The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[3rd Day 17, 21: 20]

“Kiehek. Kyaaa. ”

I looked at the Goblin with a bubble door, making a bad sound towards me.

What do you think he's trying to say?

Does that twitchy little voice mean anything to you?

Their civilization is no joke, given their outfits, their fortresses, and the landscape of the city.

At least it looks medieval.

There's got to be a language.

It doesn't matter because you don't understand anything.

However, it is not only because they do not understand what they say, but also because they do not realize their intentions.

This Goblin, who appears to be the leader of the herd, screams as soon as the color intensifies.

Immediately, a group leaves the fortress and starts to flee toward the city.

An order of retreat.

Considering that some, not all, have fled, it may have been intentional to share information about me on the ground rather than survive.

Meanwhile, that chief held me until the end, dragging me back and forth.

Enemies, but great.

Monsters are so responsible, too.

I want people to live more responsibly.

Even that Goblin boss is on the move.

You're no better than a Goblin instructor.

Unfortunately for me.

[wings of talaria]

You spread your wings behind your back and jump over the walls of the keep to begin your descent.

The Goblin Captain wanted to save his subordinates somehow, but unfortunately, it was impossible.

Half a day's walk from the fortress to the city.

Without saying a word, even a few are injured.

I have zero chance of chasing my way to the city.

Whoa.

Refreshing.

At the beginning of the fourth floor, I thought I would want to fly against the blue sky and field someday.

It turned out that way.

Oh, it's dinner now.

There is no sunlight, but there is a beautiful moonlight and its own scent of flying under the stars.

By the way, flying is the best!

Sometimes I feel like I want to spend the day gliding like this.

From a distant past, people had a dream of flying in the sky when they had wings.

The advancement of technology has led to the emergence of the aircraft and is a dream of being halfway there.

But wouldn't I be the first human being to fly with wings like this?

Ah, poor fools who don't know the beauty of their wings.

I can see behind the Goblins running away.

You got him.

You've been fighting guerrillas for the last three days.

Precisely against the Goblin Fortress Recovery Squad.

As the Beacon Mounds continued to burn, the Goblins dispatched a recall unit without rest.

Twenty at first.

And then thirty.

Then take a break.

Increasingly, the number of troops increased and their composition and skills increased.

And as the dispatch forces climb to the top of the hundred, they abandon the fort and flee.

You spread the wings of the Tallaria and start gliding.

Then another defensive fortress flew in and occupied it.

The flight time from the fort to the fort is only three hours.

A recall unit of mounted troops, on the other hand, with a placenta, does not traverse a straight line between a fortress and a fortress built on the mountaintops of each of the defenses like me.

After returning to the city's direction, use the roads in the plains to run to other defensive strongholds.

The duration of the day is immense.

The Pokémon cannot use its maneuver against the Pokémon.

It reminds me of the sod master of the medieval fantasy world.

Superhumans with the power of walking strategic weapons.

Their biggest weapon is the strength of an army.

I used that power to shake the Goblins.

As soon as the Punitive Force reached the top of the bag, I reluctantly flew towards the other fortress.

Goblins are swaying around.

The Punitive Force ran after me like crazy, but I couldn't do anything.

Ultimately, what they chose was to dispatch two hundred troops to all four defensive strongholds.

The garrisoned troops of each stronghold are already extinct.

In order to somehow take back the fort and capture me, a total of eight hundred troops were scattered from the center.

And now.

One of the four rescuers was defeated by me. With two hundred men dead.

Hahahaha.

More than a hundred people would run away, so 200 would be enough.

So, without any siege equipment, he would have climbed up the walls and tried to attack me.

If the goal was to simply chase me out and occupy the fort, that was a plausible plan.

But on the condition of the wall, I can fight five hundred, not two hundred.

And frankly, now even if we just fight, two hundred wins.

When I first entered this room, I would have struggled if I had told them to face a force larger than a hundred.

Level up two levels after repeating the defeat of the Goblins and occupying the stronghold.

Incredible growth rate.

Not only do you kill Goblins, but you seem to be rewarding yourself for capturing a fortress.

You've really improved your combat skills.

Combat experience with many is also a huge harvest.

It was only a week's time, but before I entered the fourth floor boss room, I and I now have a huge difference in combat power itself.

I was thinking about keeping hunting here instead of clearing the Fourth Floor Boss Room so quickly.

If there were enough Goblins, they might have done it.

Goblins who were losing their metallurgical forces for a week sent eight hundred troops to the fort at a time.

That means there are no more troops in the middle.

This will be a real squeeze after a week of guerrilla warfare.

The dispatch forces continued to grow during the seven day battle and began to decline rapidly at some point.

The quality of the troop's equipment and the mounted water supply have begun.

Many of the militia's troops are now poorly trained.

The same Goblin Soldier, but his skills are too poor to impress.

It's like giving a spear to a civilian and letting him out.

And the number of such weaklings is growing.

The ratio now reaches about five weaklings per skilled soldier.

Meanwhile, those eight hundred troops must have really scraped to the ground.

I don't feel bad.

I feel like I've become a strategist, such as Han Shin or a man in history.

[The God of Duel is disappointed in your unjust actions.]

Whatever.

So it seems fair for me to die on a plateau with an enemy the size of that city?

I have no regrets in both the process and the results of my methods.

[The god of chaos is pleased with your walk.]

In the meantime, there is a god who loves you.

I think it's an evil god, but it's a little awkward.

Now let's take care of those stragglers and fly them downtown.

It's time to plunder an empty house.

I'll show you what terrorism means to an empty core.

* * *

Hiding in the city beyond the outer ring was not too difficult.

