Reincarnator
< 68. Transcendent Star (1) >
Tiamet narrows her gaze as she looks at the raging citizens.
'These are · · · ·.'
No matter how successful citizens are at renovating and embracing some of the energy of the Dragon veins, the devastating power is not something humans can stand up to.
But things are different now.
'What a nuisance. Does this game enhance your ability to sense?'
"Son of a bitch! Come down!"
Kuaaak!
He looks annoyed at the citizens who come up on the roof and give themselves to them.
Reformers, including themselves, are set to prevent citizens from attacking unless they intend to violate the main rules or allow a first-class citizen to do so.
That's why burnt bastards come out so arrogant.
Moreover, since they are horses citizens and have been diligently refined and adapted to the power of the Dragon vein, they can be crushed lightly.
Just the fact that you jumped up to this roof.
The bastards jumped up and down, blatantly bluffing at Tiamet.
"Son of a bitch. You're him, aren't you? Half my friends were toast back then."
"Hey! Try it like that."
Rrrrgh!
"Yeah, man! You should at least put on some eggs."
"Kuhahaha!"
Explicit attacks on the breeding species are a violation of regulations, so they can't strike directly.
But I can argue with you as much as I want.
The first-class citizens were also frustrated and uncomfortable.
However, his ruthless appearance at the time when he was suppressed must have remained clear in his memory. How dare he go to such great lengths without fear.
'The game · · ·. You're making me lose my mind. Maybe the game and reality don't quite distinguish.'
Tiamet grinds her teeth watching the bastards throwing eggs at her.
I was annoyed by the fact that I was humiliated by things that would die if I robbed my hands.
What bothers me more is that I can't fight back against them once.
Kieing.
The chipset on the back of your neck is completely blocking Tiamet's breakthrough.
As if not to bite a citizen, as if he had a dog on a leash.
'Yeah, I'm a son of a bitch.' '
Cadduk.
Every time Tiamet goes there, the chipset behind her neck emits an electrical signal.
To suppress the furious Tiamet.
Then.
"Everyone, calm down."
Phew.
A man steps down from a transport beacon far away, shouting loudly to calm people down.
You can tell how important a man is by just looking at the escorts surrounding him.
Ten men who look just like Tiamet.
Like the MSL series, there is only one man in this vast city of Obelisk who can carry fewer than 100 TMT series with him.
"Nepalem..."
"Nepalese. No · · · ·."
The moment Nepalese appeared.
Those who were angry at Tiamet withdrew hesitantly.
The TMT series was developed in Nepal.
In a way, they are like children to Nepalm, and it is not easy to throw eggs at their children in front of the Father.
Moreover, if the father is a respectful and respectful figure in the city.
"Hmmm..."
When people look at Nepalem with an awkward look on their face.
Nepalem gestures toward all sides with a clear look.
"Come on, everybody, calm down. Go get warmed up. Just because the capsule is comfortable doesn't make it any more comfortable than this beautiful nature."
Nevertheless, Nepalems pointed to underground gardens that were controlled by spirits, and people left in mourning at the words of Nepalems.
I was uncomfortable just standing here in this situation.
Tiamet also looked at the impending Nepalese with a look of awkwardness.
He really treated the majority of humans like bugs, except for the two of them.
One is the purpose of his descent here, Astania.
And one is Nepalese.
Do I admire this man? '
Tiamet snorts, but in case you haven't noticed.
Since she was only six months old, she was still not good at understanding and managing emotions.
He also came down here to learn more about the mystery of something that is rising from the corner of his heart.
The moment I thought about it.
'... I guess he left?'
The moment Tiamet wandered around trying to look around.
Su-wook!
Something pops out of his face.
"Looking for someone?"
Hmph.
The man who suddenly put his face in front of him, Tiamet, staring at Nepalem.
Nepalem laughs as he looks at Tiamet like that.
Raises one hologram window.
The details of a woman with quite attractive appearance floated within her.
"Is it her?"
"..."
Tiamet stares at Nepalem with a slight narrow glance, and Nepalem looks at it with a very satisfied look.
"I knew you were special."
At that point, Tiamet stood next to Nepalem and looked at the TV series staring at him with a face similar to his own.
There are so many things just like you that are special.
All I could hear was teasing.
Nepalim shakes his head.
"Don't make that face. You're so special. We · · · ·. I think we can help each other a lot. Would you like to come with me?"
"..."
In the words of Nepalem, Tiamet narrows her eyes.
................................
I was attacked in the back of my neck by civilians during a riot.
Of course, it would be unlikely, but it was basically under control, not in combat mode.
There was a woman who saved her life before being trampled and torn by angry citizens.
<... damn it. I really don't like it. I'm saving you, you son of a bitch. >
< Why? >
In the throbbing situation, Tiamet asked with a curious expression.
