But for now, he had no intention of doing that.
Maybe after the pent-up resentment of the Korean people finally eased, and a bit of sympathy began to arise for the collapsing states of China and Japan—maybe then.
"Oh! Summoner Bong."
"Yes?"
"Congratulatory gifts have arrived from various countries."
Yes!
Gifts!
"Here…"
Jeon Seong-il held out a silver metal briefcase.
"Please open it."
It must be something good.
His expression was brimming with confidence.
Click!
The moment the case opened—
"…Gasp!"
Small stone fragments lay inside.
But there was no way they were ordinary stones.
Come to think of it, he remembered.
The United Arab Emirates had said they would give him special reinforcement runes.
"Special reinforcement runes?"
"That's right."
Not just one.
There were many.
One, two, three, four… twelve, thirteen, fourteen…
"…Fifteen?"
"Yes. There's also a list of the countries that contributed."
Fifteen special reinforcement runes?
He truly hadn't expected that.
Even on Earth No. 1001, he hadn't received this many.
It was understandable.
They had survived a world that had nearly been destroyed.
The sinkholes had been sealed, and the collapse deadlines removed.
The impact must have been far greater than on Earth No. 1001.
"Wow… is it really okay for me to accept all of this?"
"Compared to what you've done, this is still not enough. I'd like to get you about a hundred, honestly."
"Oh come on, a hundred is too much…"
It had been a rewarding dimensional expedition.
How many special reinforcement runes had he obtained on Earth No. 843 alone?
Five from clearing the 90th floor, three from the Lumitri, thirty from clearing the 100th floor, and fifteen as gifts.
A total of fifty-three.
Eight had already been consumed, leaving forty-five.
'Should I just consume them all here?'
Stay calm.
No need to rush a decision.
Anyway—
"Things are mostly settled, so I'll head home for a bit."
"…Ah! Y-yes, you'll… come back, right?"
"Hahaha, don't worry. I'll be back."
And so he returned to Earth No. 1001.
The summoned beings came along as well.
They had carried out a large-scale migration with the summoned beings to clear the Black Tower on Earth No. 843, but now it was time to return to the 17th floor.
That didn't mean cutting ties forever.
They could go back and forth.
It was just an elevator ride away.
The White Tower, 17th floor, after a long absence.
Guigok Immortal came along too.
The moment he stepped out of the elevator, Guigok ran off to one side.
Apparently, there was a Seondo Tree—normally native only to the Immortal Realm—growing here on the 17th floor, and he couldn't help but be curious.
"Hoh… it really is a Seondo Tree. Where is it drawing immortal energy from? …Hmm, is it supplied through the roots?"
Tilting his head, he asked Juhyeok,
"What's under the roots?"
"Oh, that? It's called an Omnipotent Aether Conversion Stake Totem…"
Juhyeok explained the totem to Guigok.
By injecting a specific type of energy into it, omnipotent aether would convert into that energy. It was driven into the ground for use, and he had injected immortal energy received from Sword Immortal.
"I see."
Guigok placed his hand beneath the Seondo Tree's roots and focused for a moment.
Then—
"This is absurd. It's over 99% identical. Calling it a perfect copy wouldn't be an exaggeration."
"…What?"
Ninety-nine percent?
He thought it was identical—was there really a 1% difference?
Was that a problem?
"A treasure that copies immortal energy… truly extraordinary. A divine artifact. The one who created this must be a being on par with the Heavenly Emperor or Yama."
The totem was an achievement reward.
Achievements were tied to Whitey—no, Godbaek.
Meaning Godbaek was a deity on the level of the Heavenly Emperor or Yama.
He had always thought Godbaek was incredible.
Just look at the White Tower—
a place where the authority of creation itself breathed.
"The Seondo Tree is also 99% identical to those in the Immortal Realm. Same with the Seondo fruit. You may harvest and eat them freely—the effects won't be inferior."
Oh!
What a relief.
Different by 1%, but practically the genuine article.
Still… why hadn't Godbaek shown up?
Could he be dead?
"It'd be nice if he sent even a signal or something…"
Well, he'd show up eventually.
Saving Earth No. 843 wasn't the end of everything.
Anyway, since they were back on Earth No. 1001, it was time to shop again.
He needed to stuff Guigok's infinite space full of gifts.
Not just small items—he even gave him a top-of-the-line electric supercar equipped with a high-grade magic stone battery.
Thus, Guigok Immortal became the person who hauled away the greatest quantity of goods from Juhyeok's world—
industrial products from two different worlds.
Parallel universes with similar civilizations—so what, 843 or 1001, same thing?
Not at all.
They differed in the details.
Cultural content, in particular, showed stark differences—
movies, dramas, novels.
For example, Earth No. 1001 had the Beatles.
Earth No. 843 did not.
There were groups with similar names, but the albums contained entirely different songs.
