One of the good things about being allocated the 17th floor of the White Tower.
A very private space had been created—one meant only for Juhyeok and the summoned ones.
So they could make as much noise as they wanted, play music at full blast, and throw a loud, extravagant feast without worrying about anyone's reactions.
There was no one around to complain about floor noise or noise pollution.
"Let's really cut loose."
Shouting at the top of their lungs, even holding events.
After gathering opinions from the summoned ones, they decided to hold a singing contest.
They quickly threw together a simple stage.
A karaoke machine and large speakers were installed as well.
Since it was a competition, they needed to stir up some rivalry.
The prize for first place: one platinum badge.
No matter how short they were on badges, they could spare at least one as a prize.
Gyeondallae agreed to be the judge.
She didn't seem greedy for badges.
Or maybe she just wasn't confident in her singing.
The singing contest began.
The one who kicked things off, as expected, was Kosak.
"The rising star of the Korean Wave, the national singer who sweeps the charts into a straight line, the flower of reunification, Minister of the People's Armed Forces, director of the Pochonbo Electronic Ensemble, nice to meet you, I cried again last night, Whistling Kosak imda."
He grabbed the microphone.
Pressed the desired number on the keypad.
The backing track flowed out.
A ballad.
And a pretty famous one at that.
"What should I do? What should I do? How dare I, how dare I… loooove her."
The song ended.
The karaoke machine score: 80 points.
An awkward, middling score.
"Tch, not a score I like, but I held my own."
But Gyeondallae's verdict was—
"Eliminated."
"… Yes? No, why?"
"It doesn't match the atmosphere, and your pronunciation is poor, so the lyrics aren't conveyed at all."
…..
"Do you have a complaint? Singing a banned karaoke song so brazenly—maybe if you'd sung it well."
The second contestant was the Human-Sword Saint, Bardin.
Click click click click—number input.
"Light!!!"
Flash!
Even the stage lights activated on their own.
"In the dark night, in the pitch-black night, I set out in search of dawn. Even if pigs cry and roosters crow, in my eyes it is… truly liiight."
A holy knight's hymn.
A praise of radiance.
Bam, babababam!
Karaoke score: 100 points.
But—
"Eliminated!"
"Huk!"
Gyeondallae showed no mercy.
"Why?"
"Why are you suddenly singing a hymn? It's not even a god you believe in."
…
"Uh, I liked the lyrics."
"Either way, eliminated."
Diamat also entered the singing contest.
Somehow she'd gotten a white shirt and a softly fluttering blue skirt, and came out wearing them.
"It's a song dedicated to my master. I prepared something that's popular these days."
Click click click click.
She pressed the number.
Lightly stepping to the beat, one hand holding the mic, the other stretched out, she sang with a fresh, lively voice and choreography.
"Ah, watashi no koi wa, minami no kaze ni notte hashiru wa, ah, aoi—"
Bam, babababam! 100 points.
Gyeondallae's verdict?
"Eliminated!"
"Why?"
Diamat looked completely confused.
"This one's mood is extremely bad right now."
"No, but why is your mood—"
"Tsk! Next time, don't even touch the microphone."
Of course, everyone else knew why Diamat was eliminated.
She sang a Japanese song.
But Gyeondallae had mellowed a lot.
In the past, she would've shouted,
You wench! How dare you sing a Jap song!
and blown up in rage.
Well, singing a Japanese song isn't the end of the world.
These days, Korean songs are popular in Japan too, apparently.
Still, nationalistic hype is the truth.
It works in any medium.
If she wanted first place, she should've sung a patriotic song.
Failing to satisfy the judge's needs was her mistake.
Rajiks grabbed the microphone next.
But—
"Hoeee, hoe, hoeeet! Hoo."
"Eliminated."
"Hooeeng."
Poor Rajiks.
Even though the lyrics were displayed on the screen, he just kept saying "hoe," so of course he was eliminated.
