Reincarnator

District 4.

Students who graduated from school.

A cruel world for the first time.

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

Cough.

"Hm. He destroyed a war fort?"

The civilian ship that was going to gnaw its teeth at the ground! He took a deep breath and said,

"Yes. It was all smashed up... The horns are scattered."

Tons of tourists have been constantly coming up the elevator from District 3.

Most of them were new travelers who had just come to the Abyss, and the first thing they saw was a completely different landscape.

< Er…. This place is a little desolate. >

<... even if I heard the story. >

I heard stories.

It's gonna be more dangerous upstairs than ever.

However, travelers took the warning of the three rulers of each zone rather lightly.

They were already three dimensions away from where they were a year or two ago.

A superhuman who can quickly overthrow a city and overthrow a country if it falls into reality.

Bullets can be ignored even if hit, cannonballs can't touch themselves, and missiles can't be hit or tickled.

At the very least, what travelers used to use as peanuts was nuclear.

In other words, I am not afraid of anything except nuclear.

But the moment I activated the elevator with the crystal of Abyss and came up to District 4,

They realized.

This is the beginning.

<... Looks like we've graduated. >

< Dammit. I heard this side might change.... It's worse than I thought. >

They control themselves, but no one protects them.

Like the old days, I used to talk about how hard I was to die in your time, but none of the seniors gave me their experience generously and fought against the Abyss in the first place.

There's only one thing I can see.

A barren plain surrounded by a blizzard.

A world so desolate.

When people are overwhelmed with anxiety, looking at a world where they don't know what to hide.

Some of them shouted aloud, even in District 3, when they were regarded as implicit leaders, because they were prominent with special talents and characteristics.

< Come on! Let's all cheer up! If the people ahead have failed, then we have to do it! >

< Yes! There's nothing we can't do! We're outnumbered! It's not even bare ground! >

People were encouraged by what they said.

That's right.

You're right.

They boasted so many numbers that they couldn't compare to the previous ones.

I've already been up here and received a rough simulation of what to do in a bad situation.

And not as good as I thought, but not as bad as I thought.

There was no crowd that welcomed them right away.

At least not as soon as they came up.

< Yes! Hey! You said the three districts below were bare at first! We can do this! >

At that.

It's like a long time ago, Americans were ahead of the pioneering spirit of conquering America.

The newly risen ones begin to swell in their dreams.

We had to collect enough Abyss Crystals to get to the next floor anyway.

I gathered the people coming up the elevator based on a war fortress, studied how to deal with the monsters of Abyss spilling out of the elevator, and carefully explored the old green zone, now called District 4.

Further expansion of the seriousness and collection of crystals.

Everything went well.

Everything went according to plan.

One day.

While they're gone.

Until the creature who was born in District 4, who didn't know what had happened for two years, visited them.

Just one.

The only one came at me screaming loudly.

< Chicks, how's it going? Did you have a good time graduating? >

The rookies occupying the battlefield, looking at the man who seemed to have lost his cowardice, laughed loudly.

Starting with that smile.

Common sense, but the day a man visited.

The battlefield, the Human HQ, which was barely balanced against the Abyss, has collapsed.

"... and now they're scattered, breathing heavily. Luckily, there's a whole damn world out there."

I concluded that it was not difficult to hear all the stories of such a beauty.

There's only one way to do that.

'You're superhuman.'

They call it transcendental unmanned, but the word doesn't matter.

Unmanned, or transcendent.

It means the same thing, no matter what you call it.

There's only one thing that matters.

The one who started to cross the wall.

Unlike previous travellers, stepping on the stairs and becoming increasingly strong, reaching the pinnacle of purple.

Those who are worthy to gain strength beyond the broken ceiling.

Even if you start trampling on the transcendental unmanned terrain, you cannot be as strong as Tiamet, who is already immature.

There are still a few more gateways to get out of the stairwell and into the Transcendent, which Tiamet targeted.

But once you start walking that path,

It means it's different from the average traveler.

"Enough is enough. '

Unstoppable.

But one thing is clear:

The difference between a transcendental unmanned and a staircase unmanned is so big that it's hard to figure out.

Even if you can devise a plan to surround and capture and kill them, it is wise not to think about the damage.

One of the wisest ways to catch the transcendental unmanned.

Admiral Lee.

Now, now.

Poison with poison.

Oranges are orange carrots.

Superman to superman.

Did he give you the box, too? '

Hansoo carefully predicted.

I pierced the wall, but the superman could never roam so large.

Especially given the conditions under which superhumans are born and the conditions under which they become stronger, it is more advantageous to go up than to stay here.

Hansoo shakes his head for a moment.

'There's no need to worry.'

Currently not very good.

The newcomers who have to climb constantly are blocked in District 4.

This is not what Hansoo wants.

I found myself, and the method has changed a little, but not for a single purpose.

< Fight to win. And no more sad deaths. >

I fought and fought and fought in my past life.

Against the Abyss.

But the results were the same.

A colleague dies.

A comrade dies.

A precious person dies.

