Free Web NovelChapter 22: An Unexpected Buyer
Dan Moriarty sat quietly before his desk, a tablet resting in his hands. Displayed across the screen was page after page of information regarding one particular dungeon.
The Seven Abyssal Hell Tower.
His fingers slowly scrolled through dozens of reports, from official GSA records and streamer forum discussions to dungeon analyses, combat statistics, and historical documents. He went through everything he could find.
"The Black Gun Guild has done an excellent job keeping detailed information hidden..." Dan murmured.
Even so, enough fragments had leaked over the years to allow him to piece together a fairly accurate picture.
He leaned back in his chair.
"So this is the dungeon they’re selling."
His eyes lingered on a three-dimensional illustration of the tower.
It was magnificent.
Unlike ordinary dungeon rifts that led into forests, caves, ruins, or villages, the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower was exactly what its name suggested.
An enormous black tower.
Its summit disappeared into crimson clouds, and according to official records, the tower possessed seven distinct floors. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Each floor functioned almost like its own independent world.
The First Floor was said to resemble an abandoned kingdom swallowed by darkness, the Second Floor contained endless frozen plains, while the Third Floor was rumored to be an ocean suspended beneath an artificial sky.
Beyond that, very little information existed, as only the Black Gun Guild possessed complete exploration records.
"A seven-floor Living Realm..."
Unlike ordinary Living Realms such as Resenia Town, which revolved around a single region and a limited number of quests, the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower was fundamentally different.
Every floor was enormous, with each one supposedly containing entire civilizations, including kingdoms, cities, ancient ruins, unknown races, independent political factions, hidden storylines, and even wars.
Every decision a Streamer made could influence future events within their personal instance.
"It isn’t merely a dungeon, it’s practically an entire world."
Dan continued reading.
Each floor contained countless side quests, unique NPCs, rare monsters, treasure vaults, secret passages, ancient inheritances, and, more importantly, Hidden Bosses.
Dan smiled.
"Excellent."
For streamers, fresh content was everything. Viewers grew bored quickly, and repeating the same dungeon over and over inevitably led to declining audiences.
But the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower was different. Its sheer size meant almost limitless possibilities.
One stream could focus on exploration, another on boss hunting, another on political conflicts between NPC kingdoms.
Treasure expeditions. Ancient mysteries. Hidden classes. Legendary equipment. Every stream could feel entirely different.
"Infinite content," he nodded slowly. "A streamer could broadcast here for years."
His thoughts then drifted further, not merely as a streamer, but as a Guild Master.
If he controlled the tower, his guild would possess exclusive access to one of Metro City’s greatest streaming resources.
New recruits would flock toward them, elite Streamers would seek admission, sponsorship opportunities would multiply. His guild could rapidly establish its own reputation.
Unlike joining someone else’s organization, he would become the one everyone wished to join.
"There is an old saying," Dan said while folding his arm. "When a man shelters beneath another’s roof he must eventually bow to its owner.
But if one possesses the ability to build his own palace, why remain someone else’s guest?"
Joining Black Gun Guild had once seemed logical. But now? It felt unnecessary.
He already possessed Infinite Amplification, Countless resources, A Mythical weapon, Millions of Spirit Wine Jars, Enough wealth to rival established organizations.
The only thing he lacked was territory. And the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower solved that problem perfectly.
A faint smile appeared, "I’m buying it."
With that, Dan, as he already knew, that Copper Coin could be exchanged through the Global Streaming Association’s official marketplace, with the rate exchange rate of 1 Copper Coin = 20 USD
Dan performed a quick calculation, "I don’t need to liquidate everything. Resources become more valuable the longer they’re kept."
Who knew what opportunities awaited later?
Maintaining reserves was always wise.
After a brief moment’s consideration he decided to only convert 5 million Copper coins to USD, giving him a total sum of One hundred million dollars.
Still nowhere near enough to purchase the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower outright, but negotiations rarely began and ended with money alone, especially between Streamers.
Standing, he retrieved his black jacket before slipping it over his shoulders. The Thousand Heavens Rainfall Divine Sword naturally rested at his waist.
Its appearance remained restrained through the system’s concealment feature, preventing unnecessary attention.
"Time to negotiate."
*****
An hour later...
A towering skyscraper came into view, and Dan stopped walking. Before him stood one of Metro City’s most recognizable landmarks — the Black Gun Guild Headquarters.
The structure rose nearly sixty stories into the sky, its exterior consisting almost entirely of reflective black glass reinforced with specialized alloy frameworks. Near the top of the building, an enormous silver insignia depicting a pair of crossed firearms gleamed beneath the afternoon sunlight.
Guild members continuously entered and exited through the massive front entrance. Some wore heavy armor, others carried staffs, and several possessed enormous weapons that would have looked absurd anywhere else. Yet here, no one paid them any attention. This was normal. After all, this was a guild headquarters.
Inside, the lobby resembled that of an international corporation more than a combat organization.
White marble flooring, elegant lighting, and large digital displays advertising dungeon expeditions, quest postings, guild recruitment, and auction announcements filled the space.
Dozens of reception desks lined one side of the hall where hundreds of employees busily handled paperwork, while nearby, heavily armed security personnel quietly observed everyone entering. The atmosphere was orderly and professional.
Dan calmly walked through the revolving entrance. Almost immediately, several people glanced toward him, and most simply assumed the same thing: another beginner.
His appearance certainly stood out: tall, calm, handsome, and young. But his GSA card displayed only one thing. Iron II. Nothing remarkable. Several passing Streamers merely smiled faintly before continuing on their way, and one even muttered quietly,
"Must be here looking for recruitment."
Dan paid them no attention and approached the nearest reception desk, where a young receptionist offered a courteous smile.
"Good afternoon, sir."
"Welcome to Black Gun Guild Headquarters."
"How may I assist you today?"
Dan returned the smile.
"I would like to meet the Guild Master."
The receptionist maintained her professionalism.
"May I ask regarding what matter?"
Dan answered as naturally as if discussing the weather.
"I wish to purchase the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower."
"..."
For a brief moment, the receptionist genuinely thought she had misheard. Her smile froze.
"...Pardon?"
"I wish to purchase the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower."
Silence. She blinked twice, then politely forced another smile.
"Sir..."
"May I ask whether this is... a joke?"
"It is not."
His tone remained perfectly calm. Seeing that he appeared completely serious, the receptionist found herself strangely uncertain. Normally, she would have dismissed such a request immediately: an Iron II Streamer purchasing the Guild’s greatest asset sounded ridiculous. Yet the young man’s composure never wavered. He spoke with complete confidence: no arrogance, no hesitation, simply certainty.
"...Please wait a moment."
She picked up the internal communication device.
"Executive Office?"
"Yes..."
"There is... someone requesting an audience with the Guild Master."
A pause. She hesitated before continuing.
"He claims— No, he wishes to purchase the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower."
Several seconds passed, then another, and her expression gradually changed.
"...Understood."
She slowly lowered the receiver and looked toward Dan once more.
"The Guild Master has agreed to meet you."
Even she looked surprised.
"I’ll arrange an escort immediately."
Moments later, a sharply dressed executive secretary approached.
"This way, please."
Dan nodded, and together they entered a private elevator inaccessible to ordinary visitors. The doors quietly slid shut as soft music played and the elevator ascended. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. The numbers continued climbing until it reached sixty..
Ding.
The elevator doors slowly opened. Beyond them stretched an elegant corridor lined with polished marble, expensive artwork, and imposing double doors leading deeper into the executive floor. Dan calmly stepped forward.
