So, he allowed anyone in for a whopping fee of 10,000 Ker Gems.

His customers were usually peak Warriors who hoped that learning a high-level technique which they would only be able to access when they reached the Champion level(which was whom this archives room was meant for) might help them in some way to either advance or fight better.

Mostly, his constant customers were those who were stuck at the peak Warrior level, looking for any and all ways to find a chance to make themselves break through.

All in all, it sounded legit in many ways, and even though it would be strange for someone as weak as him to spend everything to access the library, weirder things happened every day.

As for finding out Ashah.e.l.l's plans, Daneel had a plan for that too: infiltrate the tower first, and try to find a way to uncover what he was doing.

All in all, he needed 10,000 Ker Gems, which was no small number.

This scam had been wildly successful, with more gains than he would ever have expected. However, he only had around 700 Ker Gems now.

"Pfft. Only."

Hearing himself use that word to describe that many Ker Gems, he could only chuckle with resignation, as a change in the living atmosphere really did bring a great change in one's worldview.

"No. We should do this now, before someone else thinks of it. Come on, where's your spirit? If we delay, who knows whether someone else will get the same or a similar idea and ends up eating our revenue…"

As Daneel's sentence trailed off, the 4 looked at him with wide open eyes.

He was right! They couldn't delay if it was that kind of idea!

So, putting on ingratiating expressions on their faces, they said as one, "We are at your command! Shameless sect, arise!"

…..

The next morning, Percy had just returned to his dorm after spending 2 days in the medical ward of the Sect.

He still had pain all over his body and his face had a haggard look, but he had insisted on leaving and taking bed rest instead of being in the sick bay.

The problem with the sick bay was that there were just too many people who kept coming up to him to ask questions.

He had always hated others snooping into his business, so this riled him up enough to decide to go home.

His 'house' was on the top floor of the second dormitory, as he was the one right now with the most chance of breaking through to become a Champion.

All he wanted to do was sleep, so that he could rest and get back on his feet as quickly as possible. After all, he still had that task he had to accomplish for his master.

So, imagining himself being wors.h.i.+pped by millions of people, he closed his eyes with a smile.

BZZZZZ

A weird buzzing noise woke him up, making him look around with a puzzled expression before falling back asleep.

It had stopped when he opened his eyes, but when he closed them again, it resumed.

Once again getting up, Percy activated his elementary vision this time, ready to catch the culprit in case they were foolish enough to prank him again like this.

However, a few seconds later, after he dozed off once again, that same BZZZZ sound woke him up, this time seeming like it had grown in intensity.

Again he went out to check, and again, this time, he found absolutely nothing.

Thinking that it must be some low-level insect which couldn't be found, he went back to what he was doing.

This continued for a day, before a select few in the dormitory opened their eyes with huge bags underneath them.

One such victim happened to be the one inhabiting the floor right below Percy, so he quickly walked up to him and asked whether he was experiencing the same things as me.

However, finding out that the timings of hearing the noise and a few others were different, he kept quiet.

The meeting was to discuss what to do about this menace, as this place was something run by the sect.

After a discussion, it was decided that a peak Warrior level guard will be posted for an entire night.

Hoping that it would make a difference and having a nagging feeling that it would not, Percy went back to his room and hesitantly tried to sleep once again.

Yet, sadly, the buzzing was there to welcome.

It didn't leave no matter what he did: stuffing his ears, begging, threatening-nothing was effective.

He went and complained to the Sect, who a.s.signed someone else, but they had the same report.

All in all, this turned out to be the gossip of the sect.

What was causing this?

How did it choose its targets?

How was one supposed to make it stop?

All kinds of 'solutions' popped up, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, 2 days later, when it looked like all those affected might die at any point due to lack of rest, someone looked at them with a gleam in his eyes.

This blond-haired kid smirked to himself before saying to the room he was in, "Watch and learn, boys. Watch and learn. Remember, be sure to cover your ident.i.ty when you set up the stage. Go."

….

Back at the top of the tower, Ashah.e.l.l was standing while holding a data trinket in his hand.

In it, detailed information about the King of Lanthanor's last seen action, which was the grand announcement to the people, was written.

After that, it was reported that there were many eyewitnesses who had seen the King of Lanthanor enter his Chambers and stay there, as teleportation was impossible in the Palace.

The King of Lanthanor could only at most be an Amateur Warrior. So, Ashah.e.l.l believed this report as no one at that level would be able to master the teleportation of the Palace completely in order to be able to teleport out.

While he flicked through the data, his usually deadpan expression was replaced by one of excitement, as if he had a great deal of interest in what he was doing, or what he was going to do.

As many possibilities surged through his mind, he finally selected one before saying to himself, "King of Lanthanor, it's high time you know who I am."