The Monster is Coming

Chapter 370 You've closed it, so I'm opening it.

"You cheat!"

"Explain the principle behind cheating..."

The outcome of the fourth round of the game has been decided.

Suppressing her anger, You Ai clenched the card in her palm tightly, the patterns on it scorched by its gradually heating energy.

It's always like this.

Before the game even officially begins, the opponent already knows which part of the rules it has modified and wins by "explaining the principle of cheating".

This completely shattered You Ai's composure.

It stood up, staring intently at Minghou, its crystal-clear eyes surging with rage.

It absolutely does not believe that the other party can see through the rules and logic of the "game space".

The rules are a self-contained system, and it would be difficult for even those self-proclaimed gods to decipher them, let alone mortal beings like the other side.

The other party must have used some kind of "mind-reading" ability.

The motivation for the idea was anticipated the instant it arose, rather than finding the answer from the rules and logic of the game space after the idea was input into the game space.

Even so, the other party's behavior still infuriated it.

Since its birth, it has never encountered such a formidable opponent.

A mournful, chilling voice echoed in Minghou's mind through a form of mental communication.

"What despicable methods did you use?"

Faced with the questioning, Minghou leaned back lazily in his chair, calmly watching the exasperated Youai, a hint of mockery flashing in his silver pupils:
"Despicable? You really know how to talk. You think you're right to cheat? Hurry up and start the next game."

Upon hearing this, You Ai sat down slowly, her anger palpable.

The game has already started, and it is currently powerless against its opponent. Prematurely killing a participant and ending the game will result in a backlash from the game space.

With a wave of its hand, it scattered the cards on the gambling table and then presented the prizes.

Without hesitation, Minghou put it into his spatial bag.

Looking at the other person's eyes, which seemed to want to devour him, Minghou felt that he had never felt so happy in his life.

That's the confidence that comes with being a player.

The right to unlimited trial and error, the capital to break the rules and restrictions, allows one to tear apart all established frameworks in the most flamboyant way.

No matter what rules you have in place, even if you're a god-level expert, so what?

I can curse whenever I want, and I can give anyone the cold shoulder whenever I want. Nobody can hold me back with rules.

With the backing of higher-dimensional deities, one can be resurrected after death and start over after losing.

This unlimited margin for error is the player's greatest asset.

This was a kind of happiness he had never experienced in his "previous life".

As a demigod in the past, I had more confidence than ordinary beings when walking in the world, but I still lived in the shackles of survival.

One wrong decision could plunge one into an abyss of no return.

But now he is a player, having completely bid farewell to the days when he felt like he was walking on thin ice.

They can rampage recklessly, and with the abilities granted by their faction, such as Guiding Brother and Soul Treasury, they can easily shatter what the members of the Netherworld Council consider "inevitable."

This kind of joy is more intense than winning ten games of fate.

Seeing You Ai's aggrieved expression, Minghou secretly laughed out loud.

So cool, so cool!
The joy of cheating, the joy of breaking the rules, the joy of being a player.

All of this combined was a thousand times more exhilarating than the future he had imagined in his childhood.

Even the boldest fantasies of youth are limited by the environment.

The unbridled freedom gained after becoming a player is the true unbridled wildness of breaking free from all shackles.

This joy was like a belated downpour, washing away all the days of following the rules.

It's a partial map I sketched out when I was young, exploring the monster world with the Fate Clan. I've fantasized about it countless times, but I could never have imagined the sheer joy of it.

He felt that even a newbie just starting out in the game would have a more enjoyable and freer experience than someone who had reached the demigod realm.

"What are you still dawdling about?" A chilling wind swirled around Minghou's body, and his eyes reflected a sorrowful yet suppressed rage, which he found laughable.

"Delaying won't solve anything, let's move on to the next game?"

These words were like a sharp knife stabbing into You Ai's most vulnerable self-esteem. It suddenly looked up and stared fiercely at Ming's throat.

He then raised his hand and pressed down, and a scroll immediately appeared on the gambling table.

The light and shadow suddenly shifted, and a three-dimensional sand table map emerged from the scroll.

The bluish-gray mountain range stretches across the center like a reclining dragon, with its main peak covered in snow. At its foot, a pale blue river meanders, flowing through the valley and eventually forming a shimmering lake on the plain.