I just flew over the clouds, raising my altitude.

The problem was the situation after that.

Once safely seated in the city, I first climbed onto the visible roof and took a look around the city.

To check whether there's any difference from a fortress up in the mountains or from the sky, where to start.

We haven't been able to leave the roof for almost two hours.

I already have a full plan in mind.

How to effectively cause a commotion.

It's a natural story.

I've been repeating the battle for days and I've been thinking about it constantly.

It is also a way to launch an attack openly.

When the guards come running to maintain security, move back and repeat the raid.

using differences in maneuverability.

It's the same way we used to guerrilla warfare over the fort.

It's good to light things up.

Firefighters alone will not be able to withstand fires that erupt and artificially occur throughout the city.

Troops will be borrowed, and commotion will follow.

I wish I could find something like gunpowder and blow it up.

All you have to do is cause a commotion like this.

If you repeat it, you can shake them as much as you want.

Then it doesn't matter if everyone who was dispatched to each defensive fortress comes back with time.

You can continue to stir up a commotion and sneak into the city or run to the fortress.

Then you can repeat the swing again.

Their troops are not replenished as if the monsters in the game were respawned.

I confirmed that the battle lasted for a week.

They don't have much left.

Eight hundred troops have been dispatched to four places recently, or almost all of them now.

If we can shake the city enough before the six hundred troops regroup.

You can infiltrate the fortress without returning to the fortress and easily target the king.

But I couldn't.

The Goblin is smiling.

A young Goblin is smiling.

Grab the Goblin's hand that looks like a mother with one hand.

With a basket of ingredients in the other hand.

I can't stop chattering about what's so exciting.

The building that looks like a restaurant over there is full of Goblins.

Business is good.

The two Goblins sitting by the window look like a couple.

I only laugh at what's so good while eating food, sometimes looking at each other.

The Goblin has a face.

There was their daily life in this city.

They were not monsters in this city.

At first, it was just interesting.

I haven't seen such everyday looks for too long.

In my tutorials, in my corners.

So I just looked at it in wonder.

It was a mistake.

Their everyday lives have memories and a past.

It is a daily routine that continues in the past.

Is this really a fantasy?

An illusion created just to show me this moment?

I was reminded of a hypothesis I had just come up with.

Maybe this is a place that exists somewhere in the universe, and I'm just going to go here and follow the instructions of the message.

Ha.

My head feels itchy.

Suddenly I remembered the Union of Representatives.

It may seem quiet, but some rankers, including myself, continue to spy on them.

We still haven't been able to get proof of what they're doing.

I could feel it roughly.

Compare them to these Goblins.

Compared to the League of Representatives, these Goblins are far more human.

No, it's human. Is that correct?

They're not just monsters.

Rather, I'm a monster.

I'm not a monster to them, and I don't know what.

One day, you appear to have raided the fortress and started killing Goblins.

Now you hide in the city and create chaos.

I recall the Goblin leader of the Recovery Force I encountered for the first time in the Eastern Fortress.

What would that Goblin say to me before he died?

Tons of Goblins have met at the top of the mountain, both in the keep and on the plains.

You've killed too many Goblins.

None of them died as quietly as the monsters in the game.

I struggled to make a living if I was still breathing.

Even the Goblins who looked at me with hatred at the last moment.

Even the Goblins came at me with poisonous eyes.

Even Goblins who shouted and suffered.

Even the Goblins who were running away while kneeling down.

There was also a Goblin who was screaming at his colleague's corpse.

I was just curious to see him.

It's like watching a great game made with attention to detail.

I feel like a villain in a fairy tale book.

Complex hearts can't be unravelled, they just keep tangling.

* * *

[Day 3, Day 21, 23: 10]

As the world gets dark, there are fewer and fewer Goblins in the streets.

And right now, in the middle of the night, I can't see a Goblin... Not a Goblin.

Time to go to bed.

The dark and light streets made their daily life more and more appealing to me.

... We can't just sit on this roof forever.

I have things to do and things I want to do.

I could say selfish, but, no, I mean selfish.

Shit. I was never selfish.

Shit. Maybe I just stepped back.

I haven't seen anyone in so long.

They're just an illusion.

If you kill him, he'll show up in the waiting room again.

If these bastards fail, and I enter the boss' room four times again,

I would still be alive in the same shape.

Do you really think so?

I got up slowly.

My back and buttocks are sore.

I've been sitting on this roof for hours.

The complexity of my head has not been cleared yet.

It will not be cleaned up for a while.

Let's do what I have to do first.

Don't rely on worries that won't be addressed in vain.

You spread the wings of the Tallaria and jumped off the roof.

Let's skip causing trouble in the city first.

I don't think I can do it right with my mental state right now, and if I push too hard, my mental state will get worse.

We still have a little time before the troops dispatched from each defensive stronghold return.

No, there's a chance they won't come back to occupy and protect those fortresses.

Let's get to the fortress.

Let's find this Goblin King and get out of this boss room.

There are few defensive forces left in the Resistance.

The rest of the task is: How do I find the Goblin King? ’I see.

From the top, you can aim for the middle one and the fancy one.

Let's have a little more of a look around the Resistance, it soon became clear.

A stately central building that meets the requirements of resistance.

The windows of this building were all blocked.

I've been in a hurry to stop it lately, but it's a mess.

And if you look even a little bit, "This place is full of scary, important people! ’It feels grassy.

The design of the building is different.

Resistance walls and lookouts are all designed around that building.

I was sure.

There it is.

He lowered his altitude and flew himself toward a window covered with layers of planks.

Let's just break through those barricades and break in.

You wrap yourself in the wings of a Tallarian and fly away as one cannonball.