episode_0044

There are several types of magic towers in the Demon King and Hero party.

Just as there is not just one magical attribute, there is a separate magic tower for each attribute.

Thanks to this, there are several magic tower masters, and each has their own specialized magic.

And in the capital of the empire there were two towers built.

The red tower and the yellow tower.

Each tower was mainly focused on fire and thunder attribute magic. There were many flashy magicians with strong attack power residing there.

As it is splendid, it also suits the empire well.

‘It’s a bit of a shame that there’s no black magic tower…’

Well, honestly, I didn’t expect that. As befitting its color of black, the Black Tower was naturally a tower that mainly studied black magic.

It is no wonder that the discipline being studied is located at the center of where humanity lives.

That’s okay though. Like mold that blooms in damp places, black magic can be found whenever you want to find it.

If you really want to learn black magic, it would be better to go to the black market on the outskirts rather than a place like this.

‘I should go and see later.’

With that thought in mind, I started walking again.

The places I was going to visit today were the library and auction house located on the rooftop.

I heard from the merchants that today is the day of the auction.

It was said that many valuable magical tools would be put up for auction at a venue hosted directly by the Red Tower.

Anyone can participate as long as they have money and background.

‘There’s no reason for me not to participate.’

There are enough bullets.

I’ve swept up all the cash in the Wholesale Guild. And even if you don’t buy anything, just checking it out will be a good experience.

As is typical of roguelike games, most of the items appearing in the auction house were random.

So, there are many cases where I don’t know much about the items that come out.

At least I knew one thing well.

Among those randomly appearing items, sometimes you can hit the jackpot. This is a gacha system unique to this game.

As I entered the Red Tower, a wizard sitting at the central counter welcomed me.

“Hoo··· Come on in.”

What happened was that there was no shame in the beginning.

But I can somehow get over the harsh tone, so I’ll pass.

I showed him the warrior’s badge that I had kept hidden in my backpack. I had to prove my identity anyway.

In that case, it would be better to first expose it and put pressure on the prideful wizard’s nose.

“Wait a minute, this is···.”

A dazzlingly shining warrior’s badge.

As expected, the guy’s eyes widened as soon as he saw it.

“Hey, Yongsa-pae? How did you do that… No way…?”

“I’m trying to participate in the auction house, but how much do I need to pay to participate?”

“Are you planning to participate in today’s auction?”

“Then why did I come here?”

The wizard scratched his head as if in trouble.

Although he no longer had the same bothersome attitude as before, he still seemed to be bothered by something.

I tilted my head.

What the? In most games, if you show your warrior status, you’re automatically let in.

Is there something I don’t know?

As he thought about that, the wizard carefully opened his mouth again.

“Are you the warrior who caused a ruckus at the banquet hall yesterday?”

“Huh?”

It seems like the mess we made yesterday has already spread.

Well, since there were probably only nobles with wide connections, it wouldn’t take even a night for the rumor to spread. They were guys with a lot of connections below them.

Thanks to that, I could see what the guy was worried about.

“Don’t worry. At least I won’t cause a scene inside the auction house. I’m a human with that much discernment.”

“No, no. That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Huh?”

I tilted my head again this time.

This isn’t it either? Then what’s the problem?

“There is a rumor that the warrior learned black magic.”

“Ah.”

Only then did I realize what he was afraid of. After all, I wasn’t the only one at the banquet hall, so rumors could easily spread.

‘Come to think of it, there was a case like this in games too···.’

It was an event that appeared when you selected the Warlock tree.

Wizards basically hate warlocks, almost to the same extent as priests.

Is it because they have fallen into the same path of corruption as those in the same profession? They think of all black magicians as weak and lacking in character.

That’s why there were times when it got blocked like this.

That’s okay though. It’s just that they’re reluctant, it’s not like they’re legally prohibited from entering.

I said, placing the money bag on the counter.

“I can pay as much as I want, so please give me a ticket.”

“You don’t really deny the black magic story, do you?”

“I’m not the type of person to hide facts that will be revealed soon.”

“Then really···? Aren’t you ashamed of being a warrior?”

For a moment, a feeling of disgust flashed across the guy’s eyes. Perhaps because he had discovered the curse and black magic, his gaze was unusual.

But I was just being honest.

“Why, what’s the problem? Isn’t black magic illegal?”

As I said last time, black magic is not subject to condemnation.

It used to be like that, but now, thanks to the efforts of numerous human rights activists, it has become a ‘legal’ thing.

However, people still hesitate and avoid it because of the remnants of the past.

It’s like black people just before they get their citizenship.

Somehow I was promoted from a coffee bean-picking slave to a human, but I can’t properly participate in society because of those fucking racist bastards.

That’s what a pitiful being a warlock is.

“Stop talking nonsense and give me the tickets.”

“··· Ugh.”

In the end, the guy had no choice but to give me the ticket while drooling. What could he do if I was reluctant?

So I leisurely entered the auction house.

*

Did I come just in time?

As I entered the auction house, the auction was about to start.

The presenter places objects on the stage and sets up the lighting.

The stands were already crowded with people.

Although there were a few empty seats here and there, more than 60% of the seats were still filled.

Considering that all the people there have proven their status and wealth, it is definitely a large number.