Scattered around the lake are villages like stars, with wisps of smoke rising slowly in the form of energy and light, and even the crops in the fields are clearly visible.

The wheat field, outlined with golden lines, sways and trembles with the energy flow of the sand table.

A purple mist rose around the edge of the map, within which writhing black shadows could be vaguely seen.

At either end of the sand table, a stone platform floats in front of both Life Throat and Sorrow, with a stack of cards on the left.

A mournful, cold voice then rang out:

"In this round, we'll each rely on our own abilities."

As You Ai's words fell, the specific information about this round of the game immediately appeared in Minghou's mind.

The gameplay has become more complex compared to previous modes.

The game primarily simulates war, with each player drawing five cards from their deck each round.

The cards are divided into: combat units (1-10 stars), natural disasters, engineering buildings, event cards, trap cards, etc., totaling 28 card types.

Each round, both sides have 1000 action points, and using any card will consume action points.

Natural disaster cards can only be used once per turn.

The effect can alter the natural terrain or cause damage in a localized area that ignores both friendly and enemy forces.

For example, natural disasters like floods can destroy bridges, sandstorms can obscure vision, and meteorites can directly destroy everything within their coverage area.

Secondly, there are a large number of resource nodes on the map, which can be used to upgrade troops, improve the level of engineering buildings, and unlock technology. For example, consuming 10000 resource points can upgrade technology to allow you to draw an extra card each turn.

Each resource point is guarded by wild monsters, requiring both sides to use their units strategically to capture it.

The specific gameplay is as follows: after drawing cards, both sides need to decide which types of troops to place in the empty areas of the map within this round. The placement positions must avoid the areas where the opponent has already occupied resource points and functional buildings. If the location of one's own troops is adjacent to the location of the enemy's troops, a battle will be automatically triggered in the next round, and the side with higher overall troop strength will win.

The losing side's unit cards are immediately discarded, while the winning side's units suffer some damage, but can be restored through functional buildings.

The rules for capturing resource points are quite clear: simply place your own troops near the resource point, and if there are no wild monsters or enemy troops stationed in the area, you can harvest the corresponding resources at the end of the round.

The condition for winning is to lead your own army to capture the enemy's camp crystal.

After understanding the game's mechanics, Minghou asked the guide what the cheating principle Youai used in this round of the game was.

However, the answer received was that Youai did not cheat in this round.

Realizing that Yua had completely given up on the idea of ​​winning by cheating, Megumi remained remarkably calm.

He decisively activated the brain overclocking feature of the fifth star pulse slot.

Suddenly, the war map slowed down in his eyes.

The energy trajectory flowing above became clearly visible, and every ray of light and shadow, every map node, was as if it had been broken down into countless information points and pieced together in the mind.

His senses were keenly able to detect the frequency of energy fluctuations emanating from You Ai, and he could even deduce You Ai's current mood by observing changes in frequency.

The ability to think logically improves rapidly, but at the cost of consuming mental energy every second.

But at this moment, life and death don't matter.

If you've turned it off, then I'll turn it on.

At the start of the game, five cards automatically appear in each player's deck, face down, to the opponent.

At this moment, Lifethroat activates the Eagle-Headed Demon's special ability.

Instantly, the five cards that Yu Ai had turned away from him appeared in his mind.

They are: Shadow Thrust (3-star unit card), Swamp Trap (natural disaster card), Battering Ram (6-star unit card), Arrow Tower (1-star functional building card), and Illusion (group buff card).

With the aid of analytical scanning, he can clearly understand the specific function of each card.

The game began.

This is destined to be an unfair contest.

Yuai gave up cheating, but Minghou chose to cheat to meet this challenge.

With the Eagle-Headed Demon and analysis functions providing assistance, Youai's cards are revealed throughout the entire process, and every step is clearly visible in the throat of fate.

As the game progresses, resource nodes on the map are continuously captured by the enemy.

After drawing cards again, You Ai's energy-formed finger hovered above the cards, hesitant and unable to decide what to do next.

The carefully constructed tactics were rendered utterly ineffective by the near-predictable suppression from the throat.

Whenever it attempts to move its troops, the enemy's advance route is already cut off in advance, or even ambushed and waiting.

When it attempted to unleash a natural disaster to turn the tide of battle, the units under its control had already anticipated this and quickly withdrew.