Next, Staff Sergeant Be, Jepet, and even Gobang took the mic.
But the winner?
Staff Sergeant Be, who only knew military songs, took first place.
"V-victory!!! Staff Sergeant Veronica Caliber! Thank you!"
She was given one badge.
That brought her total to seven badges.
"Honored Summoner, you should sing a song too."
"I won't."
"Come on, don't be like that."
"…"
"Shh! Absolutely do not make me."
"Yessir!"
No singing recommendations allowed.
He must not sing.
Because he was seriously tone-deaf.
Juhyeok had gone to a coin karaoke alone a few times in the past.
His highest score was in the 40s.
How was he supposed to sing like that?
With that, the singing contest ended in great success, and the feast continued on.
Juhyeok suddenly grew curious.
What was their stay-at-home alchemist doing?
On his tablet—
: Ms. Mari? Aren't you bored? Come over and hang out with us.
: No, it's fun just watching』月
Well.
That figures.
They were really good at having fun.
: Next time, let's definitely play together. Sing too.
: Yes♡♡♡
Juhyeok started a drinking session with the Mad Demon.
They took out all the alcohol they'd been saving up.
Herb-infused liquor Mari had made.
High-end liquor supposedly brought from China.
Passing drinks back and forth.
"This is nice."
"It is for this old man as well."
Today, let's do nothing and just laze around on the 17th floor like this.
Then afterward, get back to work.
First, random summoning.
Time to welcome new members.
They'd need to hold a welcome party later, too.
They also had to show Apophis's hide to Commissioner Jeon Gwang-il.
See if it had commercial value.
If it did, skin it and supply it.
"In any case, floors 81 and 82 were quite the rough ride."
"They really were. Completely chaotic."
It was only two floors.
But they were truly turbulent and spectacular.
On the 81st floor, they nuked and killed the ultra-giant calamity monster Titan Behemoth, whose difficulty had spiked sharply, and as a reward, freed the heroic spirit of Kosak's father.
On the 82nd floor, as an apology for administrator overreach and probability manipulation, they received clear rewards—missions tied to Rajiks's trauma, which they overcame brilliantly. The rewards for that were enormous as well.
They thought it would all turn out badly.
They thought it would be unsolvable.
But in the end, everything returned as positive results—tremendous fortune.
If this isn't lucky Vicky, then what is?
Just look at the results.
A catalog expansion ticket, an absurdly massive amount of high-grade magic stones, and even a Trait Enhancement Rune.
Enough to feel grateful to both the former and current administrators.
"It's all thanks to the Summoner."
"Oh, come on. Where did I do anything special? I didn't do anything at all."
"Hahaha, not at all! This isn't empty flattery."
The Mad Demon downed a glass of herb-infused liquor and continued.
"Who was the first to come up with the idea of a nuclear clear? Wasn't it the Summoner?"
Well… that's true, but—
"And on the 82nd floor, you bought time for a perfect clear by using the tower clear reset ticket as well."
Hmm.
They'd used two tickets total across floors 81 and 82.
So now they had none left.
"Wasn't it because the Summoner made swift decisions, hahaha."
"Ah, come on. Without all of you, I can't do anything on my own."
Having heard such kind words, he poured him a drink.
Glug.
"Oh my, then this old man will return the favor."
He accepted a glass.
"Yes!"
In truth, just as the Mad Demon said, the clear mission reset tickets played a huge role.
Without them, they probably wouldn't have earned an S+++ clear badge, and they likely would've abandoned the hidden mission.
But now they'd used them all…
Wasn't there anywhere they could get more tickets?
The special perks had already lost their shine, so it was better not to expect much.
At that very moment!
Roll roll.
A cosmic farmhand rolling around everywhere while holding a golden broom.
Seeing him sparked a memory.
Back when tickets and runes were scarce, they'd made a tidy profit assembling Rajiks fragments.
