A Wimp's Tower Strategy Guide Chapter 207
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The unification of frequencies between the soul and the physical body.
The Sword Immortal's Immortal Qi (仙氣) dug into Gwangma's head.
Gwangma regressed to the past.
To be precise, memory regression.
Should I say his real-life self possessed his past self in his memories?
From a first-person observer's perspective.
In other words, he possessed it, but couldn't interfere with his body's movements, only able to continuously observe.
However, the experience was direct.
He was replaying his life exactly as it was, from birth through childhood, youth, adulthood, and his waning years.
Every sensation felt real.
The pain and misery of begging while clutching his starving stomach as an orphan, the sensation of the cold blade pierced deep into his stomach during a war with beggars from another neighborhood over territory.
The warm feeling of internal energy being generated in his dantian for the first time while training martial arts after meeting the master of a single-lineage transmission sect.
His martial arts becoming established through real combat.
Himself having become the top master of Jianghu before he knew it.
And the desperate battles of his later years.
The memories of facing off alone against government troops and both orthodox and unorthodox sect martial artists as the public enemy of Murim.
Being pierced, cut, and hacked.
Anyway, it was extremely vivid.
Tuning the frequencies.
Experience the aggregate of memories you embraced while living your life again from the beginning.
So that the memory information is engraved completely onto your new physical body.
That is precisely the purpose of memory regression.
Memories are not embedded in the consciousness, but in the physical body.
Because the most important thing is for the body to remember.
However, the previous body disappeared.
The information remembered by the body was blown away entirely.
To correct that, by repeatedly reviewing the memory information once more, it's engraved into the body and.
It's an ignorant method.
Yet it's also a wondrous magic art.
Because he's a Shenxian, such a thing would be possible.
It wasn't just Gwangma.
Cossack too, Gobang too, Gyeon Dal-rae too, Master Sergeant Be too... All the summoned entities who collapsed by the Sword Immortal were experiencing memory regression.
Sorrow, joy, despair, hope, regret, pain, ecstasy, patience, achievement.......
The moments they wanted to forget, the moments they wanted to encounter again, and all those moments they couldn't even remember now because they were so long ago, were engraved onto their physical bodies again.
Meanwhile, Joo-hyuk was.......
He was in a strange place.
A place reminiscent of a courtroom.
Did the Sword Immortal do it?
Why did he send him here?
And the person in front of his eyes.
A middle-aged man with a plump physique, wearing a hat on his head, a facial complexion like a red jujube, and an ink-black beard tilted his head while looking at Joo-hyuk and.
"Nem? I'm not a sinner though? I'm called Bong Joo-hyuk though?"
"If you are not a sinner, why did you come here? In the state of a soul at that?"
"...A soul? Did I die?"
The middle-aged man rummaging through a book.
"Heu-eum, first of all, the name Bong Joo-hyuk is not in the Register of the Dead."
...Register of the Dead?
It's a word I've heard a lot somewhere.
He poked Joo-hyuk's soul tightly with his finger.
A moment of time passed and.
"Tsk-tsk, I knew it would be like this. Anyway, the Sword Immortal, that guy is... E-ing!"
Huh? He knows Sword Immortal-nim?
"He should have at least explained it beforehand before sending."
The middle-aged man smiling while looking at Joo-hyuk.
"Anyway, welcome to Hell. Great Hero Bong."
All sorts of thoughts popped up in Joo-hyuk's mind.
Did I die and come to Hell?
"Ah! Do not worry. Because you did not come here because you died."
"It is merely a connection of the mind. Should I say your soul briefly skipped across dimensions."
"...Does that mean I can return?"
"That is correct. In about 30 seconds."
"Since there is no time, I will impart the magic art to tune the frequencies of your physical body and soul right away."
"It is called memory regression. Usually, the judges of Hell completely show the entirety of a sinner's past life during the trial process to make them recognize the sins they committed."
Then he raised his hand and swiped it hwih-hwik again and.
Joo-hyuk, who enlightened the magic art within his consciousness.
"To use the memory regression magic art, you need a wondrous energy fitting for it. Immortal Qi (仙氣) should be appropriate."
