The Late Cook Ascends the Tower - The Late Cook Ascends the Tower chapter 21

21 – Episode 21. A prudent death

The room is small. There are enough torches on the wall,

There are two doors.

The back door he and I entered, and the new door that is still closed.

In front of you is a player you are facing for the first time in your life.

He’s slightly shorter than me, and his weapons are about the same length, so there’s no reach problem.

However, the power difference is large.

The beige dog tag swinging from Flick’s neck bothers me.

He crouched down leisurely even in front of me, and wiped the bloody club off the monster’s hide.

Then he looked back at me and said.

“Why do you always come and curse at me? Hey, you don’t mean to fight, do you? No matter how new you are, you should know the subject, man.”

Anyway, that bastard doesn’t even seem to recognize me as an enemy.

It’s not because I’m careless, it’s true when I look at it rationally.

Because he and I are fighting for heaven and earth.

A difference in power between the 10th and 15th floors is worth fighting for, but the difference in power between the 1st and 4th floors is nothing short of despair.

I have 1 consecutive attack card in my basic deck. In addition, it is mixed with class-only cards that are useless in battle.

On the other hand, he must have monopolized all the cards of the climbers he has captured so far.

When I didn’t answer, he ate and laughed.

“I’m telling you in advance, in case you think I’m stupid, but my deck is fifty-eight cards. Do you know what this means?”

“You’re an idiot who stuffs waste paper into your deck because you can’t cover your poo?”

“Ah, you kid is making a mistake. hahahaha…”

That’s a mistake.

To fight an overwhelming enemy in a game of life and death.

But no matter how basic my deck is, it won’t be able to lose to a 5th floor player.

This is the only thing I’ve done in 2 years, but it’s embarrassing to lose to an idiot who didn’t even build a deck and stuffed 58 cards into it.

Even most of the cards are bad quality cards from the 1st floor.

In the TOE, the fewer the cards, the better.

Quality is overwhelmingly better than quantity.

There is no way to turn back after 58 pages have been crammed in.

I knew you were stupid. Let’s go slowly.

Tadadak-!

First of all, run.

He reacted as soon as he saw me running.

Everyone, including the right hand and left hand holding the club, came up in front of the face and prepared for the attack.

Two rounds of attack over that guard.

Kang-! Kang-!

With that, I took two steps backward and stepped back.

Even after the gap opened, it didn’t move.

He lowered his guard, revealing a laughing mouth beneath it.

No counterattack or pursuit.

You’re talking about that mouth again.

“What, is that the end? There must have been a cost left?”

“I’m so pathetic. What if I ask you…”

“What…?”

The attack just came out with a rough estimate.

That bastard didn’t make a preemptive attack after collecting 58 cards.

The fact that he spent the cost with his defense card even though he was in an advantageous situation.

And even not moving after consuming each other’s cost.

Not moving recklessly means fighting while calculating costs, albeit clumsily…

If you’re going to do it, you have to make it invisible.

You want to make fun of me when you smell that dirty.

Ah, I can’t stand it. Shall we play?

“Hey, there is something I don’t understand. Let me ask you one thing.”

“I’m a jerk anyway, so can’t you tell me something? Feel free to ask.”

“It’s enough to block it with a shield, but is the reason you guard with your arm because you’re a coward? Oh, is it fashion?”

“Huh, look at this bastard… You know how to scratch your nerves.”

“Well, aside from that. Did you just bring up cost because you were curious? Did I use 2 [Attack] Or 1 [Continuous Attack]? So, you were curious about whether the remaining cost would be 1 or 2 days?”

Then, the guy’s expression, which had been smiling the whole time, changed to a serious expression.

It’s understandable since he only studied Western education.

Because it’s the first time sewage has fought a number of battles on the first floor, where he doesn’t even have time to get used to how to use cards.

And that’s what I expected.

No matter how you think about it, this is a fraudulent card.

In the game, [Continuous Attack] Is a mediocre card, but it’s a different story when dealing with players.

If I use 2 normal attacks and a fake, I can cheat my cost.

Its pupils are slowly shaking.

I want to tease you more.

Then how about this one?

What about the situation where the sewage rather flips his hand?

“I’ll tell you only this time. The correct answer is, use 2 defense cards for 1 continuous attack card and end the turn. And while you were scared, a new turn took place. This is it What do you do because you lost your cost?”

Then he bent his head and clicked his tongue with a tsk.

He doesn’t seem to notice at all. In fact, this is also crap.

I turned the turn, but I attacked with 2 normal attacks, so I just got a continuous attack.

But why did the words disappear?

Dubuck. Tboob.

I walked forward again and narrowed the distance.

Apparently getting serious this time, Flick tried to raise his arms to the guard, then hesitatingly lowered them again.

He’s a really obvious guy.

What should I do if I care that the man barely made fun of it…

If it’s a habit, just proudly block it.

“This time, I’m going with a 3-cost. Do the math right.”

Actually, if Flick were a normal guy, the game was over the moment I entered this room.

It’s enough to just jump in, create an attack chance with a higher card, and unleash the strongest attack.

The difference in performance between the basic card and the acquired card is enormous, so if you just exchange damage, one day 100% of you will die first.

But I can’t.

Because he’s strong enough to turn a weakling like Tilda into a meat shield.

Because I risked my life to return to the first floor, weighed down by the terror of the tower.

There’s no way a guy like that would risk his stamina in a slugfest.

By now, when you see my confident attitude, you will have arrogant thoughts.

For example,

[Hey bastard, where did the dog tag go?] Something like this.

Of course I hid that in advance.

[The thing that disappeared at the starting point… Maybe that bastard went backwards too?]