Never, that number does not increase.

It just shrinks.

In cartoons or movies, when a precious person dies, the protagonist gets angry and goes to a stronger position, but the reality, at least one, is different.

Every time they die and die, something breaks in their minds, and the thought of fighting is gone.

What the hell are you fighting for and who are you fighting for?

Those who want to protect themselves die, those who please themselves die, and those who fight alongside themselves.

You have to be strong for that.

You have to win for that.

I smashed the bowl that Eres had put on me, but I changed the route from the maximum number of happiness Eres had ever wanted, to a more definite path of victory.

His final goal is the same as Eres.

But we can't do this.

After all, this is also a probability game.

More cases are needed to create more superhumans.

More rookies should climb the elevator as quickly as possible, fight in more dangerous places, and become stronger faster.

However, if they get stuck in Sector 4, their desired seed cannot grow properly.

Phew.

'... while you were gone, the weeds grew too much. I'm gonna have to clean it all up.'

Neither bad nor good

Now you can trim it.

Harvest what you will.

Clean up your mess.

Fix what's right.

So that it becomes a field that I like.

To grow the crops you want.

With a giant elevator that looks far away.

Watching the vast earth beneath which lies a vast expanse of monsters, superhumans and survivors.

Hansoo mutters.

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

Tadak.

Tadadadak.

"Here, take this. It's delicious when eaten like this."

One of the common monsters who pulled out the flame steel from his hand, Hansoo, who grilled Ormadal's meat deliciously, reached out his skewers and gave it to Thaksin and Michigan.

In the old days, when I saw the beast that had reached level 250, which I'm sure was quite difficult for me, slaughtered on a single blow and baked meat, I narrowed my eyebrows.

'I'm relaxed by myself.'

It wasn't just attitude that made me think of that.

Hansoo, who guessed in his heart, looked at the four faces looking at him with a strange glance, said with a bloody smile.

"Don't give me that look. I shouldn't have insisted on resting like this. You don't eat, by the way? This is really worth it."

"... Whew."

He sighed as he watched a sigh eating meat.

I'm not wrong about one thing.

The main camp is constantly on the move to avoid the pursuit, and the scouts must continue to communicate with the main camp and track down its position.

Before you receive a message with a location from headquarters now, you have to wait at the location you promised.

But that's not the case.

Even in the same situation, their attitudes and attitudes were quite different.

There seemed to be only one out of five.

In fact, the other four were eating each other.

As if I had assumed such a attitude, the wire muttered unevenly.

"You probably just haven't eaten in a period of amnesia. Watching it slip away."

Earlier, after talking to Hansoo, I remembered everything.

The existence of my missing colleagues, who had been buried in the corner of my head because I was too busy running away to live.

There are hundreds of thousands of new recruits scattered across the battlefield, and we don't even know where or how.

Will the meat go to the neck in such a yard?

Hansoo, who was looking at the Americans and people, looked at the elevators from afar.

'You're getting closer.'

Elevator.

And a war fortress.

The place where Arthur Kransheka fought and Tiamet.

Hansoo muttered as he looked at the distant earth.

"Do me a favor."

"...?"

"It's not that hard. I have no idea... what I'm asking for free."

As they mutter, they look resolutely and see Lauren approaching, Hansoo takes two steps forward.

I've heard all about it.

'Look at these guys.'

Hansoo looks interesting.

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

Curr.

Huge elevator.

People admire the view of it rising above the ground.

The elevator definitely extends underground.

The terrain on the fourth floor of Zone 1 through which the elevator passes is not confined to the ground.

The Grand Maze.

The elevator extends deep below the ground through the middle of the Grand Maze.

And in that old, giant maze where the Demihumans lived.

Surprisingly, people were living.

It wasn't a good shape, of course.

Meow!

"Ow!"

"Son of a bitch! If we keep him alive, we'll have to do the right thing!"

in the people who are constantly struggling, working very busy, working next to the elevator.

Only one person remained extremely relaxed.

I don't care if the man who walks in there screams.

There was not a single person within 30 metres of the big man.

Everyone was afraid of men.

Rrrrrrrrrrrr.

The man who stroked the head of the kangaroo, the only living creature left beside it.

I smiled, staring at the wall that was pressed in front of my eyes as if it were a painting.

"I can't believe you scratched me like this before the fight."

Traces of ignition and melting.

Fragments of power from an unusual being at first glance.

And a sign of the opposition, apparently, who was fighting back against it.

I can see people by the tracks.

The stronger you are, the more detailed you look.

That's why it was clear to the Black King.

pushed and pushed, but finally overcame the existence of a powerful flame.

"I can't believe it. To be in this world. You haven't gone up yet? '

< The one you want to see so badly... is still in this world. >

Of course I thought it was up there.

Two years ago, I thought there was no way someone that strong could stay here.

But he was wrong.

'Come on... show up. I've got a present for you, too.'

The former Black King stroked the trail that Hansoo and Arthurs Cranchka created during the battle, trembling at the thought of the astonishing things someone had told him before.

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