‘How can it be so unfair...? ’
Maybe this is the karma that parents should carry? If a child is good, a child is good, and if a child is not good, a parent is bad.
Ah, Raviel. We'd better not have children, too. I can't stand it. The kid who looks like Raviel says, "Dad, fuck! ’Imagine….
Oh, yeah?
‘Maybe that's cute in its own way? ’
- Son of a bitch... Not a clamp in the cornea, but a clamp in the cerebral cortex...
‘Race Status Open. ’
I envisioned a happy future and examined the status of the newly evolved designees.
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[Designated Clan]
Extinction Grade: C (Risk Safety)
Proverbs: ‘We are fire. ’
Political system: Republicans
Explanation: What the hell is going on? A remarkable evolution has happened to the designators. Designated tribes have become very special civilizations. The [Error Civilization]!
Not just an adult to a designee [who knows error]. Politicians, artists, warriors. Whether or not all occupations can write errors divides the progress.
As soon as the tribe gains their error, they will be in Congress the next full day. The Hwab Congress is an organization of all designated adults, and the cause of all factions is determined here. The designator using the error is [adult] and [citizen] and [senator].
The order in parliament is determined by how adept the error is. Number one, the most skillful of the designators, is the chairman.
‘Shivalgor.’
In short, the strongest man is the leader of his kind!
It's a full moon, so it's a quiet night for sons-in-law, for designated people. It was the day of the meeting of the Designated Nation that the ugly look and the evil cucumber were buried in the darkness. Taken in the cool night air, the designators are solemnly discussing the fate of their kind.
‘Chairman, I don't think that's the solution. ’
"What the fuck?
‘I admire.’
‘If you twist it, come at me. ’
‘I will.'
Despite all citizens gathering to decide agendas, the Peace Council boasts incredible efficiency and speed. The Chairman is the most powerful warrior of his kind, so this is a feat.
I can't believe there are such ignorant battle factions.
If there is someone who has created this species, it may take some time to reflect!
Characteristics: [Republican ( ) Tradition], [Crocodile Belief], [Exploitation], [Bloodshed], [Legacy of Records], [Contempt]
Evolver: unknown. There's only one evolution left.
Tinnitus: Hobgoblin et al.
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Mmm-hmm.
Mmm.
Yeah, it is.
I smiled widely in my heart.
‘Hey, the Goblins have evolved into Hobgoblins! That's great! That's great! ’
- Zombie, is that all you got?
‘Damn, how did this happen...?! ’
I wrapped my head.
‘I really helped them not to lose their temper, but to change their greed in a positive direction! ’
- Positive course has turned around.
‘Oh, no. My training method was not wrong. Come to think of it, at least hundreds of people know how to write errors. Maybe thousands of people. Cool, right? It's an unexpected mistake, but it's a happy mistake. That's me too. "
- Parents who failed in parenting have now reached the stage of self-justification… this bastard….
I looked at the attributes of the designated tribe. 600 years was a long time. Additional characteristics that had not been acquired in the past were also obtained.
Such as [Republican tradition].
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[Republic tradition]
Classification: Politics
Origin: [Bloodshed]
Description: Designated tribes are making republicans. This Republican came from a [funeral] unique to the designated tribe!
When someone from the clan died, the designated tribes gathered in an underground cave and convened. The underground caves were so dark that they concealed the appearance of individual designees. Although the designees had only funeral away from the tyranny and surveillance of the mountain tribes -- unintentionally, they had [the tent of ignorance].
In the dark.
The designators were free to discuss it.
‘How did this man die? ’
History.
‘Was his life right? ’
Trial.
‘For this death, how should we react. ’
Ethics.
Is Keketruecker really a lion cub or a dog? ’
Philosophy.
Over time, the designators not only started talking about being dead, but also about being alive. After escaping the underground cave, there was a rally every single sunset. The matter agreed upon here naturally was regarded as the collective good of the designated tribe, and the assembly became a parliament.
Unlike most parliaments, horse language doesn't matter here.
‘Ugor. Too bad. There seems to be a considerable difference of vision between the two of us. ’
‘Crush one person's eyes and the visuals will disappear. ’
‘It is a very good solution. ’
Dead zone!
In a sense, the Designated Parliament is still a funeral!
However, this characteristic can change depending on the evolution of history.
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"......."