What do you mean Immortal Qi.
"I don't have any other energy besides magic power and internal energy though?"
"You have the Immortal Peaches the Sword Immortal left behind, don't you? Eat them consistently. One a day, and since you also happen to possess an Immortal Root (仙根), the Immortal Qi will settle well."
The food Shenxians eat.
The currency of the Immortal Realm.
"Now it is all done. Travel safely. Make sure you save the world."
"Thank yo... Um, by the way, who are you?"
The middle-aged man smiled plumply and spoke.
"I am called King Yama."
And suddenly, his vision blurred and.
Joo-hyuk opened his eyes.
He saw a familiar sky.
The White Tower 17th floor.
Can you believe this?
'I just went to Hell and came back.'
I even met King Yama.
Even if it's the Hell of another world.
'I should live kindly.'
Anyway, I learned the memory regression magic art from there.
Because it was implanted in my soul, it can be used immediately as long as I have Immortal Qi.
I can also guess why he had me learn this.
The magic art currently cast upon the summoned entities must be exactly memory regression.
A method of tuning frequencies by making their current physical bodies experience all their lived experiences again.
Telling me to tune their frequencies through memory regression as well later when I call forth other summoned entities randomly.
Our wise and warm Sword Immortal-nim.
'But does this apply as a skill?'
Exactly at that moment!
[Skill : You acquire Memory Regression.] [Memory Regression has been registered in the Status Window's Trait Skills section.]
'What about the status window?'
[Trait Skill] : Designated Summon/ Random Summon/ Unsummon/ Memory Regression
A skill even the system acknowledged.
'Then I should slowly get u... Heol?'
Come to think of it, the back of my head felt plush.
Was I resting on a goose down pillow or something?
Even a fragrance like the scent of flowers.
'Where is this good smell coming from.'
Turning my head sideways and looking up.
Joo-hyuk lying with his head on her thigh.
'She slides her techniques in whenever there's a chance.'
In times like this, the best is to feign ignorance and move on.
"How long was I lying down?"
"About 3 minutes? You can keep lying down."
"No. I shouldn't. It must be heavy."
"It's not heavy at all. Hehehe."
His heart was continuously pounding kong-dak-kong-dak but.
Pretending to be calm, slowly getting up as if it were nothing and.
The summoned entities who were still sprawled out and collapsed on the floor.
And the Sword Immortal and Rajix chatting amicably over there.
"Heo-heo-heo, you mean you also put in that object called a Gigant and even put in 30 firetrucks?"
"And the corpse of that merely physically massive dragon is inside too?"
"It is truly a formidable Infinite Space ability. In the Immortal Realm where this Daoist lives, there is also an Immortal who uses the Infinite Space. If the opportunity arises someday, I shall let you two meet."
She laid the Gigant down and was working on the magic power circuit diagram.
It seems she's probably trying to prepare Unit 3.
"Sword Immortal-nim."
"Oh! Great Hero Bong, did you learn it well?"
"Yes, thanks to you."
"What a relief. It is a useful magic art. It is also an art this Daoist learned while going to help out with part-time work at the Hell courtroom."
What kind of Shenxian goes to do part-time jobs?
It seems it's hard to make a living there too.
Anyway, Joo-hyuk politely bowed his head and expressed his greetings of gratitude again.
"When will these people wake up? Is it still a long way off before the memory regression ends......."
"The memory regression has already ended. However, they must fulfill a mission in the mental space to wake up so."
"That... what was it? The lizard-looking dragon punk this Daoist took care of,"
"Supreme Demonic Dragon Helcrassus."
"Ah! That Hell whatever, this Daoist recreated a dragon identical to that punk in their mental space. If they fight it and win, they will regain their senses and wake up."
How are they supposed to catch that punk.
"Do not worry. They will succeed and come back. They are not alone either, 10 people will be clinging onto it."
"I believe they can sufficiently do it. Because I only released exactly 2 of them."
2 Supreme Demonic Dragons?
"Originally, I was going to release 3 of them, but so that they can just slowly have a taste, how could they become full on their first spoonful?"
No, they won't even be able to take the first spoonful though?
