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31 – 2nd Floor, Gladiator of the Colosseum.

Each floor is close to a world.

As there are many players, tens of thousands of close relationships are formed.

The most important thing to consider among them is the family.

‘You must not offend the Dragonians.’

There are also differences in rank among the ascendants.

Daimus might be able to show off to new players, but he couldn’t hold his nose high among the dragon ascendants.

They are particularly strong beings among the ascendants.

So he apologized.

It’s shameful and unpleasant, but what can you do?

The only choice given to him was to bow his head.

“……”

He did as he was told.

Nevertheless, the error man kept his mouth shut.

‘Is he dissatisfied?’

No words were spoken.

The quiet air lingering in the room was very uncomfortable.

Daimus tried hard not to show it.

Since he was in the wrong, he waited as long as possible.

‘Can I clear up this misunderstanding?’

The misunderstanding that he, as an Ascendant, had interfered with a dragon climbing as a new player.

That was the problem.

If this misunderstanding reached the ears of the Dragonia family through the Errorian, the aftermath would be unbearable for a mere Ascendant.

‘Absolutely not.’

The dragons, who valued their own territories, wouldn’t openly intervene in this matter, but…

Honestly, from Daimus’s perspective, there was nothing good about getting on their bad side.

“Hmm.”

The Errorian opened his mouth.

“I will accept your apology. I will consider it a ‘mistake’ that occurred during the summoning process.”

The Errorian said this in a low voice and stood up.

The Errorian walked out slowly.

Daimus, staring blankly at his back, tried to say something but closed his mouth.

‘If it ends like this, it wouldn’t be bad…’

A complacent thought.

The realization struck like lightning at the end of it.

‘Ah, no! I can’t let him go like this.’

Even if the Errorian forgave him, other dragons might take offense.

‘Why did I think he forgave me? A dragon, forgive?’

A handsome appearance.

In contrast, his speech felt clumsy.

His appearance, which looked like a real Earthling, made Daimus let his guard down.

The aura that slowly seeped out was definitely that of a dragon.

‘…A terrifying dragon.’

As he looked with suspicion, he felt like he could sense the trap the Errorian had set.

‘Consider it a mistake and forgive? Ha…’

Forgiveness will come.

As for what might happen afterward, Daimus would have to handle it himself.

A chill ran down his spine.

‘Come to think of it, there’s an Elder Dragon administrator on the first floor. They must have already heard about Dragonia.’

Why had such a trial come upon him?

It was too unfair.

But he couldn’t just sit still.

Daimus gritted his teeth and sought a way out.

He decided to deal with the members of Dragonia so they couldn’t speak up.

“Erroneous player. Could you wait a moment?”

“…Hmm?”

“As an administrator, I feel we must properly compensate for the ‘mistake’ that caused you an unpleasant experience.”

Dragons are proud creatures.

If they ever spoke up about this issue, it would be because their pride was hurt.

‘Make it so they can’t even mention it.’

Is the causality assigned by the Emperor sufficient?

If not, he would fill in the rest himself.

“How about I give you this?”

Daimus grinned and offered a suitable compensation.

The moment the erroneous player looked at the compensation.

[The rank of your soul grows.]

[‘Dwarf’s Intuition Lv.9’ has risen to ‘Dwarf’s Intuition Lv.10’.]

[Intelligence increases by 20.]

[Wisdom increases by 20.]

A message appeared in Daimus’s field of vision.

‘…That’s the answer.’

Only then could Daimus shake off his anxiety.

* * *

He wanted to run away quickly.

Facing the gaze of the Ascendant head-on was, to be honest, not an easy task.

But things took a strange turn.

Out of the blue, Daimus called me over, saying he had a reward for me.

“…….”

I responded appropriately and took it.

And then I was shocked.

[Golden Dagger (blue)][C]

Category: Dagger

Stats▼

【Attack Power: ＋41】

【Durability: 100/100】

Options ▼

【Craftsmanship Lv.6】

【Dagger Mastery Lv.3】

【Auto Repair Lv.3】

On the first floor, I had spent 1,000 gold to get a bizarre-looking helmet.

But as soon as I reached the second floor, I received an incredibly valuable-looking dagger.

‘What a windfall.’

The stats themselves were ordinary.

They were on par with the helmet.

What caught my eye was its usability.

It looked much better than the strange helmet, which I liked.

‘It’s a shame it’s a dagger. But it’s better than nothing.’

I put the reward in my inventory and walked down the corridor.

Sunlight streamed in.

I looked out the window.

The scenery of the second floor unfolded.

“…Where am I?”

