Tower of god: A different Baam

[The Host has entered a new world: The Tower of God.]

An echo resonated in the absolute void, a cold voice, devoid of emotion, as if the universe itself were pronouncing its judgment.

[Identification of the incarnation…

- Individual detected: The 25th Baam.

- Beginning of the Host's soul integration process…]

An invisible pressure fell on the immaterial space.

[The original soul of the incarnation has been located.]

[Initiation of the erasure protocol…

- Erasure in progress… 30%... 60%... 100%.]

[Erasure completed!]

A silence fell. An existence had just been annihilated without the slightest vestige, replaced by another, definitively sealing this being in existence.

[Purification process begins…

- Optimizing the body…

- Complete fusion of the Host's soul with its receptacle.]

Space itself seemed to tremble under this fundamental restructuring.

[Purification progress:

- 5%...

- 20%...

- 75%...

- 100%!]

A moment suspended in nothingness. Then…

[Process completed!]

[The Host's implantation has been completed with a perfect synchronization rate.]

Finally, in a final proclamation, as if the Tower itself recognized this newcomer, the voice of the System imposed itself with indisputable authority:

[Welcome to the Tower of God, 25th Baam.]

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A solitary glow floated above, piercing the swirling mist that rose in the stagnant air. Invisible winds whispered between the long stone corridors, silent witnesses to a forgotten past. Murals of unknown individuals, their features disfigured by time, stretched across the cracked walls, vestiges of a bygone era that no eye had beheld for centuries.

This dreary and lifeless place, where a heavy silence reigned, nevertheless sheltered an intruder.

A boy lay on the cold and rough ground, his peaceful breathing barely disturbing the stillness of the place. His appearance contrasted strangely with the austerity of the place. He wore a sleeveless red jacket over a long-sleeved black shirt, and a small white scarf encircled his thin neck. Beige pants and brown shoes completed his modest attire.

His hair, ebony black, was of an intermediate length, with a fringe partially hiding his youthful forehead. Despite his sleepy expression, his face exuded a gentle beauty, an almost fragile childish charm.

He was barely 1.60m tall and looked barely fourteen years old. Such a young being, lost in such a gloomy place… He clearly had no business being here.

Then, slowly, he emerged from his sleep. His torso heaved as he opened his eyes, revealing two golden universes anchored in his gaze.

He scanned his surroundings, still foggy, his head heavy.

The ancient frescoes, the stone corridors that seemed to stretch to infinity, and this ceilingless space where a solitary light shone…

It all looked like a sanctuary abandoned for centuries.

But at this sight, an idea began to germinate in his mind…

Until a flood of information suddenly surged into his brain.

Urgh!

A groan escaped him under the brutal assault. A searing pain pierced his skull, as if someone was hammering his mind with a sledgehammer. He gritted his teeth, his hand instinctively gripping his head in the grip of this sudden agony.

And like an illumination, everything became clear in his mind.

All his memories, from his first life to this moment, resurfaced in an instant. Even those of the true owner of this body reached him without the slightest restriction.

As his doubts evaporated and the pain gradually faded, his gaze fell on his surroundings again.

From the barren ground to the time-worn stone walls, everything here exuded abandonment, like a forgotten relic of the gods themselves.

So... this dream was real.

He had never had a lucid experience, and he was certainly no expert on the subject. Yet the difference between a dream and reality seemed as clear as night and day.

The software. The System. His death.

None of this was an illusion. He didn't know how or why, but one thing was certain; the System was not just a virtual interface.

He was real.

And he had transported him here…

In Tower of God.

The idea was insane. Impossible.

And yet, it imposed itself on him with an overwhelming obviousness.

It was surreal. Far more than anything he could have imagined, even in his wildest dreams.

Certainly not... he thought, still stunned by the magnitude of this reality. 'I am really… in the Tower.'

The mere thought gave rise to a strange elation in him. He was not dreaming.