What do I do about this.
Will they be able to accomplish it?
Gangnam Rajix Corporation headquarters.
CEO Jung Dong-hoon receiving Secretary Oh Jin-sook's report.
"This is the final draft of the custom bike. The word Sword Immortal on the front, handlebars replicating sword hilts, and the wheel rims and footrests also applied with sword designs."
Jung Dong-hoon nodding while looking at the design draft.
This much seems to meet Player Bong's requests.
'Shall I send the picture?'
Taking a picture of the design and sending via Talk app.
A reply that arrived a moment later.
- It's good. Please proceed as it is. As fast as possible.
"Tell them to start the work right now."
"It doesn't matter how much money it takes, so within three days at least."
"Ah right! One more thing."
CEO Jung Dong-hoon pointing at the Gigant figure placed on the desk.
"You can erase the back plate advertisement of the exhibition Gigant in Yeouido Park. Let's start the work right away today."
"Ah... so you got permission?"
It kept bothering my eyes.
"The video of Gigant Unit 2 will be up soon. Contact the factory and tell them to prepare since we'll begin sales."
When the video is disclosed this time, they also plan to commence figure sales.
As models of the Gigant holding the shield and sword.
Cheap ones with plastic.
Premiums are planned to be produced with metal.
They will sell extremely well.
You can't help but buy it if you watch the video.
Even he himself is waiting for it to be released.
White Tower 17th floor.
However, the summoned entities were still unable to wake up.
When will they wake up?
Won't things go wrong permanently at this rate?
Asking the Sword Immortal with a worried mind.
"They will wake up soon. Since everyone is a person who possesses that much potential, doesn't Great Hero Bong also know?"
I want to shake them awake, but I can't even do that.
Saying it's optimal to just leave them alone.
A day passed. Two days passed, the third day.
The summoned entities still unable to escape from the mental space.
"Tsk-tsk, they are weaker than I thought."
"...That would probably be according to Sword Immortal-nim's standards."
And this gentleman is supposed to be a Shenxian.
I shouldn't trust him blindly.
"It cannot be helped. This Daoist shall use a little power."
Approaching the collapsed summoned entities with an extremely annoyed expression, the Sword Immortal continuously poking them here and there.
Please wake up safely.
In the midst of that, the completed custom bike.
Joo-hyuk went outside with Rajix and brought the bike.
The Sword Immortal rejoicing as if he would jump.
"Hahahaha! It is a custom that perfectly fits this Daoist's identity. May I try riding it?"
"It is Sword Immortal-nim's bike. As much as you want."
If you're thankful, do something about our summoned entities.
Since I can even buy you 100 such bikes.
Bu-reu-reung! Bu-reuk, bu-reu-reu-reuk!
What's the rush, the Sword Immortal sprinting along the White Tower 17th floor road riding the bike.
The smartphones following behind him.
Joo-hyuk was beside the summoned entities.
Waiting for them to wake up.
Actually, the random summon cooldown had returned too.
I could summon new summoned entities even right now.
But how could I welcome new family members when these folks haven't regained their senses?
'After everyone regains their senses.......'
Gwangma abruptly raising his upper body.
"I am sorry. Because this old man is lacking, it took a long time."
"Aigoo, if you woke up, that's all that matters."
"The Warrior found it arduous."
"Young Master, I have caused you worry."
"Master Sergeant Veronica Caliber. Reporting return."
"Keong-keong-keong-keong!"
Everyone regained their senses.
"Ayu, you must all be hungry, let's all have one of these. Rajix-ssi?"
"Take out the Immortal Peaches."
Seu-seut, seu-seut, seu-seut.......
Thus, the Immortal Peaches given to the summoned entities one by one.
"Have one each. You need to recover your health."
"You cannot, sir. Bong Summoner-nim must eat it all alone, sir. Just microwave instant rice for us, sir."
"That is right. The quantity is sparse too."
"It must be an Immortal Peach meant solely for Young Master. Please take them back."
"Combat rations are enough for me."
"You all doing well means I'm doing well. I already ate a lot."
I already ate 5 of them.
"Absolute Obedience?"