They'd even created a Trait Enhancement Rune.
Doesn't he collect fragments anymore?
Let's ask.
"Mr. Rajiks!"
"Hoeeng!"
When Juhyeok called out—
Roll.
He rolled over.
"Let's pick a day and go search for tickets and fragments. Collect hides too, mine some ore."
Rajiks tilted his head.
Huh?
Did he not like the idea or something?
"Hoe, there's a lot."
"… Pardon?"
What did he mean?
A lot of what?
"Hoe."
Rajiks stretched out his hand toward Juhyeok.
In that instant—
Rattle rattle rattle!
An uncountable number of paper scraps, stone fragments, and all kinds of miscellaneous junk spilled out.
"I collected a lot. Fragments. Hoe."
What is all this?
They're all runes and ticket fragments?
No—when did he even collect all of these?
"Why didn't you say anything all this time… huh."
Well.
He'd never actually asked.
Rattle rattle rattle!
The fragments piled up and piled up.
And then—
Slide, click! Slide, click! Slide, click.
As if magnetized, they began sticking together.
[Fragments have combined.]
No way?
[You have obtained a Multinational Tower Access Ticket.]
[You have obtained an Item Bonus Acquisition Ticket.]
[You have obtained a Tower Clear Mission Reset Ticket.]
[You have obtained a Multinational Tower Access Ticket.]
[You have obtained a Tower Clear Mission Reset Ticket.]
Messages popped up nonstop.
"Holy—"
This is insane.
They're just combining and popping out.
Is it only tickets?
Runes too—
Slide, clack! Slide, clack! Slide, clack!
[You have obtained a Rune of Summoned Being Rank Increase.]
[You have obtained a Rune of Player Awakening.]
[You have obtained a Random Skill Rune.]
[You have obtained a Rune of Level Up.]
[You have obtained a Rune of Player Awakening.]
My god!
This is absurd.
His mouth fell open on its own.
He couldn't close it.
Ah, Mr. Rajiks.
You've caused a massive incident.
How are you going to take responsibility for such a great sin?
A weak man's heart is about to burst.
"Teacher Rajiks."
"Hoe?"
"Badges—how many do you need? How many would be enough?"
"Hooe…."
Perks and whatever else—none of that matters.
Rajiks himself is the perk.
He's the achievement.
Is this what it feels like to become nouveau riche overnight?
His inventory was stuffed full of tickets and runes.
If there was one regret, it was that there was no Trait Enhancement Rune—
Well, being too greedy isn't good either.
Anyway, momentum was on their side.
They wouldn't stop here—keep going.
"Straight into random summoning!"
Juhyeok called the summoned ones out to the penthouse.
He called Mari as well.
As before, only ten people, excluding the Blood Wolf.
He told the Blood Wolf to run around and play on the 17th floor.
There was no helping it.
The Blood Wolf was the easiest to exclude.
Dog lovers might feel offended,
but people come first.
He had already consumed the Trait Enhancement Rune.
So—
[Trait]: Summoning (Simultaneous Summons: 11)
He'd left one slot open, so if he did a random summon now, that would fill it.
Who would come this time?
"There's no way we'll get a dud, right?"
"There are none. Though there may be souls that aren't quite sane."
"Indeed. The Infinite Prison is a place that drives even ordinary people mad."
Well, that's fine.
Who cares who comes?
"Hahaha. I guess I've been pretty lucky. It feels like I've only drawn outstanding heroic spirits. I'm always grateful for that. You all think so too, right?"
The summoned ones stayed silent, like mutes who'd swallowed honey.
"… No?"
"Ahem!"
"Hmm!"
"W-well, that is…"
Well.
Understandable that they couldn't answer.
Kosak, who put a ribbon on a loan shark's head the moment he appeared;
the dull Gobang;
the shouty Gyeondallae;
the short, stubby beastman Rajiks;
the crazy Mad Demon;
Staff Sergeant Be who came out half-asleep;
the fanatic Human-Sword Saint Bardin;
the socially anxious Mari;
the vampire Jepet;
and the defected hero Diamat.
