The houses Juhyeok pasted in were mostly detached homes.
He also moved over one full apartment building he had copied beforehand—
employee housing from a factory Rajiks Trading had built in North Korea.
Kukukukukukuku!
A high-rise building rose upward.
"Summoner Bong, building an apartment!!! It's solid meat, not hollow! Rebar packed in tight!!!"
Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!
Whenever Kosak shouted, applause automatically erupted.
"New comrades, your reactions ain't cutting it. You think clapping is enough? Follow me! Long live Juhyeok!"
"Long live Juhyeok!"
"That's all the voice you've got? You bastards—if you don't wanna be exiled back to the soul world, shout with conviction! Long live Juhyeok!!!"
"Long live Juhyeok!!!"
Haaah.
Why does Kosak have no brakes at all?
Can't he just be normal?
It's embarrassing.
Still, the work had to continue.
Since he was at it, Juhyeok also paved a road eastward—to the farm managed by Douwoo.
Cha-chak! Cha-cha-chak!
He divided the land into a grid like a checkerboard.
His top-grade magic stone reserves dropped rapidly in real time,
but compared to the total amount, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Thus, the village expansion of the White Tower's 17th floor was complete.
At a glance, it had grown large enough to be mistaken for a small provincial city.
The newcomers still wore expressions of disbelief.
They'd only heard about it in stories…
'That's possible?'
'Is the summoner a god?'
'At least inside the White Tower, he's a god.'
'So it's not metaphorical—he's an actual god?'
'Right. We live in the White Tower.'
A miracle unfolding before their eyes.
The authority of creation.
Compared to this, aura blades, meteor summons, dragon breath…
those things were trivial beyond measure.
With a single gesture, he raised buildings, laid roads, even built houses.
"All right, disperse and choose your homes. At least two people per house. Each house has three rooms, so four people won't work—maximum three."
The new summoned beings paired up and scattered.
But this wasn't the end.
What good were houses alone?
Inside, there was nothing.
Furniture, electronics, daily necessities…
even food for the next day or two was lacking.
But the logistics transport warp gate was the masterstroke.
Bring in external supplies through it, and that was that.
Juhyeok installed the warp gate next to the White Tower's comprehensive workshop center.
With a warehouse nearby, it was the perfect location.
He extended his hand.
Ziiing!
At the same time, a transparent oval membrane about three meters tall appeared.
"Wh-what is that?"
"Looks like a gate."
"Is it a dimensional transfer gate?"
The summoned beings gasped.
"It's a logistics transport warp gate. It lets us exchange goods between the White Tower and the outside world. Basically—"
He added a brief explanation.
"Summoner Bong has installed the logistics transport warp gate!!!"
Hey—cut it out!
"Hehehe, logistics will be much easier now."
"Even receiving nuclear warheads will be convenient."
"This is a supply revolution."
"Our dimensional farmhand's workload will drop."
Everyone was pleased.
Everyone except—
"Ho-e…"
The dimensional farmhand Rajiks looked crestfallen.
He clearly wasn't happy about the warp gate.
Understandable.
Transporting goods in and out had been Rajiks's job.
Now the gate had effectively taken that role.
"Ho-e-e-e-e…"
Rajiks let out a deep, ground-shaking sigh.
A farmhand to the bone.
He was the type who once tried to execute a robot vacuum for stealing his job.
He loved having more work.
But fewer tasks? He hated that more than anything.
Juhyeok patted Rajiks on the shoulder to comfort him.
"It's okay. It's just logistics transport."
"Ho-e."
"You've got so much to do, Rajiks. You're the number-one summoned being, the core of tower raids, the dimensional farmhand. Let's leave the small stuff to the gate farmhand."
What could he do?
Honestly, the warp gate was more efficient.
'Anyway… did I do everything?'
Now for the last step.
Time to collect some perks.
He had received 100 platinum badges from clearing the 100th floor of Earth No. 675's Black Tower.
Total accumulated: 542.
Physical count: 369.
That meant 20 perks.
Perks could be claimed starting at 445.
'Check.'
[Perk granted for accumulating 445 platinum badges.]
What would it be?
Another all-catalog summon ticket, maybe?
[Perk: Summoned Being Rank Upgrade Rune has been added to your inventory.]
Oh!
A summoned being rank upgrade rune.
Nice. He needed those right now.
The number of newcomers had skyrocketed.
He needed to raise their ranks quickly.
Ding, ding, ding.
Perks chimed nonstop.
Teacher Baek really seemed to know his heart.
Rank upgrade runes and rank breakthrough runes appeared one after another.
Still, it was nowhere near enough.
Among the newcomers, 80% were R or SR.
All of them needed to be raised to SSR.
The perk messages kept coming.
The 495th perk was another rank upgrade rune.
Ding!
[Perk granted for accumulating 500 platinum badges.]
500?
That's a symbolic number.
So give me something special.
Like another all-catalog summon ticket.
[Perk: Summoned Being Black Tower Proxy Entry Rune has been added to your inventory.]
Huh?
It was new, at least.
'…Proxy?'
What, like proxy attendance?
