In short, it was amazing. The tower built by Eat Spicy Jokbal became a new landmark of Reinhardt. 

Peak Sword clicked his tongue when he witnessed the endless procession of people. “They seem to be coming from all over the continent. It is a reaction beyond imagination. If outsiders want to use the tower, then don’t they have to sign a one-sided contract with Eat Spicy Jokbal?” 

“It is similar to any other dungeon. Some of the experience and rewards obtained from entering the tower will be handed over to Eat Spicy Jokbal.” 

“Are there still people?” 

“Of course.” 

The tower got stronger as a person went up, so the biggest strength was that it was good to use when stuck. If they leveled up, then the experience obtained from existing hunting grounds would decrease significantly. If they didn’t have enough specs to use the higher hunting grounds, then they could visit the tower and significantly speed up their growth rate. It wasn’t a loss even if they had to give a few percent as compensation to Eat Spicy Jokbal. Additionally, the proportion of compensation transferred by individuals decreased significantly as the number of users of the tower increased. 

“I think I should live life like Jokbal.” 

If he built a few dungeons, he could put his hands behind his back and experience and money would roll in on their own... 

It was truly the dignity of a building owner. 

It happened as Peak Sword felt his stomach cramp with envy and frowned... 

“It isn’t that much. If...