Record of a Thousand Lives

Noon today.

The mysterious phenomenon of people falling into a strange world happened again.

It was 372 times already.

Whether the dimensional flow was strange, all of these relocates were Korean.

In addition, when everyone was summoned, a unique-looking terminal was placed on their wrists.

This was the initial message from the handset.

You must kill the Magpie before you can go back to reality.

No one knew what the emperor was or what he was.

However, the same objectives were set for those who were transferred.

Leveling up, choosing a strong class, defeating the future of magic and returning to reality.

But the new world did not welcome them.

From day one, the bull's head and the monster Minotaur with the giant Warhammer appeared and slaughtered people.

Many died, and those who survived were scattered.

“What is this place? ”

“Why are we being dragged into this? Damn it.”

Survivors sit in a corner of the Wasteland with a serious look.

There were close to 20 of them, but so far, tens of thousands of them have been transferred to this world.

It was Black Night.

“Let's just get this over with. ”

The middle-aged man sitting in front of the unavailable calms down the noisy group.

“I am Hwang Yong-ho. I'm thankful that everyone followed me. I'd love to give you a full name, but I think the first thing we should do is unravel the unbelievable experience we've had. ”

Yellow Dragon was a middle-aged man as big and bearded as a bear. He was the oldest of the relatively young.

“It happened this afternoon. As soon as I got here, I started scouting the surrounding area with a team member. It was full of dense forests and new plants. Gosh, it was a place I didn't think would ever exist in Korea. ”

The men accompanying Hwang Yong Ho nodded.

He spoke slowly.

“We kept going up the mountain. to find food, to get to the top, to figure out geography. And then I saw an unbelievable scene. ”

Suddenly, people began to focus on the words of Hwang Yong-ho.

Hwang Yong-ho said in a low and discreet manner as if to tell a secret story.

“He was probably one of us. He climbed a mountain on his own to see if a man was looking for food. And just as we were about to ask him to cooperate, a big, nasty...... Orc popped out of the bush. ”

“Orcs? The one with fangs on green skin? ”

The man in the glasses looks surprised.

Others were the same.

Hwang Yong-ho, on the other hand, nodded earnestly.

“That's right. That Orc. He was big and bitter enough to think he couldn't stand up to the five of us." He was holding a big club, and he beat him with it. A man with a broken forehead fell helplessly. Orcs turned into meat, and they carved it up and ate it. ”

Cold sweat dripped down people's foreheads and backs.

There are such monsters in the mountains.

This place was a truly vicious lawless zone.

And an orc.

Perhaps this was a medieval fantasy that existed in a fantasy.

“It wasn't just that. ”

What else do you mean?

People looked at Hwang Yong-ho with a look of curiosity and concern.

Hwang Yong-ho, sitting in front of the campfire, was more anticipated than any storyteller at this moment.

Hwang Yong-ho tapped the terminal on the left wrist.

“You all know there's a special system on this terminal that we're filled with. ”

People nod.

Those who were transferred to this world were each given a unique utility tool.

It was a mild poisoning knife, or a piece of equipment with pointed spines.

When I equipped or held the tool, the handset reminded me of its performance.

Touching the handset's screen provided useful information such as acquisition stats, dates, and geography.

The handset did not break or break even when it hit or rolled hard.

In addition, the terminal could not be removed unless the wrist was cut.

The terminal was a must for those who came to a strange world. It was a sign that they were foreigners.

“You know, killing life gives us experience and growth. I don't know how yet, but I think I can make a career out of it. But the problem is that this applies to ‘monsters’ like Orcs. ”

At that moment, some faces turned pale. Someone asked urgently.

“What are you talking about? How can this system be applied to monsters? We were not the only ones given abilities? ”

“I'm afraid so. As soon as the orcs killed people, we remembered a vivid text on our handset. The Wandering Orc Ashram's level has increased." It meant that the level had gone up. ”

Apart from the tone of the tomb's Yellow Dragon Lake, people looked desperate.

Monsters can hunt and level up.

There was a clear distinction between what was in reality and what was in this world.

It meant that the players themselves had become the prey of monsters.

A woman wept and asked, not overcoming despair.

“So…… what should we do? ”

“It's simple, we can level up. We just have to be strong enough that no one can kill us. ”

“But how? We're weak. Even if we go up the back mountain, there are ferocious Orcs.People like us will be hunted before they do anything. ”

Hwang Yong-ho smiled as a man spoke powerlessly.

Even in this situation, people felt jealous of him who made a relaxed smile.

However, the smile had a strangely cruel angle.

“Then we'll stop hunting for the weak." ”

“Yes?”

“If the monsters are too strong, why not just kill them and level them up?" ”

A moment of silence passed.

Someone asked.

“Are you trying to kill me? ”

“It's the most efficient way to survive here. ”

People only looked at each other, and no one answered Moore.

Surprisingly, no one carried a conscience.

They also saw people being killed by monsters. I didn't want to be like that either.

Expecting this, Hwang Yong-ho picked out and brought in drugged bastards.

Just that no one opposes Hwang Yong-ho's opinion now, you can see how great his eyes are.

The man who used to swallow the drought took courage and asked.

“So…… how do I kill someone? ”

“First, let's catch the dawn. And you have to stay away from the herd. When we hunt, we tie our mouths and bodies to find out how much experience is distributed, and then we slash as many people as we can. The equipment and loot held by the prey is the work of the greatest builder. ”

Even though it was brief, Hwang Yong-ho set the rules.

People were a little relieved by it.

For the first time, there is a goal.

A slightly excited woman asked.

“Who should I target? ”

“Actually, someone has already seen it. ”

Hwang Yong-ho pointed to a small wooden condition on the other side.

It was an old, dusty workshop.

A thin light flows out from the inside to see if anyone is there.

“I heard something breaking, and I saw a man in that workshop alone. He didn't look so vigilant, and he was looking at life as if it were his own. How about that guy for the first hunt? ”

They nod in sympathy.

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