Mixed.
Something, very foreign... was mixed up.
‘It's a strong zone, not a dictatorship, but a parliament, and it's ordered by force, not by words. What is it? Something's wrong... ’
- Isn't this all the result of your education?
The messenger chirps his tongue.
- Your foreign policy is one word. Or [I talk, but I use my fist anyway]. Perfect. It's a fucking zombie apocalypse.
‘This... is the real me...? ’
You know, parents get to know themselves when they're raising their kids.
Shock.
I'm more fucked up than I thought.
“Hm. You fight very well like the Four Kings. ”
The sword gazes at the plain.
“The diary is already the third, but all the designees won without replacing the fighters. There doesn't seem to be a big difference between martial arts. The proficiency of the error seems different. ”
As the Sword said, the duel continues. Both allies, designated groups, and both sides were engaged in projections in turn. However, the warriors of the clan designated tribes that make up the weather were victorious.
The Black Dragon Juju mutters.
“I see. I thought you were a Goblin. Unlike what it looks like, the use of error is elegant. ”
“Oops.”
“… the king, why are you suddenly dancing on your shoulders? I don't want to see you. I'm a little desperate as your fashion manager. ”
“The kids are doing well, so I feel empowered by my shoulders. Black Dragon Juice. Speaking of fashion, why do I have to wear black leather? I mean, it's kind of like a middle two. I've been surfing the internet, and I'm getting a lot of unhappy with my fashion... ”
“It's okay. You look good in leather. ”
“You don't think this is a black dragon liquor thing? ”
“No way.”
The Black Dragon Master said as if he didn't know.
“I've only been objectively coded to suit you. There's no sense of self-respect. ”
The suspicions became deeper and deeper along the way.
- Fucking mold!
The Allied Forces chief has sharpened his teeth. They shivered in humiliation. I continued to fight through the night because the total cost was terrible.
- When four allies die, only one Designated Clan dies.
The vampire was pitiful.
- I would have picked a Elite Soldier as the vanguard... This rate is serious, though.
The head of the multifaction coalition forces was agitated.
- The Sanwa have similar circumstances. Dammit. I laid an egg in the middle of the battlefield...
- Are you trying to keep up with the fungus? We're going to the temple! I am under the will of the gods! Ignore the mold and swing your guns at them!
- So you want me to declare war on the designators? Fool.
Stupid?
- If you run with your emotions, you'll benefit from the Sanwa. Didn't the mold tell you? They're just the vanguard. The Grand Master of the Designated Clan, the Chairman, is bringing his headquarters. According to legend, the great prince of the Designated Clan is a monster who single-handedly turns the tide and catches fire. If they attack, there is no answer.
The Vampire tasted bitter.
- The mountain tribes in front, the designated tribes in back.... Extinction.Fortunately, the Sanwa are doing the same calculations. It's a stalemate.
- Well, what can I say?
The noble commander shouts. The nobles were the longest oppressed under the mountains. That much hatred.
- We pushed him right before he took down Slimepolis, and now we're giving up? How much did it cost to join the expedition? You said you didn't have any results and you want me to go home? Ridiculous.What will I say to the loyal soldiers who died and the people who fought for their lives? You're generals after all!
-.......
The commanders keep their mouths shut.
The next day, the next day, a diary happened. Sometimes the Designated Warrior lost his neck, but three times as many Allies and Sanwaites were beheaded.
[Seal off the alliance and Sanwa battles] and the designated tribe succeeds.
Finally, day four.
- Ugor.
Hundreds of designers snore.
- Smells like mud in the wind.
A hundred designees died in four days. Warriors, a little smaller than a few days ago, raise their heads one by one and look across the plains.
- I miss the dirt.
- It's like rolling around in your body and drinking from your mouth.
- Smells like dirt.
Their sense of smell was right.
After a while, the army slowly emerges from the horizon.
Approximately 3,000 warriors have all been mounted by lions. The warrior himself had strange tattoos carved into the lion's torso. Is that why? From afar, it was as if living tentacles were approaching with a palpitation.
- Boo.
The warrior in the lead blows his trumpet. Soldiers from the multiracial coalition just then, as well as mountainous and rural militaries in Slimepolis, looked at the horizon.
An army marching towards the sun.
- Boo, boo.
