[Tower Climber Support Gallery]

Title: Today’s Newly Awakened Female Trait LOL

Content: (A .gif of Lee Dohee’s status window capture)

​

Comments:

• How is a person’s trait literally Onahole? LOL

• WAAHAHAHAHAHA

• What’s that Mana Pool thing?
  └ What else? Her tits, duh LOL

└ Gotta be that big so the baby doesn’t starve

• Is this real? This has to be edited LOL

• Damn, she’s too fine to die on floor one LOL

• But seriously, isn’t that actually a busted trait?

└ The Agility minus is a bit of a red flag, but I’ve never seen traits with percent boosts that huge

└ Stat-wise, it’s insane… though it does make you feel a little dirty LOL

└ If it were me, I’d already be on my way to Han River LOL

​

And that wasn’t the only place.

The moment her stream started, viewers began hopping around to every major forum, spreading word that “she’s literally an Onahole”.

• Isn’t that defamation or something?

└ What’s wrong with calling an Onahole an Onahole?

└ Fact: It’s not.

As mentions of her exploded across game communities and streaming forums alike, search traffic for “Lee Dohee” skyrocketed.

Some people expressed concern, but because her trait actually is Onahole, it’s hard to argue with them—which makes the situation all the more absurd.

Thanks to that viral buzz, more people begin flooding back into Lee Dohee’s stream...

“N-not bad, right?”

• Her voice cracked LMAO

• You can see the panic on her face

• LOLLLLLLLLL

• Onahole b*tch

• Hey Onahole, what’s up

• Is it true the streamer’s an Onahole?

• Fact: Yes

• LOL

• LMAOOOOO

• Hello, Miss Onahole

• That guy who asked her to share really did a number on her

• How can a trait have that name LOL

• Currently going ham on my own Onahole at home LOL

• Is this the official Onahole stream?

The chat window she worked so hard to clean up collapses again, swarmed by trolls dragging her in from the forums.

“P-please, quiet down!!”

• LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

• lololol

• Actin' all feisty, now that’s hot

• Yo Onahole, hi again

• Fappin' to the Onahole stream rn

“W-wait! This... this is actually a good trait, okay?! It’s OP, anyone can see that!”

‘F*ck, why did I get saddled with this garbage… The chat is pure chaos, and shows no signs of calming.

Something’s wrong. Did I mess up the moderator settings? Or is the system just not flagging this stuff as harassment?’

Truth is, she did write out a mod rule to ban for serious sexual harassment and profanity.

But in her panic, she never actually hit “Apply.”

When viewers saw her write the rule live, they assumed it had been applied. So they behaved... temporarily.

“Haa… wait right there. I’ll prove it to you.”

‘I won’t let these trolling scumbags trample over me any longer.

My body may feel sluggish from that Agility -50%, but I trust my Defense—and my experience.

And looking purely at the numbers, this really is a strong trait.

Not as good as my previous life’s, but still—this is nearly jackpot-tier.’

• Wait, is she seriously going in?

• Girl, your mod settings aren’t even working;;

• Show us the tiddies before you die lol

“Ugh… Everyone be quiet and watch. I’m clearing the first floor now!”

Rather than keep getting harassed by these disgusting trolls, I’d rather just clear the floor and get out of here.

• Wow… her ass is solid too, huh? LOL

• For real lol

• Show us the tits before you go, ffs

• I wanna pound that from behind so bad

• Didn’t she say she was fixing her mod settings earlier? Bet she forgot to click apply lol

• Yeah lmao no one’s been banned so far

• Dumbass chick lol

• I seriously need to hit it from behind, wtf

• Fuck, I just came inside my Onahole

• Y’all are insane lol

​

[Tower Climber Support Gallery]

Title: What even is on the first floor that kills so many people?

Content: I heard the survival rate’s barely 50%. Is that real? What shows up that makes it so deadly?

Comments:

• Nothing really. Just dodge what’s flying at you.

└ [OP]: If that’s it, why do so many people die?

└ Cuz if you get hit, you die, dumbass;;

• There are tons of first-floor videos, just go look them up.

• Fact: Even elite academy guild trainees have a 30% death rate.

