Chapter 142 – #40. 3rd Floor (2).

#40. 3rd Floor.

“Nymph”
It may be different for each worldview, but the nymphs you see in ‘The Tower of Struggle’ are absolutely not cute.
Especially, the breasts are so cute that you can’t think of them.
If so, how many male nymphs are there?
He must have big muscles that don’t match his size.

Because they are a race similar to elves, they are often evaluated as a sub-race of elves.
However, their abilities and tendencies are completely different.
Only the people in that dimension know that.

Nymphs are the exact opposite of elves.
A naturalist kamp and a realist nymph.
Babies who can’t be mixed even if they want to be mixed.

I am now following the nymph like that.
A red haired nymph.
Big breasts, colossal breasts, and beyond.

‘I never thought Aicilia would lose.’

The owner of murderous breasts.
Although she was wearing a robe, it couldn’t cover the majesty of her voluptuous breasts.

Nymphs walked ahead.
I was walking with strides, but my stride was very narrow.
Because of this, the speed of movement was slow.

“Did you come up alone from the second floor?”
“… Yes.”
“Well… How did you come up alone? You should have caught all the boss monsters together.”
“You’re right. Got it all together But they said they would stay downstairs. He said he was afraid to go up.”

There was a mixture of regret for no reason.
Is the fact that I came up alone something to regret?

The nymph was naturally talking to me.
Even when he first pointed me out, he started grinding from his half-length.

‘Because he just came up from the second floor…’

Besides human.
You think you can’t be stronger than yourself.

Even among humans, there are players who are particularly strong, but that’s because there are only a handful of them.
He would never have thought that such a case would be in front of him.

“We are almost there. I’ll tell you the details at the guild house.”

He moved around the alleyways.
It was out of the center where three-story buildings were lined up.
The height of the building is lowered, and the clothes of the players are also poor.

‘Is there a guild house?’

Most don’t expect much from humans.
So there are not many guilds that want to take him.
Is there any need to explain in words the level of a guild that takes humans?

A crappy guild where even humans have to be brought in to hunt.
A guild that has no competitiveness in recruiting against other players.
A guild that stays at the bottom of the 3rd floor.

That is the reality of the guild that brought me now.

However, if there is a guild house, the words are different.
From the 3rd floor, the infrastructure becomes splendid, and players can own buildings.
A typical example is a guild house, where quite a few guilds purchase buildings and use them as their home bases.

At this point, there are no buildings available for purchase.
Because, having a building.
In other words, it meant that it had some power.
It cannot be seen as a subclass.
Putting aside living, it’s because it’s fucking hard to protect.

The nymph took me to the outskirts of the city.
The inside is more splendid, and the outside is full of cold wind.

“…”

A nymph approaches a building.
A shabby building that would not be strange even if it collapsed at any time.
A building with nothing better than the fact that it was better than a cabin.

It was probably the guild house where this nymph’s guild was staying.

‘It’s fucked up.’

Of all the many buildings, this is one of them.

“This is our guild.”

Kik-.

Push through the door that is about to break.
The inside of the building was as dark as ruins.

Correct.
It didn’t get any better than the cabin.
The factory building where I first met Seol-ah is in worse condition than that.
All broken furniture, scattered debris, and bloodstains are also sprinkled.

“Isn’t the condition very bad?”

The nymph wandered around and turned on the lamps attached to the walls.
Then she took off her robe and hung it on the hanger of her nightstand.
It was one of the few pieces of furniture that were in good condition.

‘Holly, sheck.’

Breasts that even raise respect.
Suspending two basketballs, a mass larger than her own head.

“Hugh… !”

The nymph sat down on a chair with a broken back.
Stretching out her arms and legs, she straightened her hunched posture.
The limbs were all impressive.

“I can’t help it even if the condition is not good. Even a house like this is a luxury for a dying guild.”
“A guild that is in ruins, you mean?”
“You can tell by pretending. I saw it on your face from the moment you entered. Oh, you got it wrong.”

But why did you bring it, the words rose to the tip of my chin.
Would it be better to turn to solo play now?
While thinking about it, the nymph said.

“Still, if you listen to me, your thoughts will be sorted out to some extent. I think it won’t be bad.”

The story of an extra nymph that you have never heard of.
I wasn’t interested or interested.

“I will tell you the conclusion. First of all, our guild is ruined. Exactly, it’s on the verge of ruin.”
“I guess so.”

It’s a mess.

Most of the things that happen on the 3rd floor are caused by Ord, who is called the devil.
It’s not a real devil, it’s just a lucky demon.

“Honestly, it’s going to ruin, it’s on the verge of ruin, talk like that is useless. What does that matter to you who just came up? The important thing to me and you is why the guild collapsed. That’s it.”

On the third floor, countless guilds are created and disappear without a sound.
It’s hard to make, but it’s an instant to dismantle.
This guild is just one of them.
There wasn’t much difference.

“It wasn’t like this from the start. It was running pretty well. Coin supply and demand is smooth, some are sent up to the 4th floor, and while inflating their own power…”
“But why did it fail?”
“It was a month ago. A month ago, the Black Skull started targeting our guildhouse.”

The nymph wept.
My desire to take off my glasses is like a chimney.

‘Black Skull?’

I honestly don’t know.
Even if I read the novel, my memory is fading.
Nothing is known for sure

It must be one of many guilds.
Is there any reason I should be memorizing it?

There is only one thing I can be sure of.
The demon, Ord, who is staying on the 3rd floor is going to target Yu Da-hee.

“What is a Black Skull?”

That was the moment to ask.

Bang-!

The shabby door was thrown open, and someone entered.

“Allie! Ruined! It’s ruined!”