From their point of view, they're not more or less likely to kill themselves.
Moreover, if you save yourself, you are 100% likely to be used to press down on them after recovering.
Her behavior is completely unreasonable.
The question was answered by a woman, Astania, spitting blood in her mouth.
< You're not being ordered to do anything. You must feel worse than we do. >
They fought for freedom.
But these guys didn't have the right to be free in the first place.
Just listen to my orders and fight for the first-class citizens.
All this civil unrest is first-class, and blood is only shed below.
And Astania didn't really like it.
Dammit, if you know how we feel, you can't push us this far · ·. No, what do you want? Me. >
Astania smiles in relief, not in words.
Combat modifiers are initially much more emotionally castrated than manageable modifiers such as the MSL series.
Unlike management, emotions are really unnecessary in combat and slaughter.
Normally, it would be better, but once in combat mode, the indestructible chipset embedded in the backside of combat breeds will wipe out all of the breed's emotions in an instant.
I don't know how this is going to end... but I'll see you smile when it's over. >
Astania went out to protest again after she finished speaking.
<... >
Tiamet gazes at Astania with a peculiar glance, giving her a sore back.
......................
"There was a huge commotion back then. But it was a good thing there weren't too many casualties. It's all thanks to you TMT guys."
Nepalems frowned and laughed.
The damage is greater than when two groups of similar levels collide.
The first-class citizens who saw things escalate eventually lifted the limitations of the TMT series, and the overwhelming power that had been demonstrated since then gave up the rebellion as it was.
'You were more excited than I expected.'
Tiamet glances at the mumbling Nepalems in excitement and asks.
"What business do you have?"
Basically, all the breeding species are devoted to human existence.
In fact, Tiamet seemed to be able to say a half-word for some reason, but he used honor because it was so awkward for this human.
'... the one who made me.'
After trying so hard to convince her of her uncertainty, Tiamet tried to understand what was going on.
Basically, there was no reason for Nepalems to be so one-on-one with themselves.
Although he is less than 100 breeding species in this giant city, his opponent was unique among the seven billion people.
The weight is nothing compared to the weight.
'Plus, in his own personal space...' '... set up the entire TMT series outside.' '
A penthouse on the top floor overlooking the city's nightlife, neatly arranged.
This is an uncharted place where the academy has never even set foot.
Perfect personal space where no surveillance devices work.
Chorrr.
At that point, Nepalem, who followed two cups of tea in a teapot, looked at Tiamet, smiled and opened his mouth.
"I just wanted to talk to you alone. How's love, by the way? Oh, that's not enough."
It was Tiamet who was more embarrassed than anyone else.
"Love"? '
Tiamet, who was momentarily embarrassed, snorts.
Love.
"The obligation to bear a joke is not on the TMT series like mine. Let's find another one."
The Nepalese laughed.
"What are you talking about? When you get down to the basement, you won't say you didn't know what to say to the civilians. You didn't come down here to see that, did you? You have an epilepsy. Here."
The Nepalese beat their chests.
Seeing Nepalems like that, Tiamet tightened his eyebrows.
"Is that what I said was special?"
Let's say you feel something for a citizen.
That doesn't make it any special reason.
When it comes to combat, the breeders usually have a certain degree of human rights and freedoms, and they're also designed to feel emotions.
It is possible for them to feel emotions if they are in a special situation, and if they are in everyday mode.
Other TMT series are just clumsy because they don't feel the need to.
They were born to fight, and when they enter the battle, and when they are commanded to use the chipset, everything disappears like a bubble.
The Nepalese smile deeply.
"That's not why I said it was special. Another reason."
"...?"
Around this time, I was also curious about Tiamet.
What difference does it make to you that this great scientist, Nepalem, cares so much about you?
One moment Tiamet was about to open his mouth to ask.
[TMT-17. Here are the new command materials for this plan. I'll transmit. Open the channel.]
"..."
Tiamet narrows her gaze to Akamel's message to her chipset.
.......................
Cough.
Kuoooo.
Towards Medusala, which stabilized the Medusala system.
[MSL-17. Here are the new command materials for this plan. I'll transmit. Open the channel.]
"...?"
Methuselah looks surprised at the sudden transmission from Akamel.
I don't know what I know about this plan.
'Plus · · ·. It's not just me.'
Planned data was being sent to them, not only to MSL series, but also to all variants.
Methuselah begins to read the data with a curious expression.
In secret, what kind of data needs to be transmitted urgently.
Soon.
Farr.
< Wow, these guys are really crazy. >
The edges of Methuselah's eyes tremble, and a voice pops out of my head that says it's absurd.
"... abandoning all third-class citizens? Over 200 million people?" "
It's not just thrown away.
If we stick to this plan... there's a 100% chance of everyone else dying.
In thinking about the topic of the new plan, Methuselah vomited an embarrassing voice.
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