Global Awakening: Only I Can Respawn

Chapter 172: Night Club (1)

With nothing better to do, YuWon switched to the community tab. As usual, it was bustling with activity. Some were chatting about random stuff while a few were exchanging resources, and some gathered to form a monster map to help people evade unnecessary dangers.

The community tab was a substantial source of information, but blindly believing anything from the tab was foolish. Not everyone had the best interest at heart. Some just wanted to gain more, while others used the anonymity of the platform to indulge their baser instincts.

YuWon's eyes fell on one such chatroom marked as

Fight Club.

The introduction to the group was straightforward. One could bet on their strength and fight other humans or monsters to death. If they won, they'd gain resources and if they lost, well... then they died.

It wasn't very far from their location, either. YuWon made a mental note to check it out later. For now, his attention was on something else. It was a private chat room, something YuWon hadn't seen before.

He clicked the lock icon and found himself in a strange chat room. People in that chat room weren't talking about survival but paladins. YuWon realized what it was... a chatroom full of gods.

What the hell...

YuWon couldn't believe his eyes. He wondered how he had gained access to their chat. As a mere participant in their game, this should have been impossible.

But then it hit him—the God Seed inside him. Essentially, that made him into a god. Besides, it was a great way to spy on them. So YuWon kept his mouth closed and read what the gods had to say.

[I'm Just a Head]:

Can we please kill them already? We waited so long for them to climb the World Tree, and now we're stuck waiting again!

[One-Eyed Wisdom]:

Shut it, Mimir. You're not the only one eager to deal with these mortals.

[Notification]:

Warning: "One-Eyed Wisdom," refrain from using original names in this chat.

[Notification]:

"One-Eyed Wisdom" has left the chat.

A flood of laughing emojis followed the system message, as users mocked One-Eyed Wisdom for being petty and overly sensitive.

Meanwhile, YuWon was trying to wrap his head around everything. They didn't seem to be gods but a random discord community, bickering and laughing about nonsense.

[Sleeping Around Is Fun]:

Oh? Looks like some humans have finally made it to the tower.

[Notification]:

User: [Sleeping Around Is Fun] has invited everyone to watch their feed.

A small video popped up in the corner of the community interface. YuWon clicked it as he wanted to learn more about the tower. He expected some monsters to fight, but what he saw was disturbing.

Forget about solving the mystery. Anyone who gets close to the tower died abnormally.

The gods enjoyed the scene and mocked the humans, even their so-called paladins. The broadcast abruptly ended as one paladin fell in battle. Still, YuWon gathered some information about the tower, though it mattered little, as most who entered met their end soon after.

"...we need to train more."

***

A week later...

YuWon ensured everyone was equipped with the right weapons and skills, sparing no effort in preparation. Even Mickey and Skullee received weapons of their own.

Min-Joon frowned as the skeleton got weapons with no strings attached. Unlike him, who had to prove his worth time after time or YuWon would take his axe away.

"Where are we going now? The Namsan tower?" Soo-Ah asked, leading the skeletons.

"What's the rush? We got a week left, don't we?" YuWon replied, casually picking bone fragments off the ground.

"That's true... but what if someone solves the mystery before us?" Min-Joon asked. "Wouldn't we miss out on rewards?"

"No one's going to clear the mystery before us," YuWon chuckled.

"How are you so sure?" Yeji asked.

"That's a secret," YuWon winked.

Throughout the week, he had watched countless feeds from the gods. From those glimpses and their conversations in the divine chat, he had pieced together a few details about the trial. But sharing what he knew with them was out of the question.

I don't want those damned gods to mess it all up.

YuWon looked up and saw two astral eyes floating around. He could guess who they were. After all, most gods were interested in hovering around the Namsan Tower.

Other than Sekhmet and Ereshkigal, no god had a reason to follow them around. While YuWon focused on the eyes, everyone else looked around at their surroundings.

Several decaying human and monster corpses lay unattended, and the shops looked ravaged, as if someone had looted them recently.

Vehicles lay scattered, wrecked beyond repair. Soo-Ah instructed the skeletons to take what fuel they could. Resources were scarce and fuel could come in handy.

As they walked through, ogres and goblins appeared in their path. Soo-Ah killed the monsters, and they quickly joined her army. For now, they were going to rescue their parents.

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Soo-Ah was an orphan who didn't like her adoptive parents and didn't want to look for them. Min-Joon's parents were in America, so there was no point in looking for them.

That left them with Yeji and YuWon's parents. Yeji dreaded the meeting. As she had retained the memories of her past, facing her father was the last thing she wanted.

Unlike her, however, YuWon remained unfazed. He couldn't care less about their parents, but he had agreed to search for them as a detour to track down the "Son of Luck," Hojin.

From what he recalled, Hojin was stuck in a nightclub owned by Joon's gang. YuWon wanted to bring Hojin to his side, knowing he would play an important role in unraveling the Tower's mystery.

But before that, I need to save that idiot from Joon. That'll be a pain in itself.

Even in his last life, YuWon couldn't deal with Joon. No matter how many times he killed the bastard, Joon always came back alive. Dealing with someone like that would not be easy.

Just then, an odd thought crossed YuWon's mind. What if, instead of being enemies, he could bring Joon and his gang over to his side? It wasn't a plan he'd hold his breath for, though. Negotiating with a gangster might be even more complicated than battling gods.