When it tried to launch a sneak attack with "Event Cards", the Construction Cards had already built defenses at the key locations it had targeted, causing its sneak attack to lose a large number of troops instead.

In You Ai's eyes, the situation on the sand table resembled a large net slowly tightening.

Each struggle it made tighten the encirclement set up by Minghou.

Resource points on the war map are gradually eroded at the end of each round, while the attack from Life Throat advances steadily like a tide, leaving no openings and giving it no chance to counterattack.

I've tried everything, but nothing works at all.

This sent a chill down Youai's spine.

This also confirmed the previous conjecture.

The other party possesses a mind-reading ability and can know what it is thinking.

This is why the enemy had complete control over the pace of the war.

For example, when it is preparing for a desperate fight, the enemy's troops suddenly retreat, and various deployments are designed to induce it to waste its precious action points.

This wasn't a game of chess at all; it was a one-sided suppression.

The energy fluctuations emanating from You Ai's body became more intense during this period; it had never experienced such a suffocating sense of oppression in strategic games.

All of one's intentions were known in advance, while the other party seemed to be standing in a higher dimension, easily deciding the course of its every move.

The light and shadow of the sand table were reflected on the blurred face, and You Ai hesitated to take the next step.

The countdown ended at this point.

Overwhelmed by a sense of defeat, Yua wasted a turn of strategic planning.

Lifethroat calmly dropped card after card, and after exhausting its action points, it smiled and looked at it, then turned its gaze to the camp crystal floating in front of it.

At this moment, You Ai's mindset completely collapsed.

It knew it had already lost this round, and that struggling would be futile.

Most of the resource production points on the map have been occupied by the opponent. At this stage, the opponent only needs to use the resources they acquire to easily sweep through and win the game.

Continuing like this is pointless.

"Don't give up, what if you win?"

At this moment, Minghou encouraged him.

Faced with Minghou's provocation, Youai felt a surge of anger rising in her heart, but had nowhere to vent it.

Meanwhile, the army of Lifethroat had advanced to the vicinity of the camp crystal, and the end of this round basically signaled its defeat.

A new round begins.

Faced with Youai's almost resigned attitude, Minghou suddenly smiled and reached out to lightly slide his fingertips across the deck of cards.

After the next round of card drawing, among the five cards in front of him lay a large-scale natural disaster card, Meteor Shower.

But to Youai's disbelief, the card was shown to her by Minghou and then casually tossed into the discard pile.

Her sorrowful gaze suddenly narrowed.

Ignoring its surprise, Minghou slowly played a one-star "Scout" card and placed it in the wasteland far from the resource point.

That location was in the middle of nowhere, neither guarding a key road nor occupying any resources; it was a foolish move that wasted resources.

Immediately afterwards, Minghou used his remaining action points to buy a "Raging Hurricane" disaster card. This card was supposed to be used to wipe out the enemy forces, but he deliberately used it to cover the iron ore resource point that he had just captured, which was equivalent to actively cutting off his own troops' supply line.

The situation on the sand table suddenly revealed a flaw.

You Ai stared sadly at the iron mine shrouded in hurricane, then looked at the lone scout on the wasteland, and the frustration churning in his chest was replaced by confusion.

"It's your turn."

In Yu'ai's eyes, Minghou's behavior was undoubtedly a blatant humiliation.

But it suppressed its anger and began to plan according to the rules of the game.

As the game progresses, unexpected situations continue to arise for Yua.

In the new round, Minghou deliberately skipped the optimal solution during the card draw phase, ignoring the "Technology Breakthrough" which could upgrade troops, and instead played a useless card called "Pastoral Migration," causing two legions on the edge of the map to disappear into thin air, resulting in the loss of two potential resource points.

The subsequent series of actions were all self-inflicted wounds.

To hand over such a great advantage.

It watched as the enemy's horn kept making basic mistakes, watched as its resource points were gradually reclaimed, and watched as the enemy's troop lines retreated due to supply disruptions. The once impenetrable encirclement revealed a gap in the enemy's deliberate retreat.

When it finally mustered its courage and mobilized its remaining forces to charge towards the vital camp crystal, the expected interception did not occur.

This made Yuu Ai realize that the other party seemed to want to give her a chance to start over.

Then, by winning again, thoroughly humiliate it.

But Yu Ai did not let such an opportunity slip by.

However, things did not go as it expected. When the situation became evenly matched, the lifeline continued to release resources and territory.