"This is a case where we can refuse using Clause 3 of the 3 Principles, sir."
"Good grief, do you want to be kicked out of the White Tower? Then the physical bodies tuned with such difficulty would disappear again and......."
"I will eat it immediately. Please give it, sir."
Holding one Immortal Peach each like that, crunching and chewing them.
All with ecstatic expressions.
How could an Immortal Peach be an ordinary fruit?
Joo-hyuk was also startled when he first ate it.
"Tsk-tsk, such a precious thing......."
The Sword Immortal, who appeared before anyone knew it.
"Well, I knew it would be like that. However, if possible, do not give them to others and cherish them."
"Anyway, it seems the time to part has come."
"If you stay a little longer and go......."
"Heo-ja-jeong-ri (會者定離), for there is inevitably a parting when there is a meeting."
"A predetermined parting is better the sooner it is. Then... ah right!"
The Sword Immortal took out something from his Infinite Space and handed it to Joo-hyuk.
It was a heaped pile.
"That is right. It is hair."
Making a person flustered.
"Keum-keum, it is not this Daoist's hair. It is monkey hair."
"Aha, monkey hair......."
"In times of emergency, it will become a means to aid you."
"If you feel lacking in strength, blow onto it to scatter it. Though using about half of it should be sufficient."
Since it's something Shenxian-nim is giving, I can't just not accept it.
"From which monkey did you get this hair?"
"Ah! It is a monkey monster called the Great Sage Equal to Heaven but."
If it's the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?
The Sword Immortal raised his sword.
"This Daoist will take his leave now."
And towards empty space.
A crack that formed along with a hairline fracture.
"May you achieve your objective."
The Sword Immortal disappearing through the crack.
My chest felt choked up.
Sword Immortal-nim, who gave us so many things and left.
I merely prepared just one bike and a few Earth items for him.
Honestly, I'm dying of curiosity.
Those who unified the frequencies of their soul and physical body.
And those who proudly woke up after training in the mental space.
Just how much have they changed?
"Shall we briefly enter the tower and come back?"
Let's quickly go in and come back.
[Entering the Republic of Korea Black Tower (NO.1) 88th floor.]
Joo-hyuk entered the Earth No. 1,001 Black Tower.
The floor where the Sand Dragon appears.
It's still an uncleared upper floor and.
In the Earth No. 675 Black Tower, Gwangma-nim's crescent sword aura couldn't even leave a scratch despite hitting the punk's body.
The colossal-bodied Sand Dragon soared up piercing through the sandy ground.
"This old man will go firs......."
Gwangma manifested a single crescent sword aura.
It was less than half the size of before, but the color was deeper.
A feeling as if it was compressed.
Together with a short sound of tearing the air.
Flying towards the Sub-Dragon Sand Dragon and.
It completely penetrated the punk's body.
The training had an effect, I see.
However, it wasn't over yet.
Jji-ing, jjing, jjing, jjing, jjing.......
Above Gwangma's raised hand, hundreds of compressed crescents instantly generated.
Cheu-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pit!
Like a swarm of locusts, they overwhelmed the Sand Dragon.
Seo-geok! Seo-geo-geok, seo-geo-geo-geo-geo.......
The Sand Dragon, torn to shreds as if fruit being ground in a blender.
[Sub-Dragon Sand Dragon Defeated 1/1] [You have succeeded in the 88th floor mission.]
"What? What are you doing, sir? This Sword King Cossack hasn't even warmed up, sir."
"Tsk-tsk, did you want to boast about it that much?"
"Who here cannot catch a Sand Dragon?"
"Did you tune the frequencies alone? Did you train alone?"
"An old saying goes that as one gets older, their greed increases."
"Ey! I prepared so much to show my changed appearance but."
"Exclude Gwangma during repeated clears!"
"Please clean the White Tower, sir."
Criticism poured down.
Gwangma, whose face flushed bright red, not knowing what to do.
[World Notice : You have reached clearing grade S+++ for the 88th floor of the Black Tower NO.1 (Korea).] [S+++ clearing reward : 2 Platinum Badges are conferred.]
Even the Earth No. 1,001 managers were astonished at that sight.