He was no longer in his old body.

This was the 25th Baam.

The name resonated in his mind like a drum, each echo sinking deeper into him, etching its existence into his consciousness.

After a moment, he raised his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Then he sighed.

No. He wasn't just in the body of the 25th Baam.

He was the 25th Baam.

It wasn't an identity he had to force upon himself. It was an identity that had chosen him, a truth he had to fully accept.

His past… His old identity… All of that now belonged to another time, another world. He had to bury it deep inside himself, not to deny it, but to embrace what he was now.

Strangely enough, even as he remembered his previous life, his own name eluded him. But that didn't matter.

On the contrary, it was almost a relief.

It allowed him to truly be who he was now.

The 25th Baam.

The Irregular who would soon shake up the order of the Tower.

As he stood up, he immediately felt the power of his new body. A raw, overwhelming force that had nothing to do with what he knew in his previous life.

It was… absurd.

He had always been frail, without the slightest physical strength to envy. But now…

He clenched his fists and punched the air.

Boom!

A sonic boom exploded in the air. The shockwave spread, making the corridors vibrate and the stones resonate.

He widened his eyes, staring at his trembling fist.

After a moment of thought, he nodded slightly.

The abilities of this body have improved considerably. This demonstration alone is proof of that. he thought.

I am much stronger than the original Baam. But that's not all... My observation skills have also been strengthened.

He looked away, analyzing his surroundings.

The tiniest details appeared to him with supernatural clarity; the smallest pebbles scattered on the ground, imperceptible before, seemed distinct to him. The irregular shape of the cave, the trajectory of the wind brushing the walls, the weight of the ambient air…

Everything was visible.

His entire body now functioned like an observation machine, sharpened to the extreme, allowing him to perceive the slightest change in his environment, the slightest flaw, the slightest advantage that he could exploit.

This power… It doesn't come from nowhere.

The gift of the God of Shinsu… A miraculous blessing. Or rather… A broken power.

This gift had completely remodeled his metabolism, propelling his physical capacities to an insane level.

But that wasn't all.

He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing a smile of excitement.

Now… There's only one thing left to check.

The Shinsu.

Using this divine water here would be risky. Headon was surely not far away. And Rachel…

He had no intention of making contact with her. Not now. Maybe never.

No.

He wanted to test his sensitivity to the Shinsu, but without arousing the attention of this cunning and devious administrator.

Taking a deep breath, he concentrated, then tried to apply the principles he already knew…

Reflection.

Spirituality.

Just like the characters in webtoons described the awakening of magic…

Then, his perception exploded.

A world of colors opened up before him.

Waves.

Huge, insurmountable, infinite, moving waves. They undulated in all directions, a fluid, living current, flowing through the air like an invisible river.

Too vast to be understood.

Too many to count.

Too beautiful to look away.

It was…

Shinsu.

Baam contemplated this divine, fascinating sea, imbued with a power that he could only touch with his fingertips.

It's… much more impressive than I would have imagined.

He carefully observed the waves of Shinsu that undulated around him… and immediately noticed a disturbing detail.

They were reacting to his presence.

No, even more… They seemed panicked.

The Shinsu wasn't just surrounding him. It was clinging to him, as if irresistibly drawn to his body.

And he… He was absorbing him.

Not voluntarily, or even consciously. His body, as if it were naturally designed for this, slowly and gradually devoured the surrounding Shinsu, integrating it into himself effortlessly.

Baam frowned slightly.

He didn't feel any noticeable difference. Yet... he perceived a subtle increase in his strength.

Minimal. Almost imperceptible.

But real.

As if, by simply remaining exposed to the Shinsu, his body was slowly strengthening, absorbing and renewing this energy within him, imbuing itself with its power...

The gift of the God of Shinsu...

The System had not exaggerated in its description.

This power was monstrous.

Baam had the strange feeling that, as long as he was in the presence of the Shinsu, he could accomplish anything.

