a strange dream
That same night, Dearly Knight, who had been hiding underground with Julia and Galik, was engulfed in light and forcibly removed from the tower.
Fortunately that boy in the blue t-shirt had given him food before, if it weren't for that and for sitting still like a corpse, he would have starved to death long ago.
Standing still reduces power consumption by 99%, they realized this after they locked themselves underground.
Dearly Knight had come back to the real world after hearing about the achievements of the tower, he got a C rating and was a little proud of his performance.
Now Dearly Knight has returned to his true appearance, his long blond hair has been turned into a crew cut and his facial features have diminished by various levels of beauty.
He was very proud of what he had obtained this time, with his naive thought, he took out the objects from his simple room to show his father.
As good friends with the leader of a sub-headquarters of the Deluxe Guild, his father joined one of the floor raid teams and has performed satisfactorily, even being awarded a golden armor.
A player like Har would know that that's nothing but rubbish compared to iron armor, but it's better than nothing all the same.
In a short time the rumor spread that this Dearly Knight had returned with many treasures from the first floor, it was to be expected if he goes around showing things like gold bars.
"Incredible!"
Dearly Knight's father was very surprised to see familiar items such as the iron armor valued at 10,000 TP, 5 gold bars, a sword, and…the most recent item that has caused a stir, a shield.
"These things are making a lot of noise lately, there are at least 70,000 TPs here."
As his son just came out of the tower and looks like a primate just out of the cave, his father told him the news about Steve and the Collector.
Immediately this Dearly Knight used his newly acquired friends list and sent a request to this Steve, he tried to do it with the Collector but there was no such alias available.
From then on he began to tell his father about his experience on the first floor.
...
"Hey, are you sure nothing will happen?"
"Don't worry, it will be like taking candy from a baby."
Two figures moved agilely in the dark night, if we remember their voices well we would realize that they are those people from the Black Heart Guild, or rather, the Black Light Guild.
This is Drac Silva and his receptionist, Paula Nosel, they stopped on a roof looking at a small shop below, this is the Blue Bird guild where Har sold the armor.
They were very resentful of that Chrollo Lucilfer who embarrassed them during the live broadcast. They observed that this small guild had obtained an armor valued at 10,000 TP for only 500 dollars, out of greed and resentment they planned to steal their treasures.
If Har saw this scene, he would undoubtedly feel sorry and embarrassed for these people, the strength of that old man Hill Couldsoon is not something this Drac Silva can face even in his dreams.
Inside the house, the old man Hill widened his eyes indifferently, seemed to have felt something, and got up from the mattress on the floor.
Surprisingly, a new mattress had been added away from the two of the old man and the twins, a girl with pink hair was sleeping peacefully on the mattress, it was the streamer girl Ariel.
...
In a place of endless darkness, a young man moved slowly like a body in outer space, appearing to be in a deep sleep with no plans to wake up.
The young man is wearing modern light clothes, his hair was a mess of black and white strands.
At one point, the young man's eyes widened with a puzzled expression.
Looking down at his chest, a long elegant white sword had pierced him.
Kuhg.*
The young man spat blood, it leaked from his body through the opening in his chest and spilled onto the sword.
Something crazier happened, the originally white sword suddenly turned completely dark and its shape changed, its edge was lost and the entire sword was filled with rust.
The young man turned around trying to see who caused so much pain, but there was no one, the sword was only connected to a thread almost imperceptible to the naked eye, he tried to see the end of the thread, without success.
The young man, with no sense of perception of heaven and earth or the cardinal points, began to fall as if he entered the crosshairs of a planet's gravity.
He didn't worry about what would happen to him when he fell, he just cried disappointed in himself for some reason, a thought came to his mind, that that sword was always behind him and only now had he acted.
However, as he fell into lamentation, fury and despair, a light shone at the imperceptible bottom of this boundless abyss, a long elegant sword reached out to him, surprisingly, it was the sword that stabbed him before, but that is impossible because that sword was still inserted in his chest.
This white sword flew under him and sustained his fall, still with no light in sight, the sword's edge glowing brightly as if it was trying to communicate with this youth.
The young man saw this glow but did not understand what he meant, only a feeling of familiarity filled his heart as he stabbed at him when he felt the glow of the sword.
As if everything was an illusion, his soul came out of his body and he could see the sword behind him and his dying body, both were attached to a thread, the threads of the swords were heading in the same direction, but his seemed to be going contrary spreading over him.
Following his thread upwards, his eyes widened at the sight of a huge hand that covered all space as far as his eye could see.
"Hahh!!...haaah..."
In a familiar room, Har's eyes snapped open and he breathed hard, sunlight streaming through his window and filtering through his curtains.
"What the hell was that?"
A cold sweat ran down his forehead, the back of his shirt had a large wet stain, he unconsciously touched his chest and finally sighed in relief.
"That was scary, I guess I lived a long time before long."
Har got up from his bed and stretched.
"I can take things more calmly, after all mom is still home, I want to spend time with her."
Before even showering or brushing his teeth, Har opened the tower interface to catch up, he wanted to know when the potion had been auctioned and if Dearly Knight had responded to him.
"Hahaha, nothing better than starting the day with profit."
He said when he saw that the potion had been auctioned for 50,000 TP, it's normal that they don't dare to bid more, although it's an incredible potion, after all there are still Runners with healing abilities capable of doing the same effect, but obviously you can go with this potion to the tower unlike if you use a Runner that is not on the same floor as you.
After that he opened the friends list, ignored the annoying messages from the alias Bloody Butterfly and entered the Dearly Knight conversation.
{Steve-Dear gentleman? How did you find my alias?-}
{Dearly Knight-Are you making fun of my alias?, no, wait, you actually accepted my request, what luck!-}
{Dearly Knight-Are you kidding?
{Dearly Knight-I'm your fan-}
"Famous, what do you mean by that?"
Har was stunned, he doesn't know when he became famous. But looking at Dearly Knight's words, it seems that he doesn't remember applying because he met him on the first floor, but because Steve is famous worldwide.
In confusion, Har pulled out a chest under his bed and took out his cell phone from the seemingly empty chest.
That's right, he discovered that he can put real world objects into the chest's storage spaces, it happened last night when he had too many objects in hand, he kept all his belongings in the chest unconsciously.
It's a great discovery, he later he should try to put real world objects in the chest and take them to the first floor, it would be nice if the objects stay inside the chest.
Mobile in hand, Har quickly searched for Steve on the internet, he didn't expect things to be that way...
End of the chapter.
-I am taking the novel as fast as I can, I try to make the trip to the second floor as soon as possible but without loose ends.