The second floor

Upon returning to the real world, he earned a B rank and 5,000 TP, apparently for the Hero of the Village feat.

"Only one check would be missing."

Har took pen and paper, wrote a few words before putting this page in Ender's chest inside the wagon.

He had left two clones in the base and one in the village, he wanted to have as much MP available for the second floor, those clones in the base have the mission of watching Ender's chest for when he needs items.

"It works!"-Har was excited to see how a new object appeared in Ender's chest, in the previous note he had asked for an Ender pearl and the clones had sent it.

"Although this communication is a bit rough, it's better than having to go to the first floor every time he wants other items."

The good news is not only that, if the clones read the note it means that real world objects can go to the first floor through the chests, I don't know if this applies to all objects or just common things like the paper.

Leaving that aside for now, Har had obtained the points from his sales and now has 545,503 TP.

Before spending them on attribute points, he opened the shop looking for good skills, but there's just trash as usual.

"It seems that Robles is busy on another floor, should I show my goodwill towards him?"

Since Har came to this world, the only merchant who has seen him take sales seriously is this Robles, his items have helped him a lot and he would still be breaking stones on the first floor if it weren't for his clones. .

Thinking about this, he searched for the alias Robles in the friends list to send him gifts if he accepted his request, but Runner's alias and merchant name are not the same so he couldn't find it, it seems he also wants to separate his status from merchant of his way in the tower just like Har.

With a sigh, Har could only spend his TP on attribute points. "Status screen, buy 540 attribute points, add 224 intelligence, 125 defense, and 125 agility."

[Operation complete.]

[---State---

-Name: Harius Davius ​​Jubileus-

-Race: Human-

-Strength: 300- -Agility:250-

-Intelligence: 600- -Defense: 250-

-MP: 570/600- -HP: 250/250-

---Skills---

-Jutsu shadow clones-

-Transformation Jutsu-

-Meditation-

-Ball of fire-

-Evocation Magic-

---Special function---

-Save game-

---General evaluation: >-C<---

-TP: 5,503- -Addable points: 66.-]

Earlier he had added 26 points to intelligence to maintain his transformation, this morning he spent the potion auction TP to add another 50 points, now his intelligence has finally reached C Rank.

His eyes flashed, energy swept through his body like a tsunami and his views on things widened.

"This is more than enough to survive this floor."

He doesn't know how long the test will take in the world of Death Note, he doesn't know how many people will enter with him, but one thing is for sure, he can bring chaos to that world if he wants.

Uniting the clones, the fireball, and the Vexes, he could slaughter a city in one night, but that's not his plan.

"He plays with the minds of the insidious Light Yagami and Elle Lawliet, obtaining the Death Note is top priority."

If Ryuk went to the human world to see interesting things, show him a real show.

After placing a notebook and pencil in Ender's chest, Har hit the cart and turned it into a miniature, put it on a keyring, and clipped it to his pants.

"I, Harius Davius ​​Jubileus, wish to enter the second floor of the tower."

[Warning, if he dies on this floor death will be final and there will be no return to his home world.

Are you sure to continue? But ]

"Yeah."

After that, Har's body was enveloped in white light and the next second he disappeared.

When the light disappeared allowing him to see, he was in the usual blank space of the tower.

In this space there were other people, they all looked like they were taken from a fantasy world and it was obvious that they all used their tower avatar, looking at himself, Har realized that it was the case for him too.

[Welcome to the waiting room for the second floor. The test will start in 4 minutes.]

"These people have very strange tastes."

Looking around, Har noticed a group of people who looked like barbarians, the men have scars all over their muscled bodies, the girls wear revealing clothes and they cling to those guys like ticks.

More than giving a ferocious appearance, they look like prehistoric uncivilized, the great swords on their backs look like metal plates attached to a stick, they are a complete disaster.

"Hah?"

One of those boys caught sight of Har and seemed to get annoyed, Har just ignored him and swept his eyes at all the people, however, that group of Neanderthals approached him with smirks and seemed to be up to something.

This situation was seen by others and they began to observe wanting to see something interesting.

Har's face turned a little ugly at the sight of them- 'The cliché is coming.'

"Hey, any problem with me?"

The primate who had gotten angry for meeting eyes earlier said, walked to the front, stopping less than a meter from Har.

"That boy is in trouble, those are the newbies from the Mob guild."

"I feel sorry for him, those people from the Mob guild are bloodthirsty and bellicose par excellence."

Some viewers commented and muttered, they had no hope for this boy, however, there are always people with more than half a brain who don't go ahead to judge a book by its cover, they kept staring at the calm man in blue shirt waiting for his reaction.

"Why don't you talk? It can't be, are you afraid?"

The caveman said with a smile making the rest of his group laugh, Har did not raise his head to look at him and only an indifferent expression was plastered on his face.

"Why don't you and your group of troglodytes go back to the cave you came from?"

Har said nonchalantly, he learned in his previous life to control his emotions, if he was his previous 18 year old self he would have already released a charged fireball with his 500 MP points to let this guy know how a Creeper feels.

"Pfft."

"Hahaha.."

The surrounding people were just laughing when they heard him, however, the group in front of him did not understand his words like authentic troglodytes, even so they seemed offended to see how the others laughed.

"Fortunately for you, combat is prohibited in the waiting room, you better prepare yourself, if I find you on the second floor it will be the day you die."

The man in front said angrily, walking away with heavy footsteps while the veins on his entire body were visible to everyone's eyes.

"What is a troglodyte?" asked a spectator.

"I don't know, but it was funny how he ignored it, hehe."-Someone answered.

The leaving man's face turned ugly and he turned to look at them, no doubt he would record these faces to retaliate later.

End of this chapter.