Reincarnated With The Degenerate System-Chapter 214: The Tower Part 2
"You want to grow your guild fast, right?" Hayes leaned back in his chair, tapping the table like a mafia boss about to offer a shipment from some shady port.
Well, that was a stretch—but in many ways, the Association felt like a licensed crime syndicate.
They blackmailed when it suited them, charged guilds just to exist, and took a cut from almost everything. A real crime syndicate would be ashamed.
cleared my throat and answered, "That’s my plan. This city is too small for me."
"Careful. People who say things like that usually bite off more than they can chew. Your plan to take on the 15th floor of the new tower... well, do you know what other people are saying about it?"
"That I’m brave?" I chuckled.
"No," he shook his head "They think you’re ignorant, and that your ego’s gotten too big after gathering multiple S-Ranks. Almost every guild in the city wants to see you fail."
I let out a low chuckle. "Do you think I will also fail, Mr. Hayes?"
He smiled. "If you were only sending your three S-Ranks, then yes. But with Chase by their side, your chances of clearing it are actually very high."
So, he actually thought my confidence came from Chase’s special rank.
Well, that just made it easier to explain to the Association how I planned to pull off such a difficult mission.
"I’m flattered that you think so highly of my guild members. So can we get back to how you will compensate me? "
"Letting Mr. Chase work for you is more than enough," he countered.
"Mr. Hayes, you really have a sense of humor. He came to me of his own volition. It’s not like the Association convinced him to join me."
I paused, then continued, my tone turning more serious.
"It’s not fair that you want me to be a 24/7 nanny without any benefits."
Hayes frowned. He didn’t like the wording. "You’re oversimplifying it,"
"Am I?" I leaned forward. "You want me to watch him. Report on him. Take responsibility if something breaks. That’s not cooperation. That’s babysitting."
His fingers tightened around the edge of the desk, knuckles paling, but he kept his temper in check.
"Having the Association give you preferential treatment means your requests don’t sit at the bottom of a pile. That kind of backing can’t be bought."
He wasn’t bragging. He was stating a fact.
"You’re completely right, but I’m not the type of person who works for free."
"What a greedy man you are." He reached into the side drawer, pulled out a folder, and placed it on the desk.
My hands slowly took the document, and I began reading its contents while he started to speak.
"Tax reductions on guild income. Priority access to treasures you get from your expeditions. And direct involvement in territorial approvals once you’re ready to move beyond this city."
"Now we’re talking." A smile crept across my face. It was worth it—I had pushed his buttons this far.
Hayes’s expression hardened again. "Just remember. Once you accept this, you have to work for us in keeping tabs on Mr. Chase."
"Working for you was never an issue," I said, standing up. "I was just waiting for the right price."
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With that sorted out, I hurried back to my guild building.
On the way, I made a few important calls. One of them was to Mr. Hans, regarding the bodysuits
"Yes, Mr. Hans. I want to order 100 pieces. I’ll send you the list and sizes of my members so you can make the necessary adjustments. I also want to customize the color."
(That’s not a problem, but you’ll need to pay a third-party company for the aesthetic changes. By default, our bodysuits come in white and blue, matching our company logo. I can recommend a trusted company)
"That would be great, Mr. Hans. Thank you. Don’t worry—after my expedition, your stock and sales will skyrocket just from being associated with us."
(Hahaha, I’m looking forward to it. The other board members are doubting my decision to invest so heavily in your guild, so I want to prove them wrong.)
"Mr. Hans, you trusted me, so the least I can do is show you results."
I ended the call and sent him the design I wanted: a sleek combination of black carbon with light green accents tracing the joints.
The black gave the suits a stealthy look, while the green added a personal touch. It wasn’t just customization—it was identity.
Roughly five minutes later, I called my staff to get updates on my Nano Suit orders.
Nano Suits were far more expensive than regular bodysuits, but the difference in performance was like night and day. Comparing the two was like comparing a motorcycle to a hypercar.