Just by exercising his will.

As he remained fascinated by Shinsu's waves, a deep, monotonous singing voice suddenly rose up in space.

"Oh-ho! It's been a long time since I had a guest like you."

Taken aback, Baam abruptly turned his head toward the speaker.

And his gaze fell upon a figure... strange.

Too strange to be described by human standards.

But immediately recognizable.

Before him stood a humanoid figure measuring between 155 and 160 centimeters—if one excluded his erect ears, which, when taken into account, made him appear closer to 180 centimeters.

His skin was pure white, almost ghostly, and his elongated face seemed devoid of distinct features... except for that singular slit running lengthwise through the lower part of his head.

Behind this slit, crystal blue eyes shone with a disturbing clarity.

And in front… A row of sharp teeth, so fine that they were almost imperceptible.

His arms, too thick for his frame, broke all human logic.

He wore a tight purple garment, decorated with the drawing of a crucifix surrounded by mini-spheres, which evoked something between a priest's outfit and a futuristic suit.

In the air, he twirled a golden staff, the ends of which were set with crystalline spheres, easily making fluid and hypnotic movements.

Baam narrowed his eyes.

Headon.

One of the Administrators of the Tower.

One of the most mysterious creatures in the webtoon.

Baam may have read Tower of God up to the last published chapters, but even after over 600 chapters, Headon remained an unfathomable enigma.

Little was known about him. But there was one absolute certainty in Baam's mind.

Never trust him.

That rabbit was a troublemaker.

A petty manipulator.

And while his true goals remained unclear, one thing was clear; he was responsible for countless major intrigues and problems in Tower of God.

An Administrator who was supposed to maintain the balance of the Tower… Baam smiled coldly, his golden eyes fixed on Headon's… But who, in the end, wants to disrupt that balance himself. Just for fun.

Really… twisted.

Baam prepared to use his Shinsu sense, eager to get a clearer picture of the guardian in front of him.

However, he had barely begun to probe his surroundings when a searing pain shot through his skull, as if an invisible force had just struck his vision, instantly shattering the colorful world that spread out before his eyes.

He frowned, his body tensing under the impact.

It took all his willpower not to let out a groan of pain in the presence of the guardian of the Floor.

But his discomfort did not go unnoticed.

Headon, whose observation seemed merciless, immediately caught the micro-expressions betraying the Irregular's discomfort.

A subtle smile stretched across his emotionless face.

Still twirling his golden staff between his fingers, he addressed him in a calm, almost amused tone:

'Wow, wow. I mean you no harm, young man.'

Baam gave a dry internal laugh.

Oh, really? he thought with biting sarcasm, as his vision slowly regained its color. I didn't know that giving your guests a headache was a sign of non-aggression!

And that's when a familiar window appeared before his eyes.

The System was finally back.

But this time...

Its surface was tinged with red, and the words that appeared immediately dispelled the misunderstanding in Baam's mind.

[WARNING! Do not look at a God. Any glance, even fleeting, at the secrets of a Divinity—a natural order of life higher than your own—could destroy you. The System interrupted your concentration in time. Without its intervention, you would have been killed the second you committed this blasphemy.]

Seeing this, a cold sweat ran down his forehead as he instantly erased any thoughts related to the idea of ​​using Shinsu detection on Headon.

What an idiot! I almost died right at the beginning of the story! he thought, his heart pounding.

His growing mastery of Shinsu had perhaps gone to his head, instilling in him an unconscious arrogance that could have caused his downfall.

He might have possessed a talent that placed him in a league of his own, far above the inhabitants of the Tower, but that did not mean he was invincible.

The System had made it clear; the gift of the God of Shinsu did not protect him from everything.

In front of the Administrators, the true masters of Shinsu on their respective floors, he was nothing more than a novice playing with a fire far too great for him.

To imagine that he could surpass them now was pure madness.

