Chapter 33 - Tower of Jinma (1) (2/2)

If I can’t afford an armor scroll, I would be throwing 10 silver-worth of admission fee away.

Moreover, I don’t have enough materials.

I had more than 10 carapace and manes, but the scroll can take up to three materials.

Going back to the first floor to catch goblins for more materials didn’t sound wise.

In any case, there was nothing else to do.

It’s time to go in.

Jinma Tower is a safe place. It is a training center.

I have decided.

I called out the door leading to the tower. A door appeared in front of me, and I calmly turned the handle and stepped in.

It was dark.

Dungeons are dark places. From the time I was a goblin, I had adapted to the darkness, to the point where I could clearly distinguish everything.

However, this passageway was darker than I’ve ever experienced.

A space with nothing, nothing but me.

However, even though my eyes are covered by darkness, I could feel countless beings alive and breathing.

Although I couldn’t see them, they were definitely here.

And some of the presence I felt were the most difficult to recognize.

Infinitely huge, but infinitely transparent.

Infinitely strong, but at the same time infinitely fleeting.

Suddenly, without notice, I heard a sharp and heavy voice of a middle-aged man.

“You passed.”

Even though the voice seemed to be coming from right in front of my nose, it was difficult for me to identify his position.

I immediately realized. It was evident that he had a surprise or a skill equivalent to, or even beyond. It’s not even comparable to me.

I was just desperate to know where he is.

“I am the manager of the Jinma Tower, A.”

“I…”

“You are Fate. You climbed the tower.”

The next moment, as quickly as he approached me, he suddenly disappeared.

I felt alone again in the dark.

“The Tower of Jinma is on the border between the current and spiritual world. The traces left in the trajectory of life coexist in one place. This place was created for Fate, Top Challenger, and Climber.”

Well.

I don’t understand the other things he said.

But I understood one thing. That the Jinma Tower was a place for me, like a dedicated store.

I focused my mind as much as possible to find out where he identified himself as A.

His presence, his spirit, the sound he makes. I tried to detect all of them clearly and put all my senses.

And it worked out. I still couldn’t pinpoint his exact location, but now I had a vague sense of where he was.

[Intermediate Detection has become Lv2.]

That was enough. At least, I didn’t want to produce the unpleasantness of looking at and talking to the empty air.

“… The trajectory of existence doesn’t lie.”

I ignored his bullshit and opened my mouth.

“Rain told me that this is a safe training center.”

“Rain? … … Alas.”

He paused for a moment and soon affirmed me.

Well, I knew from the beginning that Rain was using a pseudonym. And now, in response to A’s reaction, it seems that A has an idea of the person I’m talking about, and hopefully, they know each other.

“It is not wrong. This place is full of the power of Jinma. Fate’s soul and body, who have lost their boundaries and become one, are immortal in this place.”

It seemed to me that I would never die here. I could not interpret anything else.

“What is Jinma?”

“No answer.”

I couldn’t stand it and asked about Jinma, but he cut my question.

I grinded my teeth and asked him something else.

“What is this place for?”

“Training and testing. Unity.”

“What can I do here?”

“Prove yourself.”

“What can I get?”

“Qualification.”

If I had the power, I would have kicked his shin. I couldn’t do that.

But when I was going to go for it, A added.

“And don’t disrespect me.”

Soon after, something happened between him and me.

Between him and me? No.

Front, back, left, right.

There was a huge invisible wall that kept me locked in a limited space.

It was in the dark, where even the field of view was not secured, but the senses I polished and polished gave me a rough grasp of the height of the wall rising from all sides and its intensity.

And the moment I figured out the identity of the wall, A’s voice came out again.

“The first floor of Jinma Tower. The first adversary is the troll.”

His voice could be anywhere from a long distance or whispering in my ear.

“Conquest takes place when all the trajectories of existence are brought together.”

“I don’t understand…”

At the end of his speech, I heard a harsh breath.

I knew it wasn’t A’s.

Didn’t he just tell you?

The adversary is a troll. An intermediate-level troll.

It was too much. I would not have been here, knowing that there would be an intermediate-level enemy!

“Wow, wow, wow, wow!”

The troll screamed and rushed to me. Without any doubt, he was moving only to kill me.

Towering stone walls enclosed us.

A limited space where only me and the troll exist.

This is not a tower.

Arena.

That was the true identity of Jinma Tower!