The game ended when its battering ram slammed heavily onto the camp crystal in front of Lifethirst, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound.

"It wasn't easy, you finally won a round." Minghou grinned, his eyes full of undisguised sarcasm.

You Ai stood frozen in place, watching the camp crystals vanish into a stream of light, but felt no joy whatsoever from the victory.

The opponent could have easily won this round, but instead, like toying with prey, they pushed victory step by step towards it. This kind of hand-given victory is more humiliating than a crushing defeat.

Lifethroat, however, seemed oblivious to its expression, a hint of amusement flashing in its silver pupils:
"This strategy game is really boring, let's start the next round already."

Seeing You's sad and embarrassed expression, Minghou felt a strange mix of emotions.

At this moment, the sorrow in her heart had already torn her throat to shreds countless times.

The next four rounds of play began a similar cycle.

The sixth round was rune deciphering. The opponent saw through the nine-layered rune maze it had set up, but then held back again just when it was about to win.

After your rune layout is broken through layer by layer, actively provide hints and weaknesses, allowing it to follow the inevitable path to victory.

The seventh round of the game is an evolutionary game, in which both sides need to use energy to outline a specified life form to fight against each other.

In the early stages of this round, the opponent sketched out a large number of powerful monsters, but when they were about to win, they started sketching out some small birds pecking at rice, small snakes coiling around... which meant they were storing up evolutionary power and no longer using it.

Until it breaks through layers of defense and completes a dramatic comeback.

Watching the massive army he had drawn complete its sweeping advance, You Ai felt as if a mountain was pressing down on the energy core (heart) within her body, making her feel suffocated.

The eighth round, the ninth round... the opponent's strategy was like a scalpel, always able to precisely dissect the layers of defense it had laid out, but always stopping abruptly when it was about to win, instead deliberately revealing the "flaws" that led to defeat.

Just like a wild beast that suddenly lets go of its prey after seizing it, teasing it as it goes.

The sorrow made him tremble all over; he had never felt so frustrated.

It looked at Minghou's calm and collected demeanor, and the other party's smiling eyes seemed to be telling it: the outcome between us depends entirely on my decision.

After the next four rounds, Youai won a total of five rounds of the game.

This means that Yua has completely won the game.

It suddenly stood up, staring fiercely at Minghou:

"Now, you are going to die."

The mournful voice was tinged with anger, and the energy around him suddenly surged, causing the phantom behind him to fully unfold.

The resonance burst forth with a sharp buzzing sound, aimed directly at the throat of life.

Although he won the final victory in a humiliating manner, he is now the victor and has the right to deal with the losers.

The murderous intent surging in its eyes was no longer concealed.

All I wanted to do was tear apart that mocking face in front of me as soon as possible.

Lifethirst merely raised its eyelids lazily, its silver pupils showing not a trace of emotion:

"Please."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to brush away non-existent wrinkles from his robes, his tone so relaxed that it seemed he didn't care about death at all.

This caused Youai's emotions to completely spiral out of control.

I wanted to use the threat of death to force out the fear in the other person's heart so that I could catch my breath from my pent-up frustration.

Even just seeing him panicked for a moment can calm down the pent-up anger and surging emotions.

But Minghou's nonchalant demeanor was like a bucket of ice water poured over him, instantly mixing the rising murderous intent with an even more agitated emotion.

"Shut up!"

The mournful and angry shout transformed into ripples in the mind, piercing the sea of ​​consciousness in the throat of life.

The energy gathered at his fingertips transformed into a jet-black spear, piercing towards the heart of his throat with a sharp whistling sound that tore through space.

It saw clearly that the opponent did not dodge, nor did it mobilize any energy defense; it simply faced death head-on.

The moment the spear pierced his body, blood splattered. Minghou's body, like shattered glass, began to disintegrate from the wound, eventually turning into black mist and dissipating.

But before he completely disappeared, that smug smile still lingered on his lips.

After the black mist dissipated, the power of the game space's rules began to operate.

In addition to the rule-derived energy that keeps pouring into the depths of space, there is also a slowly forming clan mark.

The brand is circular in shape, with a burning flame in the center.

The effect of the ethnic imprint is that it can lock onto the ethnic group of the losing party in the game. By simply completing the slaughter logic, one can gain a talent ability of the opposing ethnic group.

