Welcome to the Magic Tower

6 – Why a kimono?

“What are those outsiders?”

Baek Pa-Jun of Lei Kwon Gate muttered as he watched the first floor of the inn filled with people dressed in clothes he hadn’t seen in his entire life.

Didn’t 『Chunju Gaekjan』 Announce that they were going to do something last week?

I can’t remember at all.

He scratched his head.

Baek Pa-Jun took a step forward.

However, he was told that the first floor could not be used that day and that he had to go upstairs.

He followed the instructions and quietly went upstairs.

Curiosity was on his face, but there was no sign of displeasure.

There were several reasons for that.

Not only is Baek Pa-jun himself not a group that is easy enough to have a heavenly guest cup to the point where he recklessly gets angry.

“Old man. You came early today!”

“Yes, are you here?”

A middle-aged man sitting alone in a corner, showing no spirit.

So, the gap he can’t even fathom how high he has risen.

Taesang family head of the great Namgung family, whose stock price is increasing day by day, with the introduction of a new culture and stock. Namgoong Hyun.

Almost an absolute man, he was waiting for the opening time without saying anything, but no one dared to complain.

Others on this floor were talking loudly about what was going on, but only Namgoonghyeon leisurely drank matcha.

Baek Pa-jun found out his true identity by chance, but he still had a hard time identifying a man who was easy-going in everything from clothing to food to Tae Sang-ga-joo of one generation.

Baek Pa-Jun maintained a rather calm expression and sat quietly across from Namgung-Hyeon.

Since he wants to enjoy entertainment without revealing his identity, there is no need to be uncomfortable while respecting him.

No, I shouldn’t have.

Baek Pajun scratched the scar on his cheek and dared to ask the elder.

“Old man, do you know what the Heavenly Jugaekjan is going to do today?”

A branch of an outside force that appeared one day holding a cultural object called ‘stock’.

Chunju Gaekjan has often been called an ‘event’ since before.

Today is surely an extension of that.

Single. Namgung-hyeon started her car and spoke in a flat voice.

“They say they make mock investments.”

“Umm, why mock? It’s not like the 『Chunju』, Which is always close to actual combat.”

“If you do that, the owner of the inn will be in trouble.”

“Yes? What is that…… ?”

The moment Baek Pa-Jun asked that question.

Namgung-hyeon, who had always maintained a benevolent impression, sparkled in his eyes.

“They said that their enchantment would throw the otherwise stable market of Moorim into chaos.”

“Hmm, sometimes. Strangers who dealt with strange powers.”

Baek Pajun nodded and looked down at the personnel on the first floor.

As if to prove that they flew from all over the world, strangers in costumes that I have never seen before.

There were also those who showed such incomprehensible abilities.

How surprised I was to see a person with third-rate internal skills unleash the sammae evolution.

“Some people come up here from time to time, so treat them well.”

“Yes, it is fine. We have to show Moorim’s distribution.”

“Yes, yes. By the way, it’s going to be four o’clock soon.”

At those words, Baek Pajun hurriedly turned his head.

The hour hand of the clock hanging on one side of the wall was about to point to nine.

‘…… The time for the decisive battle has come.’

Baek Pa-jun made a determined expression.

Namgung-hyeon, who looked like he had nothing to fear, had a similar face before he knew it.

They nodded at the same time.

“Bima luck.”

“I wish you luck.”

…… It was 7 minutes before opening.

* * *

People wearing space suits, having scales all over their bodies, having long ears, being as tall as dwarfs, or having various characteristics were numerous here.

They were participants and competitors of the upcoming ‘event’.

“…… hahahaha.”

It is definitely a different experience to see the contestants who look like you would only see them in a comic book.

However, it wasn’t them that caught my eye.

Participants seated at their assigned tables.

And jeomsoi handing out digital clocks in front of them.

As I looked at her, she let out a groan.

“…… This is not martial arts.”

A visual that I dare not describe.

Although it is superficial, I could not accept the current situation as I, who had read martial arts magazines and admired martial arts and martial arts.

If the cafe I went to with Shin Hye-young was a western-style Sharala, this is an inn where you can feel the antique charm of old China.

It doesn’t feel like a big deal that extraterrestrial creatures are there as participants.

Elf or dwarf or alien or my part-time job?

However, electronic display boards, stock graphs, digital clocks, etc.

It is hard to accept the sight of unimaginable, modern things.

What the hell is this?

Besides…… ,

“Why are you wearing a kimono?”

