?”Sigh… Why do I have to do this?”
Alan, fixing his tie, sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Wearing an Italian style suit made with the most expensive materials one could find on Earth and on the dungeons present on it. It had multiples enchantments on it, More of them having the purpose to enhance the aesthetic of the suit than protect the wearer.
As if they knew the one who wore wouldn’t be an ordinary man.
“Stop whining.” 𝘪𝑎.𝒸𝘰
Maxwell said from behind, sitting in a sofa and reading the newspaper. He was also dressed in a suit, planning to accompany Alan.
“At least there is one thing good about this…”
Alan mumbled, finding himself looking great in the suit. But that happiness was short-lived.
“Did you memorize the sheet I gave you?”
Maxwell asked him, and he had a grimace on his face as he recalled memorizing the answers to all those questions.
“Yes, Somewhat.”
The sheet contained a list of all the questions he would be asked, and the most appropriate way to answer them, as per Twilight’s experts. They didn’t want to reveal a lot of information. Heck, they didn’t even want to do this, but were forced too.
“Why are we even doing this? We can’t just listen to them!”
Alan complained, oblivious to the pressure Twilight had faced.
Maxwell, being the kind and smart manager, ‘lovingly’ explained.
“Dumbass, We have no choice but to when the entire public, guilds, and even the fucking world government are on our assess, trying to procure any information they can about the tower. Be lucky that we were able to control the questions and give you the sheet.”
Alan retorted.
“I understand the public, but the world government or guilds? Those guys don’t give a damn if there is no profit involved! The tower is gone, no one else can reap its benefits!”
“That’s exactly why, They want to know what rewards you got from the Tower. Anything. If it was able to give you something like the Panacea phial, it should have given you other things as for clearing the other floors.”
“Tsk.”
Alan clicked his tongue, picking up the sheet on the table in order to revise the questions once more.
“We could have hidden it if others hadn’t cleared the tenth and twentieth floor before you and got their rewards. The whole world knows the tower gifts people when they conquer such floors. You have 6 other rewards the world doesn’t know about, and they will do anything to know them.”
As Maxwell went on and on, Alan had absorbed himself in memorizing the answers.
Maxwell, as well as Twilight’s concern over this matter, was huge. The tower was not insignificant, over decades Humanity had managed to only clear up to the 29th floor. It was almost considered one of the wonders of the world. The fact that a teenager managed to clear it when others more experienced and stronger than him weren’t able to spoke volumes.
They knew the tower would always give trials, and not executions, but still, it was a shock.
The tower adjusted the difficulty of the trials to the challenger, it would never give them something they could not handle. Even going so far to weaken the bosses forcefully. Maybe that was the only redeemable quality of it.
The world wanted to know what Alan got when he cleared the boss floors, the treasures they had acquired from the tenth and twentieth floors were all great artefacts.
If the lowest floors gave them such powerful artefacts…what did the higher floors give?
“It’s time.”
Alan was knocked out of his focus because of Maxwells words. He stood up and followed him to the studio where the interview would be held.
“Remember, they all have things to check if you’re lying or not, just follow your gut or the sheet. That’s what’s important.”
“Oh? Does that mean I can say whatever I want without repercussions?” .𝒎
Alan joked, but the joke was not well received by maxwell. Who looked at him with a disappointed look on his face. He sighed and continued to lead the way. Alan followed behind him, staying silent this time.
They entered the studio where the interview would be held. It was a raised platform with a large display behind it, which had the holographic image of skyscrapers behind of it. In front of the display was a sofa where Alan and Maxwell would sit and beside it a desk with a chair, where the interviewer would sit.
In front, there were numerous chairs, filled to the brim with officials from the large guilds and the World Government. Alan, despite being in the presence of these people, was unfazed. He could half of them on, only a few here were strong enough to overpower him, and even that would be hard for them to do if he activated his transformations.
Guards from Twilight were also here, just in case something happened. Although it was a futile measure, No one was idiotic enough to do this in this room.
“Please take a seat.”
The interviewer, who was a blonde woman in her twenties, she wore a dress that subtly revealed her features, and seemed to be a normal human.
Not an awakened, in this room, full of the most influential awakened in the world… That was a surprise. Was she perhaps the daughter of someone influential? Her long golden hair did make him think that she belonged to the Parker family, but he knew they considered unawakened to be rubbish.
They wouldn’t give her this position if she was from them.
“Thank you.”
Maxwell responded and sat down on the sofa, Alan sat beside him. He had an expressionless face most of the time. It was time for the interview to begin.
“Alan Peccator, I must say I am a big fan!”
“Thank you.”
She first started with that, and Alan replied with a simple smile.
“May you please tell us how you defeated the master of the thirtieth floor? The Heavenly demon?”
The first question, both on the sheet and asked here. Alan simply responded with what he had memorized.
“I was simply lucky, He was weakened by the tower quite a lot due to my low rank, taking this into account I used my skills and expertise with the spear to bring him down, Although I will say it was a tough fight.”
“Oh please, you’re too humble. It can’t be ‘luck’ that you cleared the tower entirely now.”
Maxwell eyed the interviewer after her statement, but didn’t say anything. Alan also noticed the apparent hostility in her words, masked by the sweet voice.
It just started, and there was already a small provocation.
“Are you able to share what reward you received for such an endeavour?”
“I’m sorry, But I would like not to disclose.”
He had the right to not say anything about the rewards. Although, it wouldn’t matter if he told them or not about this one. The ‘Mohei Jian’, the reward he received, was gone, absorbed by his spear. The sword of the heavenly demon, a treasure that would be one of the strongest weapons if it was on Earth, was gone.
Someone in the audience clicked their tongue, but none paid attention to it. They were already seething that Alan wouldn’t disclose any information about them. If twilight wasn’t monopolizing the spatial equipment industry, they wouldn’t have been able to procure this right for him.
And it was great that they were able too, if the reward’s information was revealed perhaps nothing would protect Twilight from the other organizations, who would do anything to procure them.
Of course, not all the rewards were in Alan’s hands, he had given the Shadow Crystal to Kazikato long ago.
That reminded him, he still needed to give the weird necklace he had got to Sabrina, it would help her.
Other than the crystal, most of the rewards were with him. Stored safely in his inventory. Some of them didn’t pique his interest and weren’t really useful to others in the guild, so he planned on sacrificing them at the altar in his domain to get more points.
What piqued his interest the most was the spear he had got, as well as the spark of divinity, he didn’t know how he had acquired them, but he was saddened to see that his own spear, The Ame-No-Sakahoko couldn’t absorb Gáe Bolg, because it was incomplete.
“Will you tell us about the other boss floors? Please start with the fortieth floor.”
“Sure, The fortieth floor was a place where I had to fight a copy of myself that could use whatever I used. It was hard to defeat it, but since I know myself the best, I was able to do it. The fiftieth floor, like most of you have seen, was where I had to fight Elijah…”
Alan explained up to the sixtieth floor, and no further than that. Partially because he himself was unaware of what had happened.
He abstained from telling them a lot of things, but answered the rest of their questions according to the sheet.
It was all going well, and Alan sighed in relief, thinking that no question outside the sheet would be asked.
“How did you feel about wasting the Panacea Phial on a single person instead of using it to cure thousands of others affected by curses?”
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