In the future, perhaps…

He had the potential.

But that future was still very, very far away.

"Who are you?" Baam asked, still thinking about how he had nearly died moments before.

Headon, who didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary this time, spoke again in his sing-song, monotone voice.

"My name is Headon. Administrator of the first floor of the Tower."

He stopped twirling his golden staff and bowed with measured elegance.

"Welcome to the Tower, young man."

"The Tower? An Administrator?" Baam repeated with a feigned expression of incomprehension, as if hearing the words for the first time.

The last thing he wanted was to arouse the suspicions of this enigmatic being. So, he played the ignorance card.

But he wasn't alone here.

He knew it.

There was someone else present in these places; Rachel. The most hated character in the webtoon.

Honestly, he didn't care if she suspected anything.

He could still feel the vestiges of the original Baam's feelings for her, that illusion of attachment, that false relationship, cleverly constructed to make him more malleable to her manipulation.

In reality, Rachel was nothing but a nuisance. And worse…

She was a damn cunning b*tch.

As weak as she was physically, he couldn't deny her intelligence and her ability to pull strings in the shadows. That was precisely what made her a detestable but fascinating character in the story.

Except that here… she was no longer a simple fictional character.

She was real.

A woman of flesh and blood.

And she was no longer just a character with twisted motivations.

She was a manipulator, a false victim, a hypocritical liar.

Baam unconsciously clenched his fists.

He then made a decision.

Kill her.

It was the most effective method. Radical. Definitive.

Thus, he would avoid all the catastrophes she was destined to cause.

Deep in his dark thoughts, Baam was pulled from his reflection by the melodious voice of Headon, who finally answered his previous question.

"A Tower, indeed. The place where you are… is the Tower of God."

He stretched out his arms as if embracing the immensity of the world, his tone filled with measured enthusiasm. Then, his voice intensified, tinged with an almost religious fervor.

"Money and wealth?"

"Honor and pride?"

"Authority and power?"

"Revenge?"

"Or something that transcends all that?"

He paused dramatically before concluding:

"Everything you desire... is here."

Suddenly, he pointed his staff toward the ceiling of the floor, as if to indicate an invisible horizon.

"All the truths, all the glories, and all the joys of this world... are up there. The Tower is such a place."

Headon's words hung in the air, laden with seductive promise.

Baam, however, remained impassive.

He knew this speech.

He had heard it before in the original work, in the prologue to be precise.

He supposed that Headon must be used to saying these same words every time he selected a new Regular aspirant.

He plays his part well, in any case... he thought, unimpressed.

But he had to admit; the top of the Tower intrigued him.

Ever since he had read Tower of God, he had always wondered what lay beyond the 134th floor.

Why had the King of the Tower sealed the entrance to the 135th floor?

What lay up there, in those forbidden heights?

Were Headon's promises real? Or were they just a trap? A carefully maintained illusion, a lie meant to seduce the ambitious and the desperate?

Baam pushed those thoughts aside for now.

The time would come when he would find his own answers.

"So how do I climb this Tower?" Baam asked calmly, feigning ignorance once more.

He had to keep playing his part, didn't he?

Headon's smirk widened until it reached his eyes.

Baam suppressed a shiver. He definitely didn't like that smile.

"That's a very good question, young man," the Administrator said, folding his hands behind his back. His tone was light, almost jovial. "In the Tower, each floor imposes a test to determine if you are qualified to continue your ascension. These tests are set by the leaders and administrators of each floor, and their difficulty varies accordingly."

He paused, savoring the effect of his words.

His smile widened further.

"That means, young man…"

His eyes shone with a contained mischief.

"…that if you wish to advance to the next floor, you must first pass my test."

"Oh, the concept sounds simple," Baam commented, folding his arms. "So what is the test on this floor?"

He had paid no attention to Headon's long speech. After all, he already knew what he had just explained. What really interested him was the challenge he was about to face.