└ Yeah, statistically it looks higher because of civilian and female applicants, but if you train even just one year, the survival rate hits around 70%.

└ And even that feels low honestly...

• The first floor tests this—can you stay calm and move under extreme pain? If you can’t handle that, there’s no point climbing further. That’s why the first 10 floors are still considered a tutorial.

└ [OP]: Thanks

​

『The Tower’s Trial Begins』

With that familiar voice, my body is transported to a new space.

A straight corridor about 3 meters wide.

Feels like I’ve stepped into a massive cave, but faint light glowing from the walls gives enough visibility.

“Hoo…”

It’s started.

I’ve returned to the first floor—after fifteen years.

I’ve been here once before, but the Tower never gives the exact same trial twice.

Even if it’s the same floor, the general concept might be similar, but the difficulty and mechanics change every time.

That’s why the Tower is a place where you can never let your guard down.

Especially the lower floors—sudden, unpredictable catastrophes are common.

Step… step…

Keeping my body tense, I raise both hands to waist level and slowly walk forward.

‘Something’s going to pop out. I know it.’

• Onahole onahole onahole

• Please please

• Bro look at that thicc ass LOL

• Just open donations already

“Tch, what the hell.”

The chat window I forgot to turn off is flickering in the air to my right.

“I’ll accept donations after clearing the trial. And I’m turning off the chat ri—”

That tiny moment. The instant I wave my hand to close the chat—I forget that the trial had already started.

That split-second lapse in focus.

Thwish—!

‘Ah.’

I hear an arrow whistling from behind.

There’s no way to block it—

I try to turn, but my reaction’s late, and thanks to my -50% Agility, it’s even slower.

‘No…’

Thunk!!

“Ghk!!?”

A sharp arrowhead pierces straight through my thin pants and underwear and embeds itself deep in my anus.

The long arrow doesn’t just tear the entrance, it angles upward, shredding my rectum and puncturing deep into my intestines.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

This body is experiencing real pain for the first time.

Unlike my past life, where I had high pain resistance, this purely human body convulses as if electrocuted, vision flashing pure white.

I nearly collapse, but force myself to stay upright through sheer willpower, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Hhhgh...”

‘Why the hell did it have to go up there—’

It’s a known rule of the first floor that the opening projectile always hits you.

The standard strategy is to let it hit your arm or shoulder and brace for it.

But having it come from behind and impale your ass?

I’ve never heard of that before.

Every attempt to move sends pain radiating from the arrow buried deep in my gut, leaving me paralyzed.

But the trial has only just begun.

Through narrowed vision, I see more arrows incoming.

“AAARGH!!”

Gritting through the gut-wrenching pain, I duck my upper body to the lower right, dodging.

The next arrow comes flying immediately.

Thunk!

This time, I raise my left arm and force it to take the hit.

“Ghhk!”

The arrow quivers in my arm.

Then another.

And another.

They keep coming, nearly one every second—I dodge them with minimal movement, and when I can’t, I take the hit in a non-lethal spot, protecting my head and heart.

The first-floor trial lasts three minutes.

But less than 20 seconds in, I’m already covered in blood, arrows dangling from every limb.

Thunk, thunk, thunk!

“Gkkh, gghhk!!! Agh!!”

[Time Remaining: 2 minutes 35 seconds]

‘Ugh…’

Thighs, calves, forearms, shoulders—

And of course, the arrow still embedded deep in my rectum.

My whole body pulses with pain, every part throbbing like a resonating gong.

For a moment, I feel like letting go—just blacking out.

‘Can I… even survive this?’

Like the blood pouring from my body, my courage and resolve drain away.

​

[Tower Climber Support Gallery]

Title: F*ck, a rookie girl’s dying on floor one…

Content: Like, a girl’s giving it a shot and this is the difficulty?
Are the Tower managers insane?

It was too painful to keep watching—I had to leave.

When it was guys dying, I just felt kinda bad.
But watching a pretty girl get wrecked live like that made my hands and feet shake, holy sh*t.

Comments:

• Same… I left mid-stream because it was too rough.

