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Chapter 2043 Responsibility is like a bond
The city of original sin in the Gluttony region is revealed, a digestive pool for all things, home to the main clan and the Clan of the Rifttooth Devourers.

"As expected, AAA is the fastest. They truly deserve to be the ace of the hunting party." The forger created a chess piece with a large chin by hand and placed it on the map, corresponding to the position of Gluttony's head.

“I’ve never heard of this race before, Lottie. Have you ever heard of this race, even though you’re an orc your age?”

“Old age… I mean, female orcs care about their age more than female humans,” Lottie complained, flipping through a rather old animal skin book while wearing her reading glasses.

"Unfortunately, I have never heard of this clan before. Judging from the name, it should be a mixed clan, just like our Gianthoof Clan, which uses its most prominent feature as its name."

"In other words, these clans must possess extremely powerful bite force and digestive abilities. In addition, they also have special hybrids like cannibals... Perhaps they also have the talent to devour the flesh and blood of their enemies and acquire their physical abilities."

“Eat, and then get stronger.” Blaze said seriously, chin in hand. “The potential is high, but conversely, the floor is also low. To keep getting stronger, you need to keep consuming food. The more traits you acquire, the harder it is to specialize.”

"It's better to practice one move ten thousand times than to have ten thousand moves."

"Or I could combine ten thousand different moves and use them ten thousand times. I'm the kind of person who wants to have as many skills as possible," Greenland, who was forced to stay at the event center because he was a key figure, said, unwilling to be left out.

"Judging from the fact that they hunt with affiliated clans, they do not seem to be that hardworking, and considering the time when the Gluttony Region was created, it is not enough for them to have mastered the skills."

Blazer tossed an apple to the grumbling Greenland, hoping the plump, juicy apple would calm Greenland down.

Greenland crunched on the apple, finishing it off in a few bites, core and all. Still wanting more, Greenland licked its lips and started pulling out all sorts of oily and spicy food from the warehouse.

It is said that the real bodies of Greenlanders are undergoing a trial called carb-free weight loss, which is something that ordinary people cannot endure. Therefore, Greenlanders can only seek spiritual and mental satisfaction in this world in order to continue to persevere and complete the transformation of their bodies.

The forger and Lottie tacitly ignored Greenland's hearty meal, but Greenland's eating was so delicious that Blazer couldn't help but keep glancing over.

In the end, Blaise joined in, as the Greenlandic saying goes, "Only when you're well-fed and watered can you deal with any unexpected situation."

With the efficiency of using the "Rust Gospel" as the top combat force of the former "Azazel," the general information about the seven original sin regions will become clear in less than ten minutes.

After AAA and Cruiser BA made their first contact with the savage orcs in the Gluttony Zone, the other groups have also approached their respective areas.

The most troublesome thing about these seven regions of original sin is not their danger, but their location in uninhabited areas without any teleportation points, requiring one to walk to them.

Adding to the troublesome identity of the murder player, he cannot openly use the common teleportation tower and has to travel long distances through the vortex created by the mermaid, so most of his time is spent traveling.

The second group to arrive at their destination were members of [Somado]. Although they were villains, they were not murderers, so they would not have any trouble using the teleportation tower.

Heading to the Greedy Region are the Ogre, the Ripper, and the Horrible Clown; of the three, only the Ogre is genuinely on vacation.

"Are you two adults really okay? Especially you, aren't you a doctor? And you, every industry is fiercely competitive these days, especially the entertainment industry, and you still have time to play around here." The cannibal couldn't help but complain to the two of them.

"I'm just training. Doing action training in the virtual world is the trend now." The Horrible Clown shrugged, his reasoning impeccable.

"I have no problem either. I'm in training. The people above me only know theory; they don't know as much as I do. This is just for me to have fun, yay!"

During his time as a couch potato, the genius doctor who played the ripper made a scissor-hand gesture. "No, no, no, that's dangerous! You're not that irresponsible!"

"Responsible? Responsible..."

As if triggered by a certain keyword, the Ripper suddenly turned around, braced his hands against a large tree beside him, his eyes filled with gloom.

"Responsibility is like an umbilical cord, which can tighten around your neck without you even realizing it, causing all your dreams to die before they even begin."

“…Ah~” The ogre slapped his palm, translating the Ripper’s ramblings, “Is it you who was in charge of supervising Greenland’s weight loss and fitness, keeping them healthy, and then you watched your beloved super-sized cup keep shrinking?”

“It’s nothing.” The clown raised an eyebrow.

“A trivial matter!? I haven’t even buried my face in it yet!” The Ripper turned around abruptly, and the exquisite world revealed his inner thoughts with unparalleled delicacy.

"I thought you were going to say you hadn't touched it yet, but you actually wanted to bury your face in it. At that moment, you really looked like a perverted doctor from a hentai comic, the kind that even your handsome Korean face can't hide." The clown made a disgusted face.

"When this happens to you, you won't be so calm!"

“I like small ones.” The ogre raised his hand to his chest, and from that moment on became an irreconcilable adversary to the Ripper.

In disputes over size, it has always been a matter of life and death. In such situations, it is necessary to increase the number of our side to defend our preferences by adhering to the ancient method of majority rule.

"What are you thinking?" The ogre and the Ripper both looked at the horrified clown.

“I…” The clown stroked his chin, then said seriously, “I like sound.”

"Tsk!"

The two of them made no attempt to hide their astonishment, much like when everyone was discussing what they liked about the opposite sex, and suddenly someone said they liked the character and soul—it was as if they were pure and innocent.

What kind of brother doesn't share sexual fetishes?

"When I'm awake, I prefer to listen to more mature music; when I take a nap, I prefer to listen to more girlish music; and when I go to bed at night, I prefer to listen to something younger. As for the subject matter, it's definitely kissing."

After a brief pause, the Ripper and the Ogre widened their eyes in surprise. This guy was treating them like brothers, telling them everything.

“You really are…” The Ripper patted the Clown of Horror’s left shoulder with a look of deep emotion, “You’re an incredible pervert.”

The cannibal patted the clown's right shoulder with a pained expression.

"Hey, come back and report to me later. I want to be the one to put the handcuffs on you."

(End of this chapter)