And he wasn't so naive as to believe that it would simply be a white steel eel, like in the cannon...

Headon's smile widened even more. The Administrator clearly appreciated the Irregular's direct attitude.

"I'm starting to like you," he said sincerely, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "The first floor test... Hmm, let's see."

He scratched his chin, taking a moment to think.

Then, without warning, the scenery changed.

The darkness of the endless corridor disappeared, replaced by immense black bars emerging from nothingness, forming a titanic cage.

An oppressive atmosphere settled in.

Behind the bars, a strange greenish glow bathed the air, and the space itself seemed to come alive under an invisible force. Water filled the place, but did not fall. Waves undulated and crashed inside the cage, like the raging currents of a suspended ocean.

And at the heart of this liquid storm...

Massive shadows stirred.

Five colossal creatures swam in this aerial ocean. White eels, as wide as a building, marbled with blood-red spots, glided between the waves. Their bodies, covered in thick black scales similar to armored armor, gave off an intimidating aura.

Their immense fins took the form of outstretched wings, while long white horns, with red-tinged tips, descended along their heads, reminiscent of bulls ready to charge.

They floated in silence, like patient predators in a moving abyss.

In the heart of the cage, at a certain distance from its entrance, fragments of a dark substance littered the ground. Little by little, they evaporated, leaving a solitary sphere, the size of a human being.

Baam remained calm, indifferent to the intensity of the looks the creatures were giving him. Certainly, their size was impressive, it was not every day that one could observe such monstrosities...

On Earth, such a spectacle only existed in science fiction films or books. There, these gigantic beings were the stuff of fantasy, of the imagination. But here... it was a reality to which he had to get used.

In any case, one thing was certain; this test was the first real divergence from the canon.

Baam already had this confirmation. He was not the weak and inexperienced boy from the beginning of the original story. His level already far surpassed that of the Baam of old.

And Headon?

A being who had lived countless years, who knew every secret of this Tower... How could he not gauge his strength?

"The test is called the ball," Headon explained briefly, while inwardly noting the stoicism that Baam showed in the face of these creatures ready to devour him. "The principle is very simple; you will have to enter the cage, avoid or defeat the monsters, reach the ball and hit it hard enough to burst it. Oh, and for your information, these creatures are white steel eels, a race of Shinheuh, divine fish that live in the Shinsu circulating through the Tower."

He paused slightly, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"They're usually pretty docile..."

Then, in a tone that held a hint of amusement tinged with cruelty, he added:

"But it's spawning time, and they haven't eaten in months. Needless to say, this is a very dangerous encounter."

With these words, as Baam calmly assessed the cage, an unexpected notification appeared in front of him.

[Host, you've just received your first mission since entering the Tower! Would you like to take a look?]

He raised an eyebrow.

A mission? he thought, more intrigued than simply curious. One of the System's features? It's not exactly original, but who cares? As long as I get stronger.

Without further ado, he mentally clicked on the notification.

[Main Mission - The Ball

- Main Objective: Destroy the ball while avoiding the guards.

- Optional Objective: Kill all the White Steel Eels.

- Main Reward: Obtain one of the Shinsu forms, the Orb.

- Optional Reward: Obtain a wish from the Gacha.

- Time Limit: 5 minutes.]

Baam quickly scanned the information and delved into his thoughts, his gaze lingering on the first reward.

The Orb? Interesting. His gaze flashed for a moment. It's an extremely powerful Shinsu technique, the most primal and suitable form for me. If I can learn it from the beginning instead of waiting to reach the hidden floor and learn from Khun Eduan's data, it would be much more convenient.

He frowned slightly, however, when he saw the second reward.

Gacha? He narrowed his eyes. Like in games, where you get a random reward?

The idea didn't particularly appeal to him. He didn't like relying on luck, especially in a world as unforgiving as the Tower. But come to think of it…

After all, luck is one of the cruelest aspects of this Tower, right? Who knows… Maybe as an Irregular, mine is much greater than I think.