• For real, maybe if it was a normal trial she could’ve cleared it?

• How the hell did an arrow end up in her ass? I thought the first floor was just about dodging falling rocks?

• Honestly, she’s lucky she’s still alive lol

└ OP: She’s still going?

└ Yeah

└ OP: How??

└ She had that +100% Defense trait. She’s just tanking everything with her forearms and brute force.

• It really hits different—this is just too brutal.

• No joke, she got hit with god-tier difficulty. What the hell;;

• Who cares if some thot dies trying to act tough?

└ You’re not human…

• Let’s be real: Even elite units train for years before entering and still only hit 70% survival rates. No training, just a random civilian girl? I expected her to die right away.

└ But she’s still hanging on?

└ ??????

• What the hell is happening lol

​

“Augh!”

I raise my arms to protect my heart.

Swoosh—!

Arrows fly at my head. I try to predict their paths and dodge.

Even though a few graze my cheek and ear, drawing blood—as long as I don’t die, it’s fine.

‘Just hold on…’

Blood drips and pools at my feet.

Thud!

“Gghk!”

I ignore the ones aimed at my legs.

Any sudden move could tear through the arrow embedded in my gut. The fear of my intestines ripping apart keeps me frozen.

[Time Remaining: 1 minute 30 seconds]

Halfway through.

Now the arrows start coming in pairs.

‘F*ck…’

Just when I was starting to adapt, the difficulty spikes.

‘Why the hell is it me…’

I knew the Tower had random difficulty variance within its themes, but this is just absurd.

They’re aiming for the legs and the head.

‘Doesn’t change what I have to do.’

Thunk.

Same as before—I let the arrow hit my leg and tilt my head to dodge.

‘Is it the Defense stat?’

Normally, I’d be in pieces by now. But somehow the arrows aren’t penetrating too deep.

If it weren’t for that damn arrow in my ass, this trial would’ve been a breeze.

Whizz!

Two arrows every second now.

“Grrkh, agh!!”

Screaming, I lift my porcupine-like arms to guard my vitals.

‘Hold!’

But shielding with arms isn’t always viable.

You can’t cover every angle and your arms could tear or break.

Thankfully, thanks to the high Defense, I’m still standing—but I can feel the strength draining from them.

‘Just a bit more…’

Whish! Whish!

‘Chest. Stomach.’

For a normal person, tracking arrows from hundreds of meters away is impossible.

But while I may have a different body now, my experience hasn’t gone anywhere.

Predicting the trajectory of incoming arrows is trivial for me.

“GAAAAAAAH!!!”

I force my wrecked arm upward to block—

‘Huh?’

Sometimes, even if you see it coming, you just can’t react.

My arm won’t move.

Some nerve or tendon must’ve snapped.

Thunk!!

I block the stomach shot—but then,

Thwuck!!!

“Ghhrrrrrrrk!!!”

An arrow pierces straight through my breast.

But miraculously, maybe due to my Defense, or the sheer padding of my oversized chest, it doesn’t reach my heart.

‘This can’t go on…’

[Time Remaining: 38 seconds]

The pain is one thing, but now I can’t use my upper body to block.

And if I recklessly move my torso, that gut-shot arrow might cause fatal internal damage.

It’s already bad—any more strain and I might just drop dead on my feet.

“F*ck it, I don’t care anymore!”

I drop sideways into the pool of blood soaking the floor.

Then curl my body like a shrimp and crane my neck upward.

“Grrrrgh… Bring it on, you bastards!!!”

Now I don’t have to lift my arms.

As long as I can predict the trajectory, I can minimize movement and keep blocking.

Thunk! Thunk!

“GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Of course, the downside is that I take every single hit.

But better arrows in my already shredded limbs than death.

And weirdly, the arrows already embedded in me are helping block some of the new ones.

Though sometimes they just get driven in deeper.

The tearing pain in my flesh is unbearable—but there’s no choice.

I have to power through.

‘If it just keeps going like this…’

[Time Remaining: 10 seconds]

‘Huh?’

Just when I think it’s almost over—

Hundreds of arrows fill the air, blanketing the entire space in a final barrage.

“Goddamnit!”