But so what?
Looking at the results, they were all outstanding.
Now they were irreplaceable summoned beings he wouldn't trade for anyone else.
So he wasn't worried this time either.
It didn't matter who came.
So what if they were a bit eccentric?
"Alright, let's begin."
Whew—doing a random summon after so long made him a little nervous.
"Wait! Please hold on!"
"Why?"
"… Uh, uhh, are you sure you expanded the catalog?"
Kosak looked uneasy.
They'd said that if you did a random summon without expanding, the oldest entry would be deleted first.
"I expanded it. Twice, even."
"Y-yes, sir."
...
Then—
"Random summon!"
[Initiating random summon.]
Flaaash!
A brilliant light rose up.
You could tell by the brightness and color.
The lower the rank, the weaker the light.
On the other hand, if it was intense, or the colors were varied?
At least SSR—or even LSSR.
This time, the light was blinding.
And it was multicolored.
Which meant—
Flash!
The light vanished in an instant.
He appeared.
Right in front of them.
An elderly man with hair completely white, like the Mad Demon.
Both hands clasped tightly to his chest, muttering to himself.
"Please, this time it's my turn. It has to be me! I'm going out! Oh gods! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!! Heave-ho!!!"
Huh?
Why is he like this the moment he appears?
"… Catalog info?"
Name: Mackenzie Dronak
Rank: LSSR (Legend Special Super Rare)
Type: Mage (Human)
Manifestation Duration: 5 hours
Satisfaction Rating: None
Resummon Cooldown: 3 hours (applies after dismissal)
Ah! A mage.
Mackenzie possessed an outgoing personality from birth. He was always thirsty for people's attention. This was also the reason he chose the path of a mage, and accordingly, his magic boasted extremely flashy effects designed to catch the eye.
True to his nature, there was hardly anyone on the Randelvenia continent who didn't know Mackenzie. He was the continent's top star mage, a mood-maker with excellent social skills.
His death was just as spectacular. As the day approached for him to return to the bosom of mana with age, he decided to hold a grand funeral. Rather than dying lonely and forgotten, he chose a brilliant, stylish death.
To prepare for his death, he installed massive communication crystal orbs in major cities across the continent through each branch of the Ruby Mage Tower, deciding to broadcast his final moments live.
In the vast desert of the continent, with a single broadcast crystal orb floating, the aged 9-circle attention-seeking archmage Mackenzie Dronak cast a Meteor Summoning spell—targeting himself. And the meteor fell. Even in the moment of death, Mackenzie was extremely satisfied.
...
He broadcast his own death live.
And even dropped a meteor on himself.
"This guy's not exactly normal either."
At that moment, as if he sensed the change in his surroundings,
the new summoned being, Mackenzie Dronak, hurriedly lifted his head.
"… Hoh."
He looked around, then saw the Mad Demon's face.
"Oh!"
Making eye contact with Kosak, Veronica, Gyeondallae, Rajiks… everyone.
"Ooh!"
Finally, he fixed his gaze on Juhyeok.
"Oooo!"
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers—snap!
At that exact moment—
Swoooom.
The living room suddenly went dark.
At the same time—
Bang! Bang-bang-bang!
Multicolored miniature fireworks erupted inside the penthouse living room.
That wasn't all.
Mackenzie pulled out a sheet of paper from his robe and rip tore it.
Pop! Pop!
A white light source formed in midair.
Two spotlights—focused beams.
One shone on Juhyeok.
The other on Mackenzie himself.
Rose petals fluttered down through the lights.
The 9-circle attention-seeking mage Mackenzie spread his arms wide toward Juhyeok and strode forward.
The spotlight followed him.
What the hell?
Is this a concert venue or something?
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