Guigok was extremely satisfied.
And then, it was time to part ways.
"Thank you, Brother Bong! I will never forget this kindness."
Oh my.
You're too kind.
I'm the one who received far more.
"And about that Demon Immortal—don't worry. We'll definitely find a countermeasure in the Immortal Realm."
Yes, yes.
I trust you.
"Please summon me again."
Of course.
If I can, I certainly will.
And so Guigok—
Clap clap clap clap clap clap!
With the farewell applause of all the summoned beings behind him—
Spot!
He vanished.
—
The Immortal Realm.
Immortals lay sprawled here and there, their faces drained of all motivation.
"Building an Immortal Realm Tower, my ass! Scrap the whole thing!"
"Damn it, some bastard gets to go out, and I can't even catch a whiff."
"They say those fated to succeed will succeed—royalty really is born different."
"What royalty? He just went to Brother Bong's world once."
"Just look at Honse."
"…Hmm."
That was right.
The insignificant demon king had become the top influencer of the upper realms.
Everyone deferred before Honse.
Even Yama used half-polite speech just to get a cigarette from him.
"No matter how I think about it, I don't get it. Guigok goes out and does what?"
"That scrawny guy could barely catch a Western dragon."
"Hah! He'll probably draw pictures on the ground and—ow!—throw his back out and collapse."
Then Sword Immortal, glancing at the others, spoke up.
"I've hunted dragons—Western ones—and they're not that strong."
"Well look at that! Who asked Sword Immortal to butt in?"
"N-no, I was just—"
"So now you're taking Guigok's side just because you went once?"
"Must be nice, having nothing to lack."
"Doesn't Sword Immortal still have stuff left in his infinite space?"
"Really? Then let's share."
Sword Immortal looked wronged.
"There's nothing left. How long has it been since I went to Brother Bong's world?"
"Really nothing?"
"I said there's nothing!"
"Let's check. If we find anything, one punch per item!"
"You sons of bitches—!"
Just then—
Vrooooom!
A supercar rolled into the Immortal Realm along the paved road.
Matte black, sleek curves, smooth cornering.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"…Never seen that car before."
"Who is it?"
Click!
The door opened.
A pair of top-tier limited-edition sneakers appeared first.
Then a matching tracksuit that looked hand-stitched by an Italian master craftsman.
Over it, a coat made from a single piece of rainbow basilisk leather.
A snapback cap on his head.
Luxury sunglasses on his face.
An unlit Cuban cigar in his mouth.
Five luxury watches dangling from each wrist.
A bottle of vintage wine in his right hand.
A top-grade mahogany staff embedded with a massive diamond in his left.
It was Guigok.
The pinnacle of flaunting wealth.
A flexing immortal.
"T-t-that vulgar—"
"A textbook example of a nouveau-riche capitalist."
"That's hip. Guigok's a hip immortal."
"He really struck gold."
"Yeah… struck gold."
"…Jealous."
"Me too."
The immortals were on the verge of exploding with envy and jealousy.
"So, Guigok—did you even help while you were out?"
"Just look at him. He probably caused nothing but trouble."
"Tsk tsk, looks like a con artist."
"No doubt he sweet-talked Brother Bong with nonsense and fleeced him dry."
"Should we strip Guigok while we're at it?"
Guigok remained calm.
He knew how to handle immortals.
Show weakness, and they'd tear you apart.
Immortals in name only—no different from executioners.
He had to seize the initiative.
And he held a card that could do exactly that.
"Good, you're all here. Then let me tell you something."
The immortals glared, wondering what trick he was about to pull.
"I found traces related to our Immortal Realm in Brother Bong's world."
Related traces?
What?
"Demon Immortal."
What?
The immortals' eyes widened.
Demon Immortal?
Why was that name coming up?
"So here's what happened…"
Guigok began recounting how he had been "accidentally summoned, then encountered traces of the Demon Immortal in the Black Tower and had his mood ruined."
He was a gifted storyteller.
And so the tale was extremely gripping.
A total of 358 were consumed.
Only 11 physical badges remained.
Everyone worked hard, right?
Defending against sinkhole waves, climbing the upper floors of the Black Tower, producing holy weapons, and so on.
But this time, he received 200 more, bringing the total to 211.
Reassuring.
Alright then, shall we open them?
Checking the Platinum Badges.
Give me the perks.
Ding!
Cumulative perk rewards began.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sound kept going.
As expected, there was nothing particularly special.
Tickets, runes, items, potions, elixirs.
And then—
[Perk granted for accumulating 900 Platinum Badges.]
The item that came from the 900-badge perk.
"…Huh?"
A familiar name.
He checked it after all perk notifications finished.
What is this?
The Rune Necklace of Liberation is famous enough that it needs no explanation.
But the modifier "eternal"?
He had a guess—could it really be that?
His guess was correct.
