Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 340

Episode 340 Trap (2)

< Paradise Lost on the 10th Floor >

A translucent screen is floating on the wall.

The first thing that caught my eye was the catalog with numerous items and their prices.

< Hot water faucet- [3 red candy] >

< Cypress wood sauna- [1 red candy] >

< Marble bathtub- [2 red candy] >

< Luxury bath additives+luxury shampoo+luxury rinse+luxury body wash- [1 blue candy] >

< 1 aged wine oak barrel- [1 blue candy] >

< Assorted fresh fruit- [1 blue candy] >

< Roasted pork hind leg- [1 red candy] >

< The latest card game - [1 Blue Candy] >

< Letter to the person outside the tower- [1 Golden Candy] >

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A rest area where you can buy anything as long as you have candy.

Comfort and comfort are everywhere.

The prices of the items were not too expensive, so even those with low levels or stats could rest comfortably enough.

Delicious food, fluffy furniture, interesting entertainment… You can even send messages to people outside the tower!

Although there is a downside to replying only once and reading it consumes an additional golden candy, communication is still possible.

In addition, sending once a month is free, which is an even better privilege.

Less than 0.0001% of all challengers can enter this floor, and the difficulty level increases tenfold from the next floor, so as a challenger, you can only consider coming to this floor itself a blessing.

So, for all these comfortable and comfortable things, Bikir evaluated it like this.

‘……It’s a nasty trap.’

It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a trap set so blatantly.

However, it is the trap of this floor that has a tremendous effect nonetheless.

To the extent that even Bikir, who had gone through all of the battles in childbirth, might have been beaten if he hadn’t had the knowledge before returning.

‘Even Empress Dowager Camu had a hard time on this floor.’

Vikir recalled an incident from a long time ago without relaxing.

The face of ‘Hugo Les Baskervilles’, the head of the Baskerville family, comes to mind.

‘Do you know how to catch a big monster?’

One day Hugo gathered the young hounds of the Baskervilles together and said:

Hugo shook his head when one of the hounds raised his hand and said, ‘It’s a bunch of them.’

‘It is a very large monster that cannot be dealt with even if many attack it. What if something like that ruled a mountain and reigned like a king?’

A large monster that reigns as the loser of a region.

It operates as a single entity, and its combat power and risk are so high that even several military units cannot handle it.

In fact, it is said that there were quite a few such monsters in the western edge where the Baskervilles’ territory was located.

Did Mr. Hugo dry up after Hugo moved his family home to the lower reaches of the Red and Black Mountains?

Hugo told me the subjugation method he had used at that time.

‘I didn’t use force. It was something anyone could do if they had the time. Even if it’s just a culprit.’

At the time, Hugo said that he had laid pieces of meat all over the mountain.

They did not use poison or traps. This is because the vague smell of poison or iron only stirs up the enemy’s vigilance.

The chunks of meat scattered throughout the domain of monsters were seasoned.

The fat and cholesterol-rich meat is selected only from the oily parts, stir-fried and fried, and spread all over the place to hunt monsters.

Even monsters who did not eat chunks of meat at first because of their vigilance will eventually eat them if they continue to look at the chunks of meat that are scattered all over the place.

Incredibly delicious chunks of meat continue to be served. placed everywhere

You can always eat such a rich and delicious piece of meat as long as you set foot on a hunting route without having to go hunting.

A life where you just lay down to sleep and when you get hungry, you get up and follow the smell to pick up a piece of meat.

Such a life goes on for a while.

In the meantime, the monster gains weight. The belly comes out and the wrinkles stretch.

As it runs through the land, it breaks the bones of its prey with its claws, which have always been sharpened, and dipped in blood, dulling all of its teeth that were quenched.

Their ears and eyes, which allowed them to detect the presence of their prey from several kilometers away, are all covered with fat and become dull.

A fat belly and fatty intestines make the body heavy.

‘That’s not the right time. Go hunting.’

When the monster completely lost its wildness, the harshly trained hounds of the Baskerville family cut off their leash and ran out.

And from that day on, the owner of the territory will change.

The iron-blooded swordsman Baskerville organized the enemy and the monsters of the Black Mountain one by one in this way.

‘……The principle of this floor is also the same.’

Bikir covered the catalog.

The reason this floor is dangerous is not because there are monsters or traps that threaten your life.

Rather, it is a problem because it is so certain that there is no such thing.

A peaceful and comfortable space where all the hardships so far feel like a fleeting nightmare.

Conveniences that can be obtained if you give away the stats you have worked hard to collect.

Once you leave this place, not only will you never come back, but you will face missions that are 10 times more difficult than you’ve ever been through.

And being able to send a letter to someone outside the tower is also a reason to stay here.

A chance to let your family, friends and lovers know that you are safe.

What’s more, you can even get their reply!

So the challengers keep staying on this floor.

During your stay, you will keep using stat candies.

Little by little, like clothes getting wet in drizzle.

The lost candy never comes back.

Strength, agility, stamina… Going further, the level will be reduced.