As the number of harvested groups increases, the life forms of the members of their Law Council continue to evolve.

This ability is similar to a rule-based ability of the Zerg, but the process is much more complicated, and it cannot be directly obtained through combat and pheromone collection like the Zerg.

Youai reached out and picked up the clan mark floating in front of it. Instantly, the game scene collapsed. It habitually looked up at the vortex-shaped space channel in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of blurry, dark blue figures appeared around it.

"Let's go, let's begin the extermination operation."

The leader of the clansmen looked at You Ai and said in a deep voice.

The 86 tribesmen who arrived were members of the "Slaughter Group" of the Youlu Council.

And it is a member of the game strategy group.

Different groups have different roles. Each time a member of the game group wins the final victory in the game, the combat personnel of the slaughter group will be notified and come to meet up with the members of the game group.

They then proceeded together to the targeted tribe and began a massacre.

Complete the reward tasks given by the game space.

Faced with the urging of her clansmen, You Ai did not activate the clan mark, but instead said in a solemn tone:
"Wait, I have a bad feeling."

The image of the person it had just been fighting against flashed through its mind.

The victory of letting the water flow, the deliberate humiliation, and even the composure in the face of death all seemed to it to be planned.

The five victories it won were perhaps like knives handed to it by its opponent; it was only when it stabbed the other side that it truly fell into the opponent's trap.

Recalling the game just now, it seemed that the other party was deliberately trying to lure him into starting the slaughter plan.

For this reason, they even used their own lives as bait.

Various thoughts intertwined in Youai's mind.

It considered countless possibilities.

Perhaps there is no danger at all, and I'm just overthinking it.

The opponent in the game just now had just grown tired of the cruel competitive environment of the monster world and was no longer willing to live a life of ignominy, so he chose to end his life in this way.

But it's also possible that the other party is eyeing the "game space" rules they hold.

The goal is to use this method to successfully locate the specific spatial coordinates of the game space for one's own group.

Given that the other party possesses near-perfect insight and can even read minds to know what you're thinking, would it really be easy for it to gain the opportunity to threaten its own kind?
Thinking of this, You Ai felt uneasy.

What made it even more suspicious was the calmness the other party showed in the face of death.

This was not a feigned composure, but an almost indifferent calmness, as if there was no fear of death at all.

When these pieces of information are considered together, it is possible that the generation of "ethnic imprints" was part of the other party's calculations from the very beginning.

Using the loss in the game to cover up a deeper purpose.

It cannot determine the specific reason, but it can be certain that every step the other party takes is deliberate.

All the preceding actions were like a carefully woven trap.

The clansmen beside him were still urging him on, but his sorrowful thoughts grew clearer and clearer.

The other party is willing to use their life as bait, so they must have something to rely on.

Compared to temporary evolution, the survival foundation of a group is clearly more important.

Having made up his mind, You Ai immediately said in a deep voice:
“Abandon the slaughter plan. I can’t see through the other party. Since I can’t judge the logic behind their abnormal behavior, abandoning it is the safest option.”

After speaking, You'ai projected the process of the game she had just played into the minds of the clansmen around her.

After learning the details, the remaining members of the tribe disbanded the makeshift slaughter preparation team.

The generated racial imprints are thrown into the pulverizing pool and decomposed back into rule-derived energy.

……

After one hour.

Lifethroat appeared at the resurrection teleportation point in the Misty Coast space.

After the white light on his body dissipated, Minghou turned his head to look at the guide beside him:

"Guide, did any members of the Netherworld Council come along?"

His initial contact with the Council of the Netherworld involved the use of the Bug-Blocking Plan.

The solution is to repeat the previous player's failure.

According to information recorded on the forum, the players who entered the game space were defeated by the strength of the members of the Ghostly Council.

This storyline ends after he is killed.

Strangely, when he was searching for information about the Council of the Netherworld on the forum, he found that some competitive players had mentioned that they had encountered members of the Council of the Netherworld in the Ancient God Arena.

Based on the posting time and the number of wins by members of the Netherworld Council, we can infer the approximate time when members of the Netherworld Council entered the Ancient God Space.

It happens after the player who loses the game dies.

All of this points to one answer.

The Council of Youlu successfully activated the "ethnic imprint," leading its people to begin a massacre plan.