The ability to self-heal alone was enough to justify the cost of each unit.
I ordered ten, and with a 10% discount, the total came to nine billion. It was still a massive sum that already put me in the red.
Normally, I wouldn’t be bold enough to spend that much at once, but Mr. Hans’s offer made it feel like a calculated investment rather than a reckless expense.
With some time to spare before reaching the guild, I picked up my phone again and called my staff. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
I didn’t waste a second in giving orders.
"Stock the armory—ammo, weapons, other equipment. Make sure the supplies are fully stocked," I instructed.
Every detail mattered; there was no room for mistakes.
The sooner I cleared the floor, the sooner I could start recouping the massive investment I made. Every second wasted now was money burning, and I wasn’t about to let that happen
As soon as I reached the guild building, I gathered my core members to discuss who would join the expedition.
According to the public information, the 15th floor could accommodate up to 150 people at once.
I had no intention of filling it to the limit. Bosses scaled with the number of participants, and the presence of multiple S-Ranks made them grow exponentially stronger.
This was exactly why no one ever tried assembling a team of 100 S-Ranks from across the country—it would only make the boss nearly impossible to kill.
Through the sacrifices of multiple guilds, the Association figured out the most optimal number of S-Ranks for each floor.
Floor 1-5: One to Two S Ranks
Floor 6-10: Minimum of Three S Ranks.
Floor 11-15: Minimum of Five S Rank
Floor 16-20: Minimum of Ten S Ranks
Floor 21 and above: No data available.
Of course, these numbers weren’t absolute. Each tower had its own characteristics—like the one in the northern region that Mr. Hans wanted me to clear.
"Amanda, where’s your list?" I asked her first.
She held a tablet close to her chest and began scrolling through the data, highlighting those with the most potential.
"These are the ones ready for combat. They’re ambitious, but they’ll listen when it counts."
I reviewed the details and made my choices—fifteen A-Ranks and ten B-Ranks.
"Alright," I said, setting the tablet down. "Give them special permits to operate right away. Also set up a meeting. I’ll brief them myself."
When I said brief, I didn’t mean a simple rundown. I planned to influence them first, to make sure they would be willing to die for me if I said so.
"Adam."
I called him in because of his background. He used to be a guild leader himself and commanded more than a dozen A-Ranks, giving him enough experience.
As for Alexa and the rest, they were here to double-check the list of eligible participants and see if each individual’s abilities would mesh with their own.
All of them would lead a team, so it was essential to ensure that their members’ skills complemented their individual battle styles.
The meeting soon grew more complex. I brainstormed with everyone, going over possible attack combinations, formations, and fallback plans.
Ideas were tested, discarded, then refined again. No one treated it lightly.
Around three in the afternoon, another call came in.
Phoenix and Nebula Guilds were willing to sell their information on the floor boss for One hundred million.
The Association acted as the middleman and certified the data as authentic.
It was a steep price for just information. I paid it anyway.
An hour later, someone from the Association arrived and handed me a sealed briefcase. Inside was a USB stick.
I opened it and plugged it in the projector.
A series of video files played.
The footage showed a group of Seekers fighting a giant monkey.
Its body was covered in bronze armor. Four arms extended from its frame, each gripping an axe.
The monster moved far too fast for its size, leaping off wooden pillars, rebounding midair, and striking from blind angles.
The Seekers struggled to keep up. Every time they thought they had it cornered, it used the terrain against them, turning the battlefield into its weapon.
Watching the footage, one thing became clear.
This wasn’t just a boss with brute strength. It knew how to fight like a human.
That wasn’t the worst part. It had four distinct ultimate attack patterns, each capable of wiping out a large number of Seekers in seconds.
The first was its landing strike. When it jumped and slammed down, the axes hit the ground and released shockwaves in all directions.
The only ways to survive were to block or jump.
However, the creature could strike four times in different rhythms, forcing defenders to react again and again.
No wonder they failed.
