Disaster-Level Player Is Too Good at Broadcasting-Chapter 61: « You Are The Reason... [3] »
[Bonus Chapter for 20 Golden Tickets ~ refer to the Author’s Reward system.]
The floor beneath Kang Min’s feet began to crack before black water started gushing out and everything around him collapsing into the now vast black sea.
Kang Min was falling in as well.
It felt like the harder he tried to swim back up only made him sink further.
There was no surface above him, and there was no floor beneath him.
As he sank deeper, the pressure mounted, pressing against his chest until every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass.
The darkness wasn’t empty when he passed a certain pont.
The black sea depth was now populated by the flickering, neon-blue silhouettes of people.
He passed the first layer.
Their arms were folded, their forms shimmering like a dying signal.
Some looked at him and others looked past him, whispering into each other’s ears with voices that echoed through the water.
"Look at him...
He’s the one who took the last of the mana crystals and left us in the dark.
He didn’t even look back when the Floor Boss started tearing into the rearguard.
He just kept climbing, didn’t he?
He could have saved at least ten of us if he just turned around.
He chose himself over everyone.
He always chose himself...
Just look at those cold eyes as he falls."
"He thinks he’s a god now, doesn’t he?
Stepping on our heads just to see the ceiling. He frew strong and then called us expendable when the boss room opened.
Is that what greatness looks like?
A man who walks over corpses and calls it progress?
He’s so arrogant, acting like he’s the only one who matters."
"My son followed you!
He believed every word you said!
You told him he was part of the team, but when the monsters came on that floor, you used him as a distraction.
You let him die so you could find the exit.
You could have pulled him out, Kang Min!
You had the strength!
Why didn’t you help him?
Why didn’t you?!! You monster!"
Kang Min tried to move his arms, to swim away from the voices, but his body was lead.
He was sinking into the next layer.
The silhouettes here were taller, sharper of the high-rankers who had once stood beside him.
"He thought he was a king..."
A man sneered, his blue form flickering with an angry red tint.
"Stepping on our shoulders to reach the next floor.
He didn’t care if he broke our collarbones as long as he got the clear reward."
"I trusted you more than anyone in this hellhole...
We shared our last scraps of bread in the frozen zones.
But the moment you found that unique skill book, you looked at me like I was a bug.
You left me to rot in the poison mist because I was slowing down your record time.
Was it really worth it?
Was the power worth leaving your only friend behind?"
"We begged for a crumb of your strength.
Just one skill, one item...one word of advice to help the refugees on the that floor.
You looked right through us like we were already ghosts.
You climbed past humanity’s last hope just to see the view from the top.
You’re the reason we failed, you selfish, arrogant bastard!
You let the last of us die just to climb alone."
"He’s the reason the safe zones collapsed!
He pulled the boss’s aggro toward the camp just so he could escape the floor without a scratch!
Look at his hands...they’re stained with the blood of every civilian he should have protected.
He’s the real disaster of this Tower.
He let the world burn...
He’s a murderer!"
Min wanted to scream, to tell them they didn’t understand the pressure, the need to keep moving, the fear of the Tower resetting.
But the ink filled his mouth, silencing him as he drifted further down into the crushing depths.
"Look at the greatest climber now..."
A group of blue figures gossiped, their heads leaning together.
"Drowning in the very blood he spilled.
He thought he was so much better than us..."
"He let the last of humanity die just to climb alone."
A man’s voice boomed, heavy with judgment.
"He could have stopped.
He could have turned back and helped us fortify the safe zones.
But no. He wanted the view from the top.
He wanted to be the only one standing."
"Did you hear? He reached the 50th floor completely alone. Everyone else in his party is dead or broken beyond repair. They say he did it on purpose so he wouldn’t have to share the legendary rewards. He’s not a hero; he’s just a scavenger who got lucky with a black heart. He’s at the top now, but he’s stepping on our souls to stay there. He’s pathetic."
"I can still hear the way you laughed when I asked for help.
You said only the strong deserve to breathe the air of the upper floors.
You stepped on my broken leg to reach the ladder while the monsters were closing in.
You could’ve saved the last city, but you wanted the 99th floor more than our lives.
What a shit heap of ego."
"Is this the ’Great Climber’ they talk about?
A man who lives in the clouds while the rest of us drown in the mud he kicked up?
He burned every bridge behind him so no one else could ever follow.
He could have shared the path, but he wanted to be the only one standing in the light."
"Why are we even talking about him? He’s gone.
He’s at the top, and we’re the ones rotting in the basement.
He doesn’t care....he never cared.
He probably thinks he’s doing us a favor by letting us die so the air doesn’t get crowded for his high-level lungs.
He’s the most arrogant, self-centered piece of shit to ever pick up a sword.
He’s the end of us."
"Why didn’t you help us, Kang Min?"
A child’s voice asked, cutting through the static of the other whispers.
"You were so strong...you were so fast.
You could have saved us all, couldn’t you?
Why did you leave us in the dark?"
