Chapter 338: Trap (2)
A translucent screen floats on the wall.
The first thing that catches his eye is a catalog that lists nurous items and their prices.
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A rest area where you can buy anything with candy.
Comfortable and cozy things are everywhere.
The items aren't too expensive, so even people with low levels and stats can relax here.
Delicious food, fluffy furniture, interesting entertainnt... You can even send a ssage to soone outside the tower!
The downside is that you only get one reply and it costs an additional golden candy to read it, but you can still communicate.
Plus, it's free to send once a month, so that's an added perk.
With less than 0.0001% of challengers making it to this level, and the next level being 10x harder, you'll be lucky to even make it to this level.
So for all the comforts and conveniences, Vikir had this to say.
'...That's one hell of a trap.'
This is the first ti he's seen a trap laid out so blatantly.
But it's the traps on this floor that are so effective nonetheless.
Even Vikir, who has seen it all, would have fallen to it if he hadn't had the knowledge he had before the regression.
'Even the great and powerful Camus had a hard ti on this floor,'
Vikir didn't relax, recalling an incident from long ago.
The face of Hugo Le Baskerville, patriarch of the Baskerville family, flashed in his mind.
'Do you know how to catch the big beast?'
One day, Hugo gathered the young hounds of the Baskervilles around him and said that.
One of the hounds raised his hand and said, "It's called a pack," and Hugo shook his head.
'I'm talking about a very large beast, a beast that can't be defeated by many. What would you do if such a thing ruled an entire mountain and reigned like a king?'
A large beast that reigns supre over a region.
A single entity whose combat power and danger is so high that even an army can't handle it.
Indeed, the western fringes of the Baskervilles' territory were ho to quite a few such beasts.
Did all the seeds dry up after Hugo moved his family to the lower reaches of the Red and Black Mountains?
Hugo told him of his thods of extermination.
'I didn't use much force. Anyone with the ti could have done it. Even if you're just a criminal.'
Hugo said he left chunks of at all over the mountain.
He didn't use poison or traps. The sll of poison or iron would only make the enemy more wary.
The chunks of at scattered throughout the beast's territory were seasoned.
The fatty, cholesterol-rich at was selected from the fatty parts, stir-fried and deep-fried, and scattered throughout the beast's hunting grounds.
Even the beasts that were initially wary of the at chunks would eventually eat them if they saw them laid out all over the hunting trail.
The amazingly delicious chunks of at keep coming. They're everywhere.
You don't have to go hunting, you just have to set foot on a trail and you'll always have access to those fatty, delicious chunks of at.
It's a life of lying down and sleeping, then waking up when you're hungry, following the scent, and picking up chunks of at.
This goes on for a while.
In the anti, the beast gains weight. It develops a belly and wrinkles.
Its claws, always sharpened as it runs across the land, and its teeth, sharpened by breaking prey's bones and soaking in blood, beco dull.
His ears and eyes, which allowed him to sense the signs of his prey from miles away, have grown fat and dull.
A fleshy underbelly and fatty intestines weigh it down.
'Now is the ti to hunt.'
When the beast has completely lost its wildness, the hardened hounds of the Baskervilles break their leashes and run.
And from that day forward, the territory changes hands.
In this way, Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman, would eliminate his enemies and the beasts of the Black Mountain, one by one.
'... The principle of this floor is the sa.'
Vikir closed the catalog.
'The reason this floor is dangerous is not because of the presence of life-threatening demons or traps.
Rather, it is the certainty that there is none.
It's so peaceful and relaxing that everything you've been through seems like a nightmare.
Conveniences that are only a small price to pay for the stats you've worked so hard to accumulate.
Once you leave, not only will you never return, but you'll face missions that are ten tis harder than anything you've ever faced before.
And the ability to send letters to people outside the tower is another reason to stay.
The chance to let your family, friends, and loved ones know you're okay, even if they're probably crying right now.
Even better, you can write back to them!
This is what keeps challengers on this floor.
As you stay, you'll spend more and more candy in your stats.
Little by little, like clothes soaked in a drizzle.
Once they're gone, they'll never co back.
Your strength, agility, and stamina... will decrease by a further level.
Outside of this floor, you can spit out candies of the stats you've already eaten, and they'll give you back more candies, so there's no reason not to exchange them.
The longer you stay here, the faster and more rapidly the challenger will weaken.
Weakened in body and mind, the challenger will eventually be unable to descend to the next level and will remain here for life.
A prison without bars.
The challengers of the tower, whose bodies were locked up but not their minds, will eventually find their minds locked up here as well.
Of their own volition!
'Here I will grow fat, old, and weak. content to exchange letters with people outside the tower for the rest of my life.'
If soone else clears the tower, even if it's not you, you'll automatically leave this floor and go outside.
'It doesn't have to be ...'
As a result of this psychology, challengers beco even more unable to escape this floor.
'Besides... there must be hidden traps here.'
Vikir turned his head in silence and looked at the screen in the corner of his eye.
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