However, the members of the Council of the Netherworld were obviously unable to enter the Imperial Tomb Village or other newbie village nodes, and were instead sent directly to the Ancient God Arena.

After analyzing the cause and effect, he came up with the idea of ​​exploiting the bug.

Players participate in the game as players, and by using their final defeat in accordance with the rules and logic, they generate a racial imprint for the Netherworld Council, causing the Netherworld Council to launch a massacre.

Next, members of the Dark Law Council can be sent in batches to the Ancient God Arena, or even other dangerous areas.

In this way, they will continuously deplete the power of the Netherworld Council until they finally seize control of the game space rules.

In response to his question, the guide slowly opened her eyes and glanced at him:
【No. 】

"It seems we went too far."

Minghou had already anticipated this outcome.

The process of using cheat codes was so exhilarating that he completely trampled on You Ai underfoot in the most flamboyant manner, showing no restraint whatsoever.

From blurting out "You're cheating" before the game even officially started, to his arrogant attitude when deliberately letting the opponent win, he made no attempt to hide his true intentions.

It was as if "I'm messing with you" was written all over their faces.

Thinking about this, Minghou felt a little helpless, but also a little amused.

At that time, I was so engrossed in enjoying the thrill that only players could have that I couldn't stop playing.

Clearly, it was this series of actions that made Yu Ai suspicious, believing that she had some ulterior motive, and out of caution, she simply abandoned the subsequent slaughter.

His first attempt ended in failure.

But the trip was not entirely fruitless.

He personally investigated the relevant intelligence of the Youlu Council and confirmed that the disguise plan was indeed feasible.

Secondly, by winning four rounds of the game, four resource rewards were obtained.

Next, all he needs to do is gather his clansmen and they can take turns launching attrition warfare.

The disguise of one's aura will inevitably be exposed one day, and when that happens, the members of the Netherworld Council will certainly have countermeasures to deal with it.

For example, strengthening vital sign detection mechanisms to break through their camouflage when they enter.

But he has plenty of ways to continue the charade.

For example, the form of the soul.

Each soul possesses a unique life form.

By entering with different life forms, one can present completely different life characteristics in the game space.

When the Black Armored Serpent Soul Form is activated, the player's body will transform into a completely black armored serpent.

When you switch to the Eagle-Headed Demon Soul form, it will grow fiery red wings.

These life forms not only change appearance but also confuse the life characteristic detection mechanism of the Netherworld Council.

The Council of the Netherworld can only be alert to the life form of a single individual, and is unable to discern more than a hundred distinct life characteristics.

Unless the business closes down, the disguise plan can continue.

He would have his clansmen take turns, each using a different soul form each time, participating in the game in the most clumsy way.

They are required to "struggle" to win four rounds of the game, but the final result must be that the members of the Law Council win the game.

The Youlu Council has a small population to begin with and follows an elite training path, so its combat power will be rapidly depleted during this period.

On their side, however, death only requires a one-hour cooldown period.

Then return to the teleportation point to revive, change your soul form, and come back again.

This time it's the Black Armored Serpent, next time it's the Eagle-Headed Demon, and the time after that it's the Gargoyle... As a player, the least important thing is life itself.

The cumulative effect of these gradual attrition actions will severely damage the Youlu Council's combat strength.

Once all the life forms have been blacklisted, you can find a way to get the monsters in the world who received the instructions to enter the arena according to your guidance.

Complete the final harvest.

The initial expenditure is also to ensure that the clansmen who are lucky enough to be selected later can make a smoother progress when they go to the game space.

War inevitably carries the risk of death.

The lives of clansmen who did not obtain player status are far more important than members of the Netherworld Council.

Having stated his intentions, he summoned the guild chat channel:
"Misty Coast Space, Assemble!"

A series of replies immediately popped up in the channel.

“My lord, I am currently working on a crucial stage in the Quicksand dungeon, so I will not be participating in this gathering.”

“Master, I’ve discovered a civilization site in the Broken Sands Halberd region and am trying to decipher it. I’m about to become rich. Can I skip the gathering?”

Of the tribespeople's replies, only a few said they would come as soon as possible, while the rest said they were busy.

Faced with the clansmen's excuses, the veins on his throat and forehead throbbed.

He decisively resorted to the most effective threat:
"Stop talking nonsense. You have two hours to gather. Anyone who doesn't show up will have their internet cut off for a week."

　Here are 8200 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)