There were some faces I remembered seeing at the banquet hall.

I let out a sigh of relief inside.

‘It was a good decision to reserve a VIP room.’

There is a system like this in the auction house.

If you pay more, you can sit in a private room separate from the guests. There are no other special features, but it has the minor advantage of showing off your authority.

To put it simply, it’s a money crap.

It was a system that was surprisingly not used even by nobles because it was expensive compared to its efficiency… but for me, there was nothing better.

Well, that’s because you can minimize contact with people.

By reducing contact, unnecessary friction can be avoided.

This seat in a small location, which may seem insignificant to others, is very precious to me.

Anyway, in that situation, the auction began.

“Welcome, distinguished guests!”

The presenter uses his eloquence to captivate people.

As it was an auction house, most of the items that were up for sale were certainly valuable.

Long ago, a staff used by the Red Tower Master for training.

An attack scroll painstakingly created by researchers at the Magic Tower.

Or even luxury items painstakingly handcrafted by the best craftsmen.

But from my perspective as a game veteran, it was just okay.

‘There’s no jackpot this time···.’

That’s because there really wasn’t anything to use.

Staff. It certainly increases magical power efficiency, but it’s ambiguous as a main weapon.

Scrolling definitely helps, but it’s a waste of money.

And luxury goods. What are these supposed to be used for?

Because of that, I could only watch for a long time.

‘Is this a dud…?’

I’m starting to think like this.

The host introduced one more item.

“Okay! This item is… Oh, right. This is it.”

A voice that seemed somewhat troubled.

The object he showed me this time was a gold necklace with a diamond-shaped ruby. At first glance, it looked like a luxury item, but it was clearly a magical tool.

And it was something I knew.

Blood pouch necklace.

“To be honest, this is a drop product. It’s not something I made directly in the magic tower, it’s something I found by chance. Let me introduce it first. This is a magical tool that was made a long time ago by a famous black magician. The effect is simple, if you drop a little bit of blood like this…”

The presenter pricked his finger with a needle. Then, drops of blood started to drip from his hand.

As the presenter dropped a drop of blood onto the crystal embedded in the necklace, the crystal absorbed the blood eagerly.

“As you can see, it stores blood like this. If you pour magic power into it again, it will spurt out the stored blood. I haven’t used it myself, but I’ve heard that it stores a considerable amount of blood.”

“·· What an ominous thing.”

“Blood absorption. Who would use that when it’s so unpleasant?”

There were harsh comments coming from all over. Since it was an item used by a warlock, it seemed like there was a sense of rejection at first. The host continued with a bitter smile.

“Yes, I knew that. That’s why I’ll give you this item at a lower price. However, the necklace is made of real rubies and pure gold. Considering those who like dangerous and occult items. It’ll be lightly priced at 200,000 gold. ”

“One million.”

I raised my hand right away.

Since I had learned the art of blood magic, there was no reason for me not to live.

Self-healing, magic recharge, single-hit attack. There was no reason to give up a versatile item that could do it all.

‘··Yes?”

“Pay one million gold.”

So give it to me right now.

*

Knock knock knock!

Fortunately, the auction was concluded quickly. Perhaps because I had been calling out loud from the beginning, no one was rushing to buy the item.

The fact that it was an ominous black magic item probably played a part.

Thanks to that, I was able to get it for cheaper than I thought.

If you try to get this yourself, it’ll take longer than you think.

‘You’re lucky.’

It may not be a jackpot, but it’s at least a medium-term win.

So after the auction was over, I just waited for the items to come to me.

I can already imagine the ruby necklace around my neck.

However, nothing ever came to me.

“Impossible.”

“Yes?”

The host scratched his head as if in trouble.

Of course I asked.

“No, why can’t I? I paid the money properly and followed the proper procedures.”

“That··· I want to give it to you, but the provider refuses to give it to you···.”

“What?”

“You can’t give a black magic item to a black magician. The Red Tower said it themselves··· ”

therefore.

The Red Tower was holding me back. Because I am a warlock.

They refused to give the item to a black man because they couldn’t give him a gun because they didn’t know what he would do.

“Ha.”

“I’m really sorry. I’ll return the money you paid in advance. Please just let this go. ”

“Ha, haha.”

A hollow laugh escaped my lips.

Are you being scammed by a curse? I can let that slide.

The wizard sitting at the counter welcomed me with a twisted attitude? I can overlook that.

Being looked down on because you’re a warlock? I can let that slide.

That’s something I can handle myself, except that I feel bad.

But I paid the sales price properly and followed the proper procedures, but in the end, the deal was canceled like this?

This is not it.

Especially if the justification is something like that, I can’t just sit still.

“I’m really sorry. I apologize again. ”

“Okay.”

“Yes?”

“I will go and find it myself.”

I have no choice but to show it.

It’s a real thing to show the fear of a black human rights activist.

From now on, I am fucking Martin Luther King.

So right after the auction ended, I stormed into the Red Tower.

Boom!

He breaks the door down with force and breaks into the lobby.

The startled guests and wizards screamed.

“Gyaaak!”

“What the heck are you doing!”

“What rude guy dares to climb the tower… Who is he!”

I said in an angry voice.

” Nada chews.

Give me back my stuff.