Nymph, a male nymph with impressive red hair.
Ally, the female nymph, frowned and glanced at me.

“Fren, why the hell are you screaming?”

The male nymph, Fran, strode toward Ally.
He didn’t even look at me, as if he didn’t even know I was by his side.

“No one, no one help me. No matter how much I pray, they won’t stand on our side. Only one person needs to come. Then, we could try fighting… !”
“Ah.”

Ally squeezed her brows in annoyance and pushed Fran away.

“If that’s the case, we’re talking about it now, so be quiet.”
“Talk… ?”

Allie subtly noticed.
Only then did Fran recognize my existence.

‘It’s fucking small.’

It only comes to my chest, but he has an awkward appearance that is neither a boy nor an adult.
But it would be as big as a single cock.

‘Fuck!’

I managed to suppress the unbearable anger.

Fran grabbed my hand like a child who found her rope.
It was a man’s hand, it was creepy.

“No way, did you come up from the second floor today?”
“… Don’t talk half-heartedly.”
“Uh, uh… ?”

Ignoring the dumbfounded Fran, I turned my gaze to Ally.
Allie scratched her head shyly.

“It’s just like Fran said. Because of the Black Skull guild, we have to prepare for the skirmish tomorrow. It’s like a 3v3 duel with the guild house at stake.”

Ally pointed at Fran and at me.

“Me, Fran, and you. Even if you go to a skirmish, you don’t have to do anything. I have no intention of burdening you. I just want to fill in the number of people.”

Allie looked desperate.

“It’s tomorrow right now. Fran has been looking for help here and there, but she hasn’t been able to find any mercenaries. There is no guild that takes our side.”
“…”
“Still, the reason I was able to bring you was because everyone, even if they couldn’t help me, didn’t bother me.”

Ally took my hand.

“In the end, there is only you. You are my last, last hope… Help me protect this guildhouse… !”

What is the value of an old guild house?

‘It’s not that I don’t understand…’

Ally didn’t explain much to me.
A conversation full of holes.
If I hadn’t read this novel, I would have been swayed without understanding it at all.

Allie stopped talking about her and changed her line appropriately.
As her eyes turned to Fran, Allie appealed to her feelings in her favor.

What kind of relationship was it with the Black Skull, what was going on on the 3rd floor, and how the guild was destroyed?
There won’t be enough time to explain everything.

“I just got up. I don’t know a lot, so it’s a bit ambiguous…”
“I will tell you. I’ll tell you everything, so can you join the guild?”

It doesn’t matter if you join multiple guilds.
The ‘system’ only helps with personnel management, and does not interfere with which guild they are in.

I once asked a question.
A question for a player who has just joined.

“… What is a skirmish?”
“It’s a duel with the guild house at stake.”

Ally immediately gave an answer.

“Once you start talking about one thing, there are many things to explain. You came up from the second floor and don’t know anything.”
“It is.”
“Yes. I’ll give you an explanation later. So, all you have to do is say one word. Can you join the skirmish tomorrow? I don’t have time.”

Allie and Fran looked at me earnestly.
Players who know how the third floor works don’t help the red-headed nymphs.
The only players to help them are hot newcomers who just came up and don’t know anything.
But, I am the only newcomer.

“If you win the skirmish and protect the guild house, I will hand over the stake in this house.”
“How many?”
“20%.”

It is meaningful only if you win the skirmish and have a guild house.
A number that becomes meaningless if you lose.
It felt like a voice.

‘Hmm…’

To be honest, I really liked this guild house.
It’s an event that I’ve never read about in the novel, but what does it mean?

But, I just want to enjoy it.

‘… If I cover my cock with those breasts, it looks like it’ll be completely covered.’

Allie’s breasts caught her eye.
Something I wanted to do came to my mind.

“I will do it if you do one favor.”
“…”

I didn’t say anything, but Allie’s eyebrows narrowed.
I must have felt the sinister thoughts in my gaze.

I spoke out proudly.

“Please jerk me off with that fucking big tit.”
“What?”
“I want some paisley. Milk boy.”

Fran, not Allie, responded.
Fran yelled, blushing at her.

“This bastard wants help… Do you call that a favor?”
“What, you bastard.”
“Heh, heh heh, Ally, isn’t this the guy who came up today?”

Fran laughed.
He seemed to have been cursed at me and passed out.

“Can’t you? Then go find someone.”

I took a chair from my inventory and sat down.
Fran held back her simmering anger, and she gritted her teeth.

“As expected, humans have only such things in their heads. You disgusting bastard.”
“Thanks.”
“Allie. I’ll find another one and come back. You bastard, just kick him out.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway.”

I arrogantly crossed my legs.
It’s going to look terribly unlucky.
Laughter came out of nowhere.

“Allie! What are you thinking about? Are you really going to do whatever he wants?”
“Then?”

Allie looked at Fran and said.

“Is there any other way? I have to go register before the Colosseum closes, so are you confident that you can find someone else and complete the registration?”
“That’s…”

To Allie’s calm words, Fran couldn’t come up with her answer.
Allie stares at me.

“If I just help you masturbate, can you go to the skirmish tomorrow?”
“Of Calls.”

Allie took off her jacket.

“Allie… !”

Fran cried and tried to stop Allie, but Allie wouldn’t stop.
I asked with a grin.

“What’s between the two of you?”

You can tell roughly by looking at the face, but I asked to confirm.

“Twins.”

Allie responded coldly, removing her jacket.
Fran covers her eyes.

[Belongs to the ‘Red Haired Mercenary Corps’.]
“When you are blindfolded, go to the Colosseum and register him.”

Allie’s breasts swayed with a sense of heavy weight.
Pink nipples, invisible.
Wait a minute.

‘Shiva, is it a depression… !’