Realizing that he could check out this famous "Gacha" later, Baam asked the System another question, one that bothered him more.

System, will there be any penalty if I fail the test?

[No. The host will not suffer any penalty if the mission is failed. However, you will not have any chance to attempt it again once the time limit has expired or if you fail the test.]

Baam cracked a smile at that answer.

At least it's settled. No need to worry about any penalty that might put my life in danger. he thought, sounding more confident. Now I just have to focus on the test.

That was when Headon's voice broke his train of thought.

"Are you afraid?" the Administrator asked, arms crossed, an almost mocking smile stretching across his slit. "It would be a big problem if those big fish terrified you. If you don't pass this test, you won't be able to move on to the next floor, young man."

Baam stared at the rabbit in silence. He knew that this remark was only meant to provoke him. But it wouldn't work on him. He had already figured out the Administrator's game. Headon wanted to push him to act hastily, to rush headlong into the test.

Does this guy enjoy watching his guests get torn to pieces by his lapdogs? he thought, shaking his head with a slight shudder. He preferred not to delve too deeply into this question.

"If I fail this test, I'll be expelled from the Tower?" he finally asked.

"Who knows?" Headon replied with a shrug.

Baam clicked his tongue, annoyed.

"Then there's no choice."

His resolve strengthened, he headed for the cage.

However, he wasn't really worried. It wasn't like he was going to die… unless Headon suddenly decided to change the rules of the test. He might not have fully explored and tested his abilities yet, but one thing was for sure: his current level was more than enough for these eels.

And besides, he simply had no other option. Either he succeeded or he was thrown out of the Tower.

Before Baam could set foot towards the cage, he was stopped by Headon.

The rabbit-like guardian raised his staff in his direction.

"I almost forgot to ask you… what's your name?" The deep, monotone voice echoed through the hallway again.

Baam raised an eyebrow.

True, he had forgotten to introduce himself.

But then, what name? The 25th Baam, whom he had only just adopted? Or another, a pseudonym, since he had completely lost the memory of his original name?

He hesitated for a moment, but not wanting to get lost in this useless identity crisis, he answered in a clear voice:

"My name is Baam. The 25th Baam."

He could have chosen another name, any name, after all, the 25th Baam meant nothing to him. This name had been given to him by Rachel, and it irritated him, this idea of ​​having to bear this name that came from her.

But he ended up accepting. After all, he was paying homage to the soul of the body he now occupied, the one he had erased in a moment of silence.

"A complicated name... although it has its charms," ​​Headon muttered, but his words reached Baam, giving him a shiver of disgust.

Damn disgusting rabbit! Baam thought, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling.

"Very well, I will call you Mr. Baam," Headon replied, his voice taking on a more curious tone. "But tell me, Mr. Baam... what is your goal in this Tower?"

He placed his hand on his chin, waiting for the answer with a strange impatience.

"A goal?" Baam repeated, not surprised.

"Yes," Headon replied calmly. "Everyone has a reason to climb the Tower. People desire, covet, dream... and you, what do you seek in this immense Tower?"

Baam thought about this question much more carefully than the previous one.

If he were to be honest, he had never really thought about a goal, even in his old life. He had always been lost on the question, unable to find any motivation. As long as his life did not consist solely of suffering, that was enough for him.

But... isn't that already a goal in itself?

He felt foolish to think about it like that, but he chose not to dwell on it.

As the new Baam, he couldn't afford to seek a personal goal anyway. Too many challenges awaited him.

"A goal, I suppose?" he finally answered, hoping that would satisfy the guard's curiosity.

"Oh? That's a very philosophical answer," Headon replied with an enigmatic smile.

Baam stared at him in puzzlement.

"Does it matter at all? Does it change anything in my ascension?" he asked, slightly impatient.

Headon let out a smug laugh.

