Reincarnator

One of the two clans that licked the ant, Himura was troubled one day.

<... There's no such thing as a hangover. >

Their clan, the ant licking, was not naturally as strong as the other giant clans.

No matter how fast you and Michael Dawson ran, the limits were clear.

They say they fly long enough, but the other giant clans were created by more and more flying creatures.

It was hard to endure their talent and wealth.

The reason why such ants licked their shoulders and grew so big was because they and the Ant-Litter Clan held a cause on their backs.

The elements that interfered with the game, in the name of killing the bug player, took advantage of the crash and tried to expand the metallurgical force in this way.

It appears to kill anyone, but it contains those who must die.

When necessary, he drives the necessary into the bug player and kills them.

Even if you reward me later, if you win and take advantage of the power struggle at the time, and if you are accredited by kingdoms or empires, it is not easy to drive out the hardened forces.

In other words, bug-hunting is a job that the Ant Lick Clan likes, hates, but has to be consistent.

Michael Dawson only insisted on reducing the proportion, but he didn't insist on getting rid of it completely.

If you do, you won't be able to win the war against the other clans.

But we have a problem.

I don't know what's going on, but the more I go, the more I find buggers, the more I get to pick up the stars.

Even if you try to kill an ordinary player, the ones who are not bug players will eventually be discovered.

There must be a certain number of bug players around in order to keep the hunting party in line with that ratio and to induce a collision, which will shake the foundation.

No, this will give Michael Dawson a boost inside the clan.

So far, Himura has made a decision along with his nemesis chief and deputy commander, Sharon Stiller and Olson, who had been overwhelmed at the time.

< Perhaps it is time to follow the wisdom of our ancestors. >

<... What are you talking about? >

In Olson's words, Himura chuckles.

< So did our ancestors. Hunting and hunting... You grew livestock and you built farms. >

< Huh... >

From then on, there will be four angels.

That was when the Great Maze opened and the value of the battlefield began to rise.

At the same time, I sent a man named Himura who decided to catch two rabbits to cut off the legs of a captive bug player and let him live.

Then I opened my mouth.

< From now on, there is only one thing for you to do. Taking care of the buggers who came here so they wouldn't have to hide anywhere else. And we bring as many as we want a year. >

The plan was simple.

They let the hard-to-find ones hear the rumors on their feet and gather in the Great Maze.

And releasing the cause consistently enough to keep the hunting party going.

It is a common gain.

You can level up your hunting party faster than you can search and capture and kill each other.

When there is conflict around the hot area of the Great Maze and the War Fortress, there is a reason to carry your back and benefit from the expansion of your power.

The man whose leg was cut off said, sharpening his teeth.

< Crazy sound…. You think I'd do something like that? >

Common sense was too harsh for a fellow bug player.

Behavior was like that of NPCs that were completely extinct.

But Himura passed it on without a hitch.

I don't know why, but it didn't seem to matter.

Rather, I had more fun watching their agonizing faces.

Well, it's a virtual reality game, and it could have this kind of side effect. '

Himura chuckles.

< It's not a losing business for you too. If we split up, you're all gonna have to delete your accounts. Wouldn't you rather die 10 percent a year than all of us? >

If you kill everything out loud, they'll notice, too, so you control that ratio.

To the extent that they can be hunted and raised.

And this contract is for no one to know.

We don't want rumors to spread among them.

Some of the guys who lived in the ant cave were just walking around outside under the watchman's name, and the only ones around there were lucky enough to find them and catch them and kill them.

Himura added one last thing to think about.

< Or just end it here. All your friends, Cass. You, too, Cass. We'll find someone else to sit with. But.... don't you think you should do it? >

.................

Camille frowned on the memory of 3 years ago.

About 10 percent a year.

I've lived here for about three years.

30% died in 3 years, but 70% of the growth is enough to live on.

That's why we decided to take over the anthill.

But seeing them coming, it doesn't look like that's the end of it.

Camille looked at Olson and said,

"You guys. What are you doing? Come out.... Himura is...."

Olson killed him.

"Oh, you have a contract? I was. I used to be."

"... but?"

Camille made an impression.

This is like cutting a goose's belly that lays a golden egg even for Himura.

Ten percent means you'll have 10 years to pull the whole thing out, and that's even better in terms of stability.

Olson shrugs.

"Oh, I don't know. I can't believe you decided to go up there."

Seeing Olson's attitude, Camille muttered with a firm expression.

'I don't think so.'

I doubt it, but these men intend to kill all of them.

Camille takes out the final hand.

"Are you okay with me blowing up all your visa money?"

At that time.

At first, Camille refused the terms.