The trumpet sounds strange. Among them were trumpets made of mountain hulls. There was a trumpet made of the horns of the nobles. There was a trumpet decorated with the skull of a saint, even a trumpet with the teeth of a vampire.
There were traces of a battle they had been defeated.
At the forefront of an army, there was a designated tribe, particularly one that mounted a giant white lion.
“Wow.”
The serpent said.
“It's not the Great King, it's the Demon King Force. Hey, Four Kings. You jumped over the bridge and raised the Gear Demon King. Congratulations."
Leader of all designations.
The chairman of the Hua Parliament joined the fight with the warriors.
3.
- Hey, guys!
Kuang!
An axe is mounted in the middle of the battlefield with only a column of buildings. Designated chairman raises his foot on his chin and axe blade. The chairman's voice enhanced by the error shook heaven and earth.
- Lives that shine like stars in the world! I am Ubrica, the 212th chairman of the Peace Council!
A majestic face. Muscles that run through your body. There's a big scar on one side of his face, suggesting he's killed a few people. The chairman widened his arms and boasted of the existence of his chest muscles.
- I'm having a hard time living today!
The contents of the horse were not very majestic.
-Everybody can enjoy the blessings of life, but everyone can enjoy the hardship of life. Our seven tribes may look different, but they are the same fucking people!
Your fellow hunters mutter.
“What the fuck are you trying to do to the Designated Clan? Are you making trouble every time I say something? ”
“I don't know. I guess it's like a penis." It can mean anything, it can't mean anything. ”
“The tetrarch... What an education.... ”
I want to see a child who resembles Raviel.
No, I just want to see him. Forget the kid.You don't have to...
As I was working hard to escape, the speech of the chief of the designated tribe increased my energy.
We're your people! The spirit of the designated tribe is in my left pectoralis, and the love of my tribe is in my right pectoralis! Behold! My pectoral muscles are fiery with soul and love!
The metaphor frowned.
It was a bit severe.
In fact, when I saw the green muscles that were sticky, I felt a slight tingling in my stomach. What the hell? That muscle pig, muscle in his head, muscle in his body, muscle in his head. Don't be careless when Orcs pass by ‘Sir!’ I don't know what I'm talking about.
“I can't help but leave the plumbing.... ”
“The more I look at it, the more I see of the Four Kings.... ”
“I'm really not that neat! ”
The multifaction alliance and the Sanwa clan quietly saw the chairman on either side of the battlefield. Despite being hostile to each other, the two armies looked alike. They were all staring at the madman.
- But I... So sad!
The madman looks troubled.
- Even if the mountains committed a sin six hundred years ago that cannot be cleansed, how can it be a way of penance to slaughter a tribe? Wrong! Wrong! It's not even beautiful! Even at war in Slimepolis, where you call it a shrine. It's unholy! We declare this a true outbreak and declare war on it!
Following the chairman's declaration, designated warriors wave their weapons up and down.
- Fuck! Fuck you!
- Hear the Seven!
The leader of the madmen said,
- You're not so bad when you're enslaved by the mountain tribes! What can I do to avenge my ancestors? The Sanwa aren't bad either! What can I do if I say I don't want to be destroyed?
The multiracial coalition forces and the Sanwa clans roamed the streets. "What the hell is he talking about? Is the fungus really contagious in your brain, Lime? ’Or,' they all came together and revealed that they were absurd.
You're not bad!
The next words silence the Seven.
- The bad is the Holy Land!
All the soldiers were like, "What? ’I looked at the chairman's mouth with his face.
- There is no God. There should be no sanctuary. However, they make a saint or something, and everyone takes a foolish leap of faith. To pour your glittering life into the bottomless pit of the earth! This whole place is wrong! I, therefore, have decided that the Peace Council:
- What are you talking about...
The Allied forces' captains are bewildered. Regardless, the designated chairman declared with his arms crossed.
- We're destroying the sanctuary!
The brains are silent.
- We can't split up the sanctuary! We'll just split up and fight! So let's all join forces and destroy the sanctuary!
-.......
- If you can't forgive people for what they have, everyone can. This is common sense! Completely eliminate Slimepolis so that no one can take it and no one can live! Hey! Seven brothers! Let's destroy the Holy Land together and make a happy world for all of us!
There's no fence underneath the Hobo.
The tribe I raised has come back as a bunch of crazies.