The first floor had structures that were somewhat similar to modern styles, making it easier to adapt.

But the second floor was completely unfamiliar.

I had felt something strange since the Colosseum.

I didn’t expect it to be so similar to Rome outside.

That doesn’t mean it was a complete imitation of ancient Rome.

Traces of timeless technology were visible everywhere.

“Not many Earthlings came up this time.”

“Well, competition will be fierce. That’s unfortunate.”

The presence of other-dimensional beings wandering around also reminded me that this wasn’t really ancient Rome.

It’s not the right word, but…

I felt like I was in a theme park.

“……”

I walked aimlessly and stopped in the middle of the street.

‘…Strange.’

It felt like I had forgotten something.

I quickly realized what this feeling was.

‘Why is no one coming?’

The atmosphere was different from the first floor.

Should I say it felt freer?

On the first floor, the administrators actively helped the wandering players.

But as soon as I came up to the second floor, I was almost left alone.

It was as if they were saying, “You have to figure it out yourself.”

‘So, the part where they teach you like a child is over.’

They called the 0th floor the tutorial, but actually, the tutorial lasted until the 1st floor.

You could say it was basic training for new players.

From now on, each player has to survive on their own.

Whether they climb the tower or do something else, it’s their own responsibility.

I walked around the streets looking for humans.

Since humans were everywhere, it wasn’t hard to find help.

“Did you just come up to the second floor?”

“Yes.”

I asked an Asian human merchant who was selling fruit for directions.

He looked me up and down and nodded, as if he was used to such questions.

“What dimension are you from? Walking alone like that… a martial artist?”

Orientals are broadly divided into three categories.

Earthlings, martial artists, and psychics.

The ratio of Earthlings to martial artists is overwhelmingly high, so if you guess one of the two, you’re usually right.

“I’m a martial artist.”

“I thought so. But you’re not wearing martial arts attire. Martial artists often wear their sect’s attire to the end.”

“……”

Baeksong of the Hwasan Sect.

Eun Seoryeong of the Jeomchang Sect.

Both of them only wore their sect’s attire on the first floor.

‘I thought it was because they were familiar with the clothes. Was I wrong?’

The merchant chuckled.

“You’re from the unorthodox sect, aren’t you?”

“…Why do you think so?”

“Dark martial artists don’t particularly insist on martial arts attire. They have less sense of belonging.”

“……”

I didn’t want to be seen as orthodox, but being mistaken for unorthodox feels strange.

“I’m not trying to judge you based on Zhongyuan affairs. I was just curious, like how you might be curious about me.”

“Is that so.”

“In fact, I don’t even know much about Zhongyuan.”

An Oriental who doesn’t know Zhongyuan?

‘An Earthling?’

Did he read my mind?

The merchant shook his hand.

“I’m not an Earthling. Nor a martial artist.”

“…Then are you a psychic?”

“No. I’m a resident of the tower. Born and raised here.”

“……?”

The merchant looked at my face and laughed dryly.

“Did you think everyone here was a player?”

“Coming up from the first floor, it’s only natural…”

“Well, if you think simply, you might say that. But it’s not.”

I couldn’t have imagined it.

That there would be residents born and raised in the tower…

“So, what are you curious about? Don’t you know what to do right now?”

“Yes.”

The merchant pointed off into the distance.

“Do you see the Colosseum over there? You need to go there. Apply for the match you want and accumulate points.”

“…Points?”

“Players on the second floor need to accumulate points in the Colosseum. If you pay 10 points, you can go up to the third floor.”

“Ah, I understand. Thank you for telling me.”

I bowed my head and turned my steps.

I walked and walked to the Colosseum.

It looked close, but it wasn’t.

‘…It’s huge.’

The Colosseum was so gigantic that it felt close.

The entrance to the Colosseum was crowded with people.

People going inside and people standing in line.

[Gladiator Registration]

It was easy to see what the long line meant.

Players in the same situation as me were waiting for their turn.

I quickly stood at the end of the line.

There was no benefit in hesitating.

My turn came quickly.

“What brings you here?”

“…I’m here to register.”

“I’ll help you with the gladiator registration.”

As the elf staff gestured, a cheerful sound and a message popped up at the same time.

Ding!

[Gladiator of the Colosseum]

1. A player who becomes a gladiator must participate in one match per week.

2. A player who fails to comply with rule 1 will be stripped of their gladiator status and become the Emperor’s slave.

3. If victorious in a match, the gladiator earns points.

The message contained shocking content.

“…What? A slave?”

“If you wish to register, please manipulate the Soul System to register.”

I need some time to think.