smartphone.

I missed the one from the 5th floor.

Namgung Hyuk silently led the way.

Given the atmosphere on the floor, many people seemed to recognize him.

Most of them were young martial artists.

‘You shouldn’t trust appearances in the Tower of Struggle.’

They may look young, but they could be old inside.

They might be hiding their power.

‘Namgung Hyuk...’

When I mentioned the Poison King and showed my poison technique, the emotion Namgung Hyuk displayed was fear.

‘That means he doesn’t have the strength to deal with the Poison King.’

I followed him, and soon we reached our destination.

“This is it.”

A walled estate.

Inside was the registration office.

Thankfully, the registration office was empty.

I didn’t need to wait.

“I want to join the Yongbong Guild.”

“...You mean this session of the Yongbong Guild?”

The staff member, who was organizing the list, looked at me in surprise.

“Why?”

I glanced at Namgung Hyuk.

What kind of response was this? I wanted an explanation.

“...As you know, it’s quite important who you compete against when climbing the Tower of Struggle.”

“In that case, joining this session of the Yongbong Guild would be a disadvantage?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because of Jeomchang Gwanggyeon, no, Seomgwang Geomhui.”

“......”

Seomgwang Geomhui? I’ve heard that nickname somewhere.

“The Yongbong Guild... isn’t this something like the World Martial Arts Tournament?”

“Sort of, yes.”

“There’s also an option to forfeit, right? So, there’s no need to hold back.”

Seomgwang Geomhui or whatever, there’s no player that can stop me. I immediately signed up.