Horse survival is 10%, and as soon as Himura decides, everyone in the anthill is exterminated.

At that time, Camille was furious and offered other conditions.

< If you're really going to keep your promise.... You can accept my terms. >

There was only one thing I walked on on that condition.

Present yourself as a guarantor of enormous clan-management funds invested in the Kingdom of Kale, the master of a war fortress.

If you disagree, you will not be able to recover the funding.

Unexpectedly, Himura accepted the offer quite simply.

In fact, even if the contract was made, it may have been because it was clear who A and E were.

Camille grips her teeth thinking of Einzell.

'... sorry. There were no more prophecies, actually.'

How can we defeat these wicked people in the words of a prophet?

He lied because he would not have run away if he did not just do this, and because he didn't want anyone to listen.

And this is the last hand he believed in.

Contract.

The only defeat a traitor can inflict in the position of a traveler.

A kingdom cannot lick an ant clan with its own power.

If they do, they can't hurt themselves carelessly.

I took out the last hand I believed in, but Camille looked scared.

Olson's mouth was on its way up.

'No. Even if it's the Ant Lick Clan... I can't give up all that money.'

You need your consent to find the amount.

Camille opened her mouth looking at Olson, swallowing the feeling of anxiety that had been sleeping in a dark place in her heart.

"Go back. We will once again call you to the Maze." If the harvest is insufficient... I'll try harder. If one more person dies, I'll just kill myself here.... "

"Oh, you don't have to."

Quadruck.

"Knng..."

Seeing the blade piercing his stomach at once, Camille looks unbelievable.

It was completely unexpected.

"Crazy…. I will give up all that money...."

Olson smiled bitterly at the words of Camille.

There's no way you can give up that amount.

That's not the amount.

It's just that things have changed a little.

"Uh-huh. I'm stuck in a dungeon so I can see how the world works." "

Boss.

"Ugh..."

As Olson looks at the dagger in his stomach, Camille groans.

Seeing that camellia oil, Olson snapped and spit it out.

"This is really going to change a lot. Well, you can tell your friends later."

Kieing!

The moment Olson tries to trigger the Spirit Stone of the Gauntlet with the dagger, Blue Earth.

Glug glug!

Something pops out as the air cracks.

"Wh...?"

Before Olson reacts.

Huff!

Camille, who was holding a dagger in her stomach, is snatched from the air.

"This damn rat...."

Olson, who was cautious, notices the situation and activates the blue earth.

Blah, blah!

Suddenly, all around the Gauntlet began to freeze.

Right before the whole thing froze with Camille and the guy with the dagger pierced through their belly.

Phew!

The man who came out of the air with the black energy grabbed Camille and ran back into the space he had protruded from.

Soon.

Blah, blah, blah!

In front of Olson, an entire void froze and formed a seemingly frozen mass of ice.

But there was no sign of them anywhere inside.

Olson looks at it and sharpens his teeth, but then he unravels.

Running away doesn't change anything.

Olson looks around and shouts.

"We're on schedule. Follow me."

Soon.

Papa Papa Pa Pa!

The labyrinth, when the red tide and gold tide are about to burst through the darkness.

In the darkness, you hear voices behind them.

"Wait. I'll go with you."

"Ugh?"

You sound a little tired.

But that was not the problem.

The protagonist of the voice shouldn't be here.

Olson looks back and opens his mouth, puzzled by an unexpected voice.

"... What the heck? We got this. Why are you here after that blacklist...?"

Ten red tides, including Sharon Steeler, frowned.

.........................................

"Huff... puff. Khh..."

Ivanov, who escaped with his black oil, sighs while looking at his right arm, frozen in one piece.

They say they can move space at once, but that doesn't mean they're invincible.

Camille looked at Ivanov like that and looked around, feeling cold for some reason.

A giant space that doesn't fit into a labyrinth close to the maze.

Thousands of unknown crosses, erected in such spaces.

'Here….'

When Camille was embarrassed to see a suspicious place.

Travelers gathering between giant crosses over 10 metres in size looked at Camille.

With eyes that have complex minds.

Then Einzell, who was standing in front of the skull, opened his mouth, looking at Camille with a expressionless face.

"Found it."

A wand that's been pressing Demihumans for centuries.

'This is what the prophecy says....'

When Camille looks around dazed, forgetting the pain she feels in her abdomen for a moment.

You hear voices coming from the entrance to this place, far away.

"You've arrived."

"...!"

Already?

Camille looks embarrassed to see the steps coming in from afar.

Even if I have followed the trail, it's too soon.

They're not stupid.

They must have dispatched troops that they thought would suit Hansoo, but they arrived at the Seal at the same speed as they did.

'By what means...'

Camille looked curious.

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