There wasn't even a limitation clause.
It allowed tower magic power and skills to be manifested anytime, anywhere—permanently.
However—
'Do I really need to wear this?'
Summoning skills could already be used anytime.
And it wasn't like he couldn't use his strength in the real world either.
'Still, there must be a reason they gave it to me.'
He decided to wear it.
Better than nothing.
The biggest reward?
Naturally, the Trait Enhancement Runes.
Current maximum simultaneous summons: 30.
And even after that, there were still 45 Trait Enhancement Runes left.
If he consumed them all, simultaneous summons would reach 75.
"What should we do?"
"You should obviously eat them all. The more summoned beings guarding you, Summoner Bong, the better."
That was true, but—
"All at once?"
"Take them slowly."
"My throat's going to choke."
"Endure it. He who wishes to wear the crown must endure a choking throat."
Swish.
"Oh?"
Rajiks pulled out a cold drink from the subspace backpack.
Right—let's do this.
Gulp! One down.
Gulp! Two.
Three, four, five… ten, eleven, twelve… eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
That was when—
Ding!
What now?
An achievement?
[Trait enhancement has reached the maximum limit.]
"…Huh?"
[The maximum enhancement limit for a summoning-trait player is 50 times.]
[Additional trait enhancement is not possible.]
What?!
So 50 is the cap?
That means simultaneous summons max out at 50 too?
"Ah!"
Disappointing.
Well, trait enhancement couldn't go on forever.
That would completely break balance.
Still, it was a shame.
The total number of summoned beings in the White Tower was 355.
It would've been great if he could summon all of them.
The summoned beings also looked disappointed,
but system limitations couldn't be helped.
Unless Whitey were here.
That aside, 25 runes were left.
What should he do with those?
Share them with other players?
For example, Jeon Gwang-il, Jeon Seong-il, Lee Min-ah, Lee Min-seon, and so on?
"Absolutely not. If you hand them out randomly, people will curse you and call you 'sweet potato.'"
Who would curse me?
"You are the greatest player in the parallel universes."
That's true.
"Therefore, the protagonist of the world is you."
I don't agree with that, but let's go with it.
"The protagonist must monopolize everything. That's the protagonist's fate and the cliché."
The cliché talk again.
Has our Kosak been reading too many web novels?
Honestly, monopolizing things is nice.
But even if he consumed the remaining 25 runes, it wouldn't strengthen anything.
"The summoning trait is already maxed out—"
Wait!
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
'Where was that again… ah, here it is.'
Juhyeok rummaged through his inventory and pulled out a rune.
A rune he had received as a perk long ago.
He'd kept it without using it.
Why hadn't he used it?
There was no need to create two traits.
It was better to focus all enhancements on [Summoning].
Creating another trait would just dilute things.
But now?
He had plenty of trait enhancement runes left.
"A great idea. Monopolize everything with dual traits."
"Haha, I never thought it'd be useful back then. Brilliant."
"As expected, my lord had it all planned."
"Of course. Truly worthy of our young master."
That's enough flattery.
Now that he thought about it, he understood why the Eternal Rune Necklace of Liberation had appeared.
It wasn't useless.
If only the new trait turned out well.
Juhyeok swallowed the Trait Addition Rune.
Ding!
[You have added a trait.]
It won't be Summoning again, right?
[The added trait is Acceleration.]
Acceleration?
A speed-related trait.
Checking the status window, the trait skills were the same—
all related to quick movements and agility.
Then can the dual trait be enhanced too?
He grabbed one enhancement rune and swallowed it.
Ding!
[Summoning trait cannot be enhanced. Would you like to enhance the Acceleration trait?]
'Enhance!'
[Acceleration trait has been enhanced.]
What remained?
Monopolizing the enhancement runes.
Eat everything left.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.
That made 25 enhancements to the Acceleration trait.
How fast was he now?
Should he test it?
Then—
"Everyone!"
When Juhyeok shouted loudly, the summoned beings rushed over.
They quietly watched his lips, waiting for instructions.
"Catch me if you can!!!"
What?
The summoned beings blinked in confusion.
"Whoever catches me gets 10 Platinum Badges!"
Silence fell.
No one moved.
Then Gyeondallae spoke.
"Ah… Young Master, how could we dare commit such disrespectful—"
At that moment!
Cha-ra-ra-rat!
Gyeondallae's binding talismans scattered through the White Tower air.
"I knew this would happen."
At the same time—
Spot!
Kosak and Mad Demon kicked off the ground, charging at terrifying speed.
Taang! Spin!
Rajiks somersaulted through the air toward Juhyeok.
Whoosh!
Bardin, Crackerus, and Diamat spread their wings.
Tspiri-ri-rit!
Juhyeok vanished in an instant, leaving afterimages behind.
I'm a fast man.
You know how fast I clear towers, right?
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