Effect: By consuming this rune along with 30 platinum badges, permanently grants one trusted summoned being the authority to enter and exit the Black Tower on the player's behalf. Entry is possible even from inside the White Tower.
"What is this?"
It really is a proxy?
Granting entry rights to a summoned being.
Limitation: Proxy tower raids by summoned beings are not recognized as clears. Nationality and entry counts are linked to the summoner's status window. Maximum accessible floor is limited to 70 or below.
Clear limits.
Because it's proxy, clears don't count.
Because it's proxy, only up to the 70th floor.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
Seriously.
Things were going so well, and then they give something this absurd.
"I'd rather have gotten a multinational tower-use ticket."
"Teacher Baek, I'm disappointed. We need to lodge a complaint."
"A warrior does not enter the tower alone."
"I'm not going in either."
"If clears aren't recognized, that means no rewards."
"For a rune, the options are pitiful."
Just then—
"Hoat! Hoaat! Horat!"
Rajiks waved his short arms wildly, sparkling as he begged to be chosen.
What's with him now?
"You need this?"
"Ho-e-e-e."
He did need it.
Why?
"Ho-e. Ore, leather, herbs, magic stones."
What was he saying?
Ore, leather, herbs, magic stones… wait—
"Ah!"
Now Juhyeok understood.
Rajiks wanted to enter the tower alone as Juhyeok's proxy and gather resources.
Right.
That was absolutely possible.
Floors 70 and below.
Mine ore in mountainous or rocky zones.
Gather herbs in forest zones.
Leather too.
Just enter basilisk or wyvern areas.
Since clears wouldn't be recognized, no completion messages would appear no matter how many monsters he killed.
He could hunt to his heart's content, then exit.
But—
"Nope. Absolutely not. Not a chance. You're not getting it."
Kosak or Mad Demon might be one thing,
but sending our worker alone into the tower?
What if a wyvern bites him?
No way. Absolutely not.
"But listen."
"What?"
"I think it'd be fine to send the dimensional farmhand alone."
No way—
Was he trying to push Rajiks out now?
Blinded by ambition for the number-one spot?
"He's already surpassed LSSR rank. He's been bathed in spiritual energy. Basilisks or wyverns—one pickaxe swing and it's over."
Hmm.
That actually made sense.
Rajiks wasn't an ordinary worker.
If he smashed monsters' heads like ore with his pickaxe, what could withstand that?
"Still—"
"The dimensional farmhand is clever. He won't do anything that risks his life. Please rest assured."
"And even if he dies, there's the resurrection rune…"
"Instead of worrying, let's try sending him once. See if he can really gather resources alone."
Should he try it?
Better to see with his own eyes before deciding.
Juhyeok entered the 45th floor of the Black Tower.
A place where all types of basilisks—and the boss, the Rainbow Basilisk—appeared.
"Are you really sure you can do this?"
"Ho-e!"
Rajiks's voice and eyes brimmed with confidence.
"Try it. But if it even looks a little dangerous, you're not getting the rune."
"Hoaaat!"
Rajiks marched out bravely on his own.
Even so, it was hard to feel completely at ease.
"Mr. Kosak?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Please guard Rajiks."
"Yes, sir!"
Sneak, sneak.
Kosak cloaked himself in stealth and followed from behind.
Pat, pat.
Rajiks advanced without hesitation.
Then he spotted a passing basilisk.
"Hoek!"
Boing!
He bounced up like a rubber ball.
Spin—!
With a stylish midair somersault, he repositioned—
Crack!
And smashed the basilisk's head with his pickaxe.
"Keh!"
The basilisk flipped over and collapsed.
"Oh!"
"So the dimensional farmhand's reputation wasn't exaggerated."
"That's skill forged through daily labor."
"Indeed."
Slash—
He swiftly skinned it with a work knife.
Shwoop!
Straight into the subspace backpack.
Rajiks puffed out his chest toward Juhyeok.
This is the kind of summoned being I am!
Even the cleanup was flawless.
Clap clap clap clap!
Applause rang out.
He really was good.
The boss, the Rainbow Basilisk, was no different.
Boing! Spin—!
He rushed in fast and crack crack crack! with the pickaxe!
Thud!
Slash—
Skinning complete.
"I knew it."
"Hunting and harvesting flow together seamlessly."
"Truly worthy of the name dimensional farmhand."
"The king of logistics."
And wyverns?
How was he going to bring down a flying monster?
Basilisks were early 40s-floor monsters, but wyverns were late 50s-floor.
A difference of more than ten floors.
But wyverns were easy too.
Rajiks entered the 59th floor.
First, he picked up a stone.
Boing! Spin—!
Using centrifugal force from a somersault—
Whoooosh!
He hurled the stone!
Thump!
The wyvern took a hit to the torso and aggroed, descending—
Crack!
Pickaxe strike.
Slash—
Skinning.
"Wow!"
"So seasoned."
"He looks like he planned his tactics in advance."
Well then.
He had to give him the rune.
Along with thirty platinum badges.
Automatic gathering.
An auto-bot that brought back resources even if you did nothing.
That was Rajiks.
The White Tower's 17th floor remained peaceful.
Time passed quickly.