It’s monochromatic, not flashy, but I could tell.

Jeomsoi’s clothes were kimono, with several layers of belt wrapped around her waist and tied in a knot at the back.

As a sucker in the past, I knew that all too well.

“Eh, why are you?”

f*ck.

But, what does a kimono mean in martial arts?

Could it be a dream?

Are you saying I’m crazy enough to imagine something like this?

Is this the Northeast Project?

“My God.”

If you look up, you can see the stock graph on the electronic display board hanging on the wall of the inn, and if you look straight ahead, you can see Jeom Soi in a kimono.

Truly chaos.

This is the cultural Sodom and Gomorrah.

I couldn’t make eye contact with the devastation and chose to look down at the ground with my head down.

…… But the escape did not last long.

“Ah, everyone. There will be a notice regarding the event [Musdaq].”

I inadvertently raised my head at the noble voice that pierced my ears.

A face like white jade.

While.

A mature atmosphere at the same time.

The dignified woman, who seemed to let her know that she was the owner of this inn, was fortunately wearing traditional Chinese attire.

I don’t know exactly what it is.

But, as a former jerk, I felt it instinctively.

That’s fortunately made in China.

I tried to ignore the jeomsoi in the kimono and only looked at the front where the mistress was.

‘Can Chinese products be so healing?’

I was both curious and relieved as I waited for the mistress to say something.

She grinned and pointed to her billboard above her own head.

“Today’s event is mock stock investment. We invest in the [Musdaq] Item, and reward only those who have made a profit of more than double the principal amount. And the principal will be provided to our guests. Now, kids, would you like to share?”

Yes.

Those who were everywhere put down bags of gold coins in front of the participants.

I immediately checked the inside of my pocket.

Jinglang. It contained about a hundred gold coins the same size as the one received from Shin Hye-young.

Daegeumhwa (大金貨).

One million gold each.

So this bag was worth 100 million gold, just like the one Shin Hye-young gave me.

As soon as I recognized them as my possessions, they slowly hid their shape.

T-ring—!

As I checked my seed money, what I thought was a digital watch also lit up.

[ 100, 000, 000 Gold ]

…… Whoa. Was it a machine that advertised my combat power?

“You don’t feel hunger or need here, you just have to focus entirely on your investment. We take care of your safety in the inn, but not when you go outside, and if you have other business, you can ask the store manager. Now, we will distribute the 『Menu board』, So please make your own investment while looking at it. By the way, this event will end at the beginning of Shinshi.”

After saying that, the landlady smiled once and left.

At the same time, Jeom Soi appeared in a kimono and handed me a tablet.

Unknowingly, looking at her and her tablet, I frowned at her.

No, really, this is Evande.

“…… Whoa.”

I managed to hold back my anger and let out a congealed breath.

Then I suddenly raised my head.

I met eyes with a middle-aged man on the second floor with an interesting expression on his face.

Obviously his impression was that of a good-natured grandfather, but for some reason his instincts sounded the alarm very loudly.

“… ….”

I immediately lowered my head.

I reminded myself that this place is no different from a pandemonium.

Murim.

You can see all kinds of strange things, but it is definitely a different world from Earth.

You don’t have to worry about losing her life because Shin Hye-yeong would have chosen her well, but she won’t be able to get anything with her soft determination.

I wiped my face.

I made a firm commitment.

I don’t care if it’s stocks, kimonos, or Murim people, I’ll wipe out everyone in this place.

Not with fists, of course, but with overwhelming investment ability (wouldn’t that be beaten to death)!

“…… Okay. If you’re going to do it, you have to be first.”

That’s how you get the money to buy expensive alcohol from Shin Hye-young.

Beep-! I turned on the tablet and accessed the [Quanzhou Securities ] Stored in the home.

Then, for some reason, the familiar loading window popped up.

“Ah… , I’m upset…….”

Tick tock—tick tock—!

…… Only 1 minute to the opening.

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＜ Green-class Mission: Musdaq ＞

Earn money by investing in the stocks of [Musdaq]!

What a fearless blindness! Of the Heavenly Demon Religion! The stock of the North Sea Ice Palace is right in your hands!

Show off your intuition, luck and wealth!

Location: Tianzhu Gaekjan, Anhui Province

※Injury, looting, and disruptive behavior between participants is prohibited.

※Only those with a profit rate of 100% or higher can receive rewards.

[ Reward: Mysterious martial arts level ]

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(Appearance of Jeom So-i, who is in charge of Lee Jin-woo)