"I suppose not," he admitted. "After all, anything can be accomplished once you're at the top."

He then slowly lowered his staff.

Then, in a theatrical gesture, he bowed slightly like a butler, pointing at the cage with an elegant movement.

"Then... let's get to the test," he said with a smile.

Baam didn't answer. He just walked toward the entrance of the cage, the bars of which slowly parted, like the gaping jaws of a hungry monster.

As he crossed the threshold, he felt Headon move behind him, out of his field of vision. Then, in an amused whisper, the guardian let out one last sentence:

"Heehee... I welcome you to the Tower, young man."

Baam didn't stop, oblivious to the guardian's snickers that still echoed behind him.

His eyes fell on the white steel eels swirling in the cage. Their movements were fluid, but imbued with a palpable menace, as if they were impatiently waiting for him to take a step too far into their territory.

He already knew what he was going to do; eliminate these eels one by one and break the sphere to validate the test and reap all the rewards promised by the System.

It would also be a good opportunity to evaluate his abilities in a real situation. But he had to act quickly. There was no question of wasting time playing with these creatures and risking exceeding the imposed limit.

He was about to put his foot in the cage when a sudden presence caught his attention.

Something was coming. Very quickly.

Instinctively, he looked up.

A foot.

A HUGE foot.

Baam's eyes widened before dodging with a single step to the side, avoiding the surprise attack.

With a thud, the unknown figure crashed heavily to the ground, clearly caught off guard by his dodge.

Baam blinked.

The person who had just fallen… he recognized her.

How could he have forgotten her?

She was one of the central figures in the story, one of the characters responsible for the very beginning of the plot.

An amused smile played on his lips.

I almost forgot about her, that one.

She was a young woman with a slender figure, with long black hair falling to her ankles, tied in a high ponytail with a wide red ribbon. Three stripes adorned the left side of her head, giving her a unique look.

Her pale skin contrasted with her delicate features, and her piercing red eyes seemed capable of piercing anyone who dared to stare at them for too long.

She wore a white long-sleeved jacket, a black shirt, a red tie and skirt, and black tights. But what caught the eye the most was the red three-eyed insignia on her tie, a clear sign of her affiliation.

Baam didn't need any more clues to recognize her.

Ha Yuri Zahard.

One of the Princesses of Zahard and descendant of the powerful Ha Family.

Wow...

He looked at her in awe.

She was even more beautiful than in the webtoon.

In reality, she was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, in this life as in the previous one.

Baam was truly a lucky guy.

That's what he was.

After all, even in the original story, this princess had ended up falling for this protagonist.

But… wait. Am I not the protagonist now?

He stifled an inward laugh at this thought.

In front of him, the young woman, visibly embarrassed by her failed entrance, slowly approached.

A strange silence settled between them, like a lull before a storm.

And indeed, it didn't take long to break.

Arriving at his height, Yuri pointed at him and exclaimed in a furious tone:

"%@%€@^!%@%€@№$^@€€!%!!"

Baam blinked, confused.

She had clearly just yelled at him… but he didn't understand a word of what she was saying.

Then, realization hit him.

He had forgotten an essential detail.

He didn't yet have a Pocket, that essential tool that allows you to understand all the languages ​​of the Tower.

And above all...

He had underestimated Yuri's explosive character.

Sighing inwardly, he decided to answer awkwardly, hoping not to irritate him further:

"Uh... Hello?"

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N/A: Hello everyone, I'm back with a new chapter, this time longer, more than 5000 words without the author's note.

I didn't really know how to write this part, so I had to take inspiration from some TOG fanfiction to at least have a certain vision of what the first floor could be like in the novel version, so I had to take a little more time to write it.

I hope the wait was not too long, and I apologize if there are some spelling mistakes, English is not my native language so I use a translator to be able to make the reading accessible to everyone.

I hope you liked the chapter, I wish you next time ;)

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