Outside of this floor, you can spit out candy of the stats you’ve already eaten, and in that case, you’ll even get more candy back, so there’s no reason not to exchange them.

The longer you stay here, the faster the challenger weakens.

Challengers whose bodies and minds are weakened cannot go down to the next floor and remain here for the rest of their lives.

A prison without bars.

The challengers of the Tower, who were only confined in their bodies but not in their minds, ended up getting their minds confined here as well.

And of your own will!

‘Here, I’m going to get fat and get old and weak. For the rest of my life I’d be content with exchanging letters with people outside the tower.’

Even if it’s not me, if someone else clears the tower, you can automatically get out of this floor and go outside.

As a result of the psychology of ‘Even if it’s not me…’, the challengers are even more unable to escape this floor.

‘Besides… there are definitely hidden traps here.’

Bikir silently turned his head and looked at the screen in the corner of his field of vision.

< ※ A small bonus for all of you who must have worked hard to get here! Let's send a message to the person outside the tower who will be waiting for me anxiously! >

< ※ Originally, a 'letter item' worth 1 golden candy is provided free of charge once a month to residents of this floor! >

There is a place outside the tower It was equipped with a function to send a letter to .

Bikir pressed the send letter button without hesitation.

Soon, letters emerge in the air.

[To. To Sergeant Janet, 1st Platoon, 4th Company, 207th Regiment.]

[I miss you comrade. Are you comfortable there?]

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Bikir sent a letter.

Then, within seconds, a reply came.

< Do you want to check the reply right away? >

< 1 golden candy will be deducted >

< You can check it for free after 30 days >

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Bikir opened the reply by consuming a golden candy he had.

[From. Sergeant Janet, 1st platoon, 4th company, 207th regiment.]

[Company commander? Are you the Bikir company commander? Were you alive? Where are you! Everyone is waiting for the company commander! I thought you were still alive! Everyone on the front agrees that Vikir couldn’t have died…]

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Bikir immediately closed the letter without looking further.

‘As expected, it’s a trap.’

The seasoned Bikir saw through all the oddities hidden in the letter.

First of all, Sergeant Janet is a person who has already been executed in that time line before returning.

And, at the present time, Sergeant Janet should be living as an ordinary wealthy family’s maid with the support of Sindi Wendy.

Because the future has changed.

In other words, the person that Vikir remembers, ‘Sergeant Janet’, does not exist in any world anymore.

Nevertheless, the fact that such an immediate reply came…

‘It’s a deception.’

A function that makes those who enter this floor feel relieved and relieved to be in touch with a precious person who makes them complacent in reality.

……But all this is false.

It is a reply in which the devil who reads the letter peeks into the memory and emotions of the person who wrote it, selects only the words he wants to hear as much as possible, and writes them back.

‘Because of the limit of once a month, I have no choice but to write down the words I really need and send them to the person I need. All of those feelings of longing and earnestness are read by the demon fairy.’

And now, the letter ghostwritten by the devil will make the challengers in the tower complacent.

If you move on to the next floor, even this small contact exchange will be impossible forever.

‘Being cowardly and cowardly is just the devil’s strategy.’

Bikir groaned and stood up.

With no one to wait outside the tower and no one to miss her, Bikir was able to leave this floor without any regrets.

‘……But I will only remain here until I recover my physical strength and magic.’

Even at this moment, the wound was regenerating rapidly.

The young Madame and Dekarabia are also sleeping under the bed, so they will open their eyes soon.

‘……But who moved me to bed?’

The moment when Bikir suddenly thinks it’s strange.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

A voice came from beside me.

A female student with a familiar face was standing where Bikir turned.

Dolores. The student council president of Colosseo Academy was standing across the bed, looking at Bikir.

In an instant, Bikir realized one more thing he had forgotten.

‘yes. There must be a couple of men and women on this floor.’

The demons always put another inmate here so that those imprisoned on this floor do not try to escape due to loneliness.

So that the two of them could be friends with each other and stay here.

Dolores probably entered this floor before Vikir.

She said, caressing the wound on Bikir’s forehead.

“Let him lie down a little longer. There are few external injuries, but internal injuries are severe.”

Bikir was taken aback when Dolores approached him so casually.

‘……what?’

Are you a night hound now? Or the condition of Bikir, a freshman at the Colosseo Academy?

Judging from the fact that he speaks in a half-spoken language, he seems to be dealing with Bikir, a first-year student at Colosseo Academy.

But those affectionate eyes she is sending now are definitely those of a night hound.

‘……no way. Did I get caught?’

The moment Bikir hurriedly tries to raise himself.

Dolores hugged Bikir tightly.

“Ugh! This guy! I’m telling you to lie down a little longer!”

At the same time, she slipped her hands into Bikir’s sides and lifted her up.

In an instant, Dolores’ big, clear eyes reflect Bikir’s image

. It wasn’t even a hound dog.

“Listen to my sister, it’s Choco

. Before you

neuter it. ”