Chapter 134 – ? Floor. Inevitable Education

“Ugh… Gah…!”

My whole body felt like it was about to shatter!

Forcing my dazed mind to recall what had just happened, it was a fall.

An endless, unstoppable fall driven by an overwhelming force.

In that brief moment, I thought I saw something huge in the void, but I couldn”t clearly remember.

It probably wasn”t important.

“Fuck… my head…”

Struggling with a splitting headache, I barely opened my eyes and tried to regain consciousness, only to find myself lying in a familiar, blindingly white void.

If I just turned my head, I”d see the crackling television and that guy sitting in front of it, pretending to look cool.

But when I rolled my eyes around, surprisingly, he wasn”t there.

Maybe the opposite side? I rolled my sight again—still nothing.

“Huh?”

The sound escaped my throat involuntarily.

“What kind of scheme are you up to that a precious guest arrives in this shabby place, yet you hide so thoroughly not a single strand of hair shows?”

Forcing myself to sit up despite feeling like I”d been beaten by a tiny fairy, I looked around properly, but all I saw was an endless white plain—no sign of him, the TV, or even the old sofa.

Fortunately, the golden pouches Mimic and Leviana had practically shoved into my hands remained nearby.

“Oh, come to think of it, what happened to the Fate Splitter?”

I rummaged through the treasure piles of gold and jewels, but only the spine-tingling sound of metal clinking echoed—no sign of the dark gleaming sword.

Of course, the Fate Splitter was still being forged in Masterio”s hands, so it made sense it wasn”t here.

But in D.D., items instantly enter your inventory and become bound so you can”t lose them.

What if it fell into that void and I never found it again?

The unsettling thought gnawed at my brain like a worm.

“Ah, shit. I”m screwed.”

***

How much time had passed?

This damned boring space never made me hungry or sleepy, so I couldn”t even tell if time was passing.

Or maybe this wasn”t the place where I met that bastard, but some hellish realm I ended up in after falling and dying—an idea that surfaced during my mental marathon of theories.

“Ah~ I”m bored. I have money but can”t spend it.”

Dominoes made of gold coins got boring, stacking coins into the Eiffel Tower or Big Ben got boring, playing marbles with jewels got boring, and piling treasures into a bed hurt my back, so I stopped.

If only I had a 4K QLED wall-mounted TV and a Netflix account, I”d be invincible—but lacking even that tiny thing, I was surrounded by gold yet drowning in sadness.

“Sob!”

Even trying to chat, the onaholes didn”t respond.

Not hungry, not sleepy, so naturally no lust stirred.

Why not just send me straight to Floor 21 instead of locking me here and torturing me?

Condensing my boiling hatred, I began biting one gold coin after another, testing if it was pure gold.

The metallic scent filled my tongue and nose, but it was a welcome stimulus in this unbearably empty space.

*Kugugung—*

As I slowly went mad,

The all-white insane space violently shook, and the mountain of gold coins *shimmered* in an avalanche collapse.

“You”re here? You”re here! You came!”

I jumped up like a woman greeting her husband returning with money, rushing toward the source.

Far away, the space cracked like glass, scattering rainbow colors, and something was falling from its center.

I couldn”t see clearly, but knowing what it was, I smiled broadly and went to meet it.

“Hahaha!”

“Sorry, I”m a bit—”

My superhuman speed surpassed sound, reaching over 343 m/s.

My vision stretched into lines, compressed air exploded behind me, and I joyfully accepted it, delivering a punch with maximum acceleration to the face of the one trying to speak.

The white space briefly flushed red.

***

“Ah— I thought I”d die of boredom. Hope of the world and all that—being treated like cold leftovers? At this rate, I might just defect.”

I looked coldly at the figure sitting comfortably on a perfectly sized sofa, knees bent, bubbling and making noises.

“Anyway, why are you late?”

“Bubbling bubbling bubbling—”

“Ah, damn it. That”s disgusting, just say it.”

His head had exploded from my Heavenly Demon Hammer punch, making the sight grotesque—worthy of a gore post on the early morning gallery!

But my mental training during his forced dungeon package trip meant a blown head no longer hurt me.

Still, it was disgusting.

Watching blood gush and red flesh bubble as nerves and muscles regenerated was hardly pleasant.

I needed to get back and open the 5,000 baby animals saved on my hard drive.

“Ah— ah— uh, did it play back properly?”

He played it back casually, making me wonder if he was even human. Probably, he wasn”t immortal like Levand but simply couldn”t die due to this space”s special nature.

‘Well, actually… even if he were immortal, it wouldn”t be surprising…’

After all, he was the one kidnapping people from other dimensions to force them into an infinite death game.

Wouldn”t it be more surprising if he weren”t immortal?

“Haha, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“A liiiittle? Do you even know how long I”ve been left in this empty insane space?!”

“Three hours?”

Three hours? Hearing that, I stared at him, rolling a die in my mind to see if he was telling the truth.

*Roll—*

The twenty-sided die slowed, revealing a number.

It was 1!

“You bastard! How dare you lie to me! You”ve left me for three years and now lie because you don”t want to face me!”

“No… honestly, it was just under three hours…”

*Smack!*

He tried to explain, but my fist of truth silenced his filthy tongue.

That long, eternal time was not three months, not three days, but three hours—laughable beyond belief.

“Trying to turn me into an adult ADHD patient. Your slander skills are impressive!”

“Every time I meet you, my face doesn”t survive…”

His nose was crushed, bleeding profusely, tears welling, but I didn”t pity him.

Superhuman body? Transcendent stamina? Tons of gold?

In the end, I gained those by leveling up and rolling around on the ground.

So I had no reason to pity him.

If anything, I should be the one pitied.

Even more than Sabinu, who dreams of being a Somali pirate and receives more donations from UNICEF than I do.

“Anyway, what the hell have you been doing? Jeff.”

“Ah, you figured it out.”

He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

“You”re so obvious. I”ve known for a long time. It”d be strange if you weren”t that Jeff or something.”

“No need for introductions again, right?”

“Yeah, your explanations are always so long.”

I ignored his glaring eyes and pressed him again about the hero neglect charge—for the third time.

I was seriously annoyed at being neglected by a guy like him.

“You”re thinking weird stuff again… but this time it was really necessary. The Fate Splitter got sucked into the portal without reaching your hands.”

“That”s my fault?”

“Hmm… half your fault for not going down, half Masterio”s for losing control in excitement.”

I raised my steel fist to the lying Jeff and swung it in front of his eyes, but he only broke into a cold sweat and refused to admit it.

“You want me to go down there? It”s obvious I”d get grilled like Shin Yuhyun.”

“Originally Masterio was supposed to handle it… but I guess you could see it that way.”

I was dumbfounded by that—what? The instant-death tiles actually don”t kill but transfer damage to other NPCs?

In a game, you have to learn by dying, but if that”s true, shouldn”t it be explained?

Is this a fantasy life without a manual? Not the age of romance—I have no confidence surviving such a primitive era.

Leaning my forehead against the backrest, I began listing 31 reasons why these crazy bastards should be destroyed.

“But… since it happened, I had to intervene a bit, so I”m late. I actually expected this.”

“…”

“Don”t worry, the Fate Splitter isn”t lost.”

Jeff returned with his usual grin, sitting before the static-filled TV.

Ah, what to do when I get back?

I closed my eyes and pondered what to do at home.

Having been in a hot place, maybe eat ice cream? Take a bath and buy clothes since I feel gross from the rotten blood? Or just stay under the covers all day…

“If you”d said so earlier, damn it!”

In the end, I couldn”t hold back and raised my fist to properly educate him.