If you have such a question, it will be answered later when you look at my dog tags.

I applied moss juice beforehand to make it green. Looking at the situation, I’ll show you a sneak peek. Crunchy.

This is the reason why I ignored the near 0% win rate and started the fight.

The knowledge he learned while climbing up to the 4th floor and the secrets of the tower that he still does not know.

Those clumsy data will transform me into a boss-level monster.

At least that’s how it should be in his head.

From now on, I have to work slowly.

How many times does he have to be fooled to figure out my strength?

Slowly closing the distance, I leaped 2 meters in front.

Tadadak!

Then it rotated its body once and swung it wide.

Booung-!

His hands raise the guard once again.

Even though the meaningless motions were like a ghost, the reaction speed was compliant.

Perhaps the defense broke while climbing the tower.

But if it’s that fast, it could be rather poisonous.

Right after his guard went up, my attack cut through the air instead of being blocked by the shield.

Have you ever thought of something like this?

Help.

Embarrassed eyes through the gaps in the guard… I’m going crazy.

But it seems like I still haven’t figured out the situation.

I have to whisper in your ear.

“Are you intimidated by the word 3 cost? This time I just pretended to swing it. If the shield disappears in two seconds, let’s talk again?”

**

Flick was a champion.

A champion who fights in place of the young Duke and always brings victory.

From noble mtl dot com

No matter how much the immature little duke tried, Flick always turned that into justice.

In his world, the only righteous one is the winner of the duel.

The Duke of So bought Flick’s justice with money, and he immersed himself in training every day to keep the money.

The winner of a duel was always decided in an instant.

You can win if you spill the opponent’s attack and read the gap.

Flick took the number of victories he accumulated and the formula as his truth.

For no reason, even on the day he arrived in this world, Flick did not doubt his truth.

His truth did not reach the tower.

The tower gave him trials every time, and in those trials, Flick’s efforts were scattered into a handful of dust.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how many attacks you throw away.

The days that collapse with just one card.

The day I fell on my knees to that overwhelming power on the 4th floor.

I risked my life to reverse the tower.

Collect the cards.

I made up for what I lacked by stealing things from other guys.

It wasn’t long before he stood up again.

No matter how strong you meet. Whether he’s a warrior or a wizard.

If you receive an attack with a strong defense card, the opponent will inevitably slow down.

A 3 second penalty that no one can avoid and a powerful defense card that can block any attack.

Those two things became the new truth of Flick.

He didn’t even have to use his brain.

There is no need to fight pointlessly, and there is no need to gamble with one’s life.

Whoever your opponent is, one day he will slow down, and then he himself will win.

That’s the truth.

But…

For the first time since entering this world, the truth of Flick was cracking.

“You bastard… won’t you leave…!?”

The battles in this world are a series of battles, so it’s common sense to spread the distance before your turn ends.

This guy was different.

Far from falling, I stare at his eyes with his face pressed in from a distance close enough to touch his skin.

“Why? I’m going to attack and defend with cards anyway, so what’s the difference if it falls? You stand still Is it because you’re scared?”

Flick got more goosebumps knowing his true sword fight.

That was madness.

No matter how many cards he plays.

Is it sane to stick close to the enemy in a life-and-death situation?

Isn’t it the same for the opponent to react to an attack?

‘f*ck… Let’s push it away and see.’

[Kick/Battle Card: Deals 9 damage to the target. If not blocked, pushes them out 3m. ★]

f*ck!

However, each attack ended in failure.

Instead of flying away, he smiles madly.

I swung the dagger leisurely with my arms wrapped around his neck.

“That’s the last cost, so what… You didn’t even use defense this time? I feel sorry for you, so I’ll just hit you with a basic card.”

Hook! Hooked! Hooked!

Everything was chaos.

You have to spend 2 costs to block a kick on the 1st floor, but how can a 3-cost attack come after you defend?

That wasn’t the only problem.

I don’t know what kind of magic he used, but as long as he used a defense card, he noticed it like a ghost and didn’t attack.

Then, if you can’t stand it and use an attack card, the attack will come after defending like now.

That’s a figure far beyond 3 cost.

But if I stood still, a trick masquerading as an attack would fly, and I was forced to choose between attack and trick again.

It gets more complicated in my head.

‘Is the cost 4 or higher because of the high Wisdom level? I haven’t seen him like that yet…’

‘[Double Attack] Was used last turn, then do you have a [Three Strikes] Card in your hand instead of 3 [Attack]? That would be the only grade.’

However, Flick could neither come up with a method to break up nor discover the principles of what the other party was doing.

Because…

“Uh huh, you have to turn your hand while you think about it. I don’t have a trio, and I have [Iron Curtain] As a defense card, but if you ask, I’ll tell you again, so I’m afraid you’ll get the next hand soon.”

It’s scary to roll your head because he reads your thoughts and flirts.

When he thought of a certain card, the name of that card came out of his mouth over and over again.

Cards from the 4th floor as well as cards you’ve never heard of.

And a little while ago, something green that I had seen in his pocket made Flick’s head more complicated.

‘That’s probably not a dog tag…’

As the turns passed, the speculation gradually turned into certainty.

Perhaps he has experienced a far higher level than he has ever reached.

If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t know that many cards.

I heard a rumor one day.

Some great guilds know how to retrograde a tower for free.

No way…

Maybe this isn’t an equal battle…

Isn’t it just a brief entertainment?

“Why are you waiting again when you can’t stop it anyway? It was over in 3 seconds. Oh no jam!!! Chew no jam!!!”

“Shut that mouth… Please… Shut up!!!”