After traveling to the "Hundred Towers", a tower that uses points to create class and even pain has a clear price tag, I became the poorest person at the bottom.
And my initial skill is the cursed S-level [Pain Sense] - I can sense, absorb, and even trade all the pain in this tower, whether it is flesh and blood trauma or rotten scars in memory.
Unfortunately, from the moment I woke up, I became the most eye-catching "prey" in the system announcements in the entire tower.
The gaze cast from the top of the tower is mixed with greed, desire and desire for destruction. Some people want to possess my abilities, some want to eliminate my existence, and some people mortgage their deepest secrets and weaknesses in my perception.
When the dignitaries of this high tower were accustomed to putting a clear price tag on the perception I had, when acceptance and transaction became my daily rules of survival, I decided to tear off all pretense.
This time, it's my turn to redefine the taste of "value" for this tower that swallows pain.