And Rajiks?
"Ho-e!"
After asking Juhyeok for permission to enter the tower—
"Have a safe trip."
Spot!
After some time passed—
"Hoeng!"
A mountain of leather.
"Hoet!"
A mountain of ore.
"Hueeng!"
A mountain of herbs.
"Amazing. Truly amazing."
The magic of waking up to overflowing resources.
Because of that, he even built another warehouse.
Juhyeok himself stayed busy.
Every morning, he diligently listed items on the auction house.
But auction prices weren't good.
They had practically crashed.
After all, he'd been selling things every single day.
So the daily intake of top-grade magic stones was modest—
around 100,000 kilograms.
"Did I sell too much?"
Probably.
After all, it wasn't like there were tens of thousands of dimensional travelers.
And no one would keep buying the same two items every day.
He should stop listing items for a while.
He needed to restore scarcity.
"Earth goods have their pride—I can't sell them dirt cheap."
What's the harm in not listing anything for a month or two?
He was still far from buying the World Tree sapling.
The auction currency—top-grade magic stones—might simply have run dry.
He should give people time to accumulate more.
He also needed to diversify what he sold.
Thanks to storage tickets, even large items could be stored.
Next, inspections: the restaurant, the comprehensive workshop center, and the warp gate.
Juhyeok went to the restaurant first.
"Carlos."
"Yes! Fair and proper distribution!"
Carlos, the chef Juhyeok had appointed as head of the restaurant,
was cooking with crops delivered by the farmer Douwoo.
"Any inconveniences?"
"Haha, we've only just started. Oh! I made napa cabbage geotjeori."
Geotjeori?
He could make that too?
How?
"I learned from YouTube."
"Ah!"
As expected of the Chef class.
Even learning kimchi from YouTube was effortless.
How was he watching YouTube?
Commissioner Jeon Gwang-il had activated 338 smartphones.
He'd even set up individual bank accounts.
Each account received ten million won, so phone bills and content purchases wouldn't be a problem for a while.
"Would you like to try it?"
"Yes, just a bit."
Juhyeok took a bite of the geotjeori Carlos offered.
Crunch!
Fresh cabbage from farmer Douwoo.
The cooking skill of an SR-ranked chef.
A perfect harmony of spicy, sweet, and savory.
Wow.
Incredible.
It made him crave makgeolli.
If SR was this good, what about SSR?
Carlos's rank upgrade was urgent.
So Juhyeok gave him a rune.
"Go upgrade your rank."
"Yes, sir!"
Next stop: the comprehensive workshop center.
The first floor housed the forge and massive furnaces.
Dwarves were already melting ore and hammering away.
"Hey, Summoner."
"Welcome."
"Here to place an order? Just say the word—we'll make anything."
Ahhh.
The sour smell of sweat.
A battlefield of labor.
Ore wasn't a concern.
Rajiks supplied it endlessly.
The second floor was the magitech workshop.
El had claimed the space.
The third floor was the magic enchantment research lab.
Mackenzie and the mages were in heated debate over enchantments.
The fourth floor was the alchemy laboratory.
Mari had moved out of her house and settled here.
"Do you like it?"
Ding!
Mari still hadn't shown her face.
At this point, shouldn't she?
Once the World Tree was planted, things would change.
Seeing Mari's face alone would make the World Tree worth it.
Anyway—
Craft on the first floor.
Add magitech on the second.
Enchant on the third.
Process with alchemy on the fourth.
One-click production.
Before long, items would be pouring out.
Finally, the logistics transport warp gate.
It was bidirectional.
One in the White Tower.
One in the outside world.
The external gate was handled by CEO Jeong Dong-hun.
He acquired a large logistics warehouse on the outskirts of Gyeonggi Province.
Juhyeok went out personally and installed the warp gate inside the warehouse.
Who managed the White Tower 17th floor gate?
That responsibility was given to General Manager Gyeondallae.
Of course, she was assigned newcomers to assist her.
The oval gate.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Even now, goods were coming through.
Furniture, electronics, daily necessities for the newcomers.
But there were also books.
Humanities, science, society, economics, politics—
books from all kinds of fields.
"Did Headmaster Harold request these?"
"He did. One of the few men worthy of being called a true scholar."
Headmaster Harold, a scholar through and through.
If he wanted to study, Juhyeok was happy to support him.
He even planned to build a library in the White Tower.
What went out through the gate?
Leather and ore gathered by Rajiks.
Load them from the warehouse, push them through the gate,
and receive them on the other side.
The White Tower's economy ran smoothly.
After briefly reeling from the sudden population surge,
the White Tower was steadily stabilizing.
The newcomers adapted without issue.
Some had experience with Earth's civilization.
Others had never been summoned even once.
But they all said the same thing:
they had never experienced such abundance,
the apocalypse had to be stopped,
and this place must be protected at all costs.
Yes.
Let's live happily for a long, long time.
And on that note—
"Shall we try climbing the Black Tower of Earth No. 1,001?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's draft a plan."
"We will prepare."
Earth No. 1,001's Black Tower, 100th-floor control room—
just you wait.
But hey, Grand Archangel.
When are you coming?
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