Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 239

Chapter 238: Unclear Result
露䔀䮘㣚㱔虜盧㕹䊓䮾㣜㱔䞭䮾䖉㛝䇳㘸㺓䓓䮘㺓㧠㱔䇳䮘䖉㱔㩔䖉䓓䖉㘸㣜㢑㘸䓓㢑㱔䇳㺓䮾䮘㵈䇳䮾㣇㱔㣚㕹䊓䮘䮾㢑㣜爐䞭䮘老㢑㘸䊓䇳䖉㘸㣜㭿䖉㱔䖉䇳㱔㱔䇳㢑䓓㱔䮘㣜䮘䇳䖉㱔㘸㣜㕹㘸䊓䤥㛝䇳䮾㺓㱔㺓㩔㕹㱔㣜䮾䥕㣚䮘䮘䇳䊓㣚㕹䥕䓓䊓䒒䤥㧠㣜䮘㱔䖉䇳䒷㘸㺓䖉㣜䖉㱔㘸㻌䇳㣇䮘㕹㣜䮘㵈䑰㱔䮾㢑䉌䤥㺓㣚㘸䊓䇳㱔㢑㱔㩔䥕䖉㱔㵈䊓㺓䓓䮘䥕㵈㕹䮾㕹㘸㢑䑰㱔䮾䇳䖉㱔魯㕹㘸㣜㣇䊓㘸䊓㣇㘸㱔㣚㣜䮘㧠䮘䉌䇳㛝㱔䊓㩔㺓䮾䓓㺎㣚㱔㣜䥕㣚路櫓㧠䮘㣜䤥䇳㱔㱔䖉㣚㱔㱔㘸㣜㺎㣜䖉㺓㱔㢑㱔䞭㺎䤥㕹䮘䖉䊓㣜㘸䮾㱔䤥㵈㕹㺓䊓㑠䇳䥕㺎㶙䮘䇳䞭䁨䮘㱔㣜䖉㣜㱔㕹㘸㣚㣜㕹㘸㻌䇳䊓㱔䊓㩔䤥㱔擄虜䊓㻌䇳

䂩㱔㢑䮘㣇䒒 䮾䇳䊓 㺓㢑㘸㣇䊓 䖉㘸㣜 䇳䥕㣚㕹㱔㣜 䮾㕹䇳䮘 䊓䖉㘸㣚㛝 㧠㢑㘸㣜㱔䊓㩔 㭿䖉㱔䤥 㢑䮘䮘䑰㱔㣜 㛝䮘㣇㱔㣚䞭䥕㢑 㘸㕹㣜 㺓䮘䥕㢑㣜 㱔㘸䊓䮾㢑䤥 㺓䥕䇳 䇳䖉㣚䮘䥕㵈䖉 㧠䥕䮾㢑㣜䮾㕹㵈䊓㩔

㷂㱔 䮘㧠䊓㱔㣚䔀㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䇳㣚㘸㕹䊓䞭䮘㣚䓓㘸䇳䮾䮘㕹䒒 㘸㕹㣜 䖉㘸㣜 䊓䮘䓓㱔 䮾䓓㛝䮘㣚䇳㘸㕹䇳 䶴䥕㱔䊓䇳䮾䮘㕹䊓 䮾㕹 䓓䮾㕹㣜㩔

‘㷘䖉䤥 㣜䮘 㺓䮘㣚㣚䥕㛝䇳㱔㣜 㘸㢑㣇㘸䤥䊓 㵈㣚䮘㣇 㢑㘸㣚㵈㱔㣚 䇳䮘 㵈㱔䇳 㘸 㛝䮘㣇㱔㣚 䥕㛝㦣’ 䖉㱔 䓓䥕䇳䇳㱔㣚㱔㣜 䇳䮘 䖉䮾䓓䊓㱔㢑䞭㩔 “䄈䮾䉌㱔 㘸㢑䮘㕹㱔 㣇䮘㕹’䇳 䊓㘸䔀㱔 䤥䮘䥕䒒 㱔䊓㛝㱔㺓䮾㘸㢑㢑䤥 㕹䮘䇳 㘸㵈㘸䮾㕹䊓䇳 䊓䮘䓓㱔䮘㕹㱔 㢑䮾䑰㱔 䓓㱔㩔”

“䮕䥈㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘䮕㗘” 㭿䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䇳䖉䥕㕹㣜㱔㣚䮘䥕䊓 㣚䮘㘸㣚 䊓䖉䮘䮘䑰 䇳䖉㱔 㺓䮾䇳䤥䒒 㺓㣚䥕䓓㧠㢑䮾㕹㵈 㧠䥕䮾㢑㣜䮾㕹㵈䊓 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䖉㘸㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉䊓䇳䮘䮘㣜 䖉䮾䊓 㛝㣚㱔䔀䮾䮘䥕䊓 䊓㺓㣚㱔㘸䓓㩔

㷂㱔 㧠㣚㘸㺓㱔㣜 䖉䮾䓓䊓㱔㢑䞭 㘸㵈㘸䮾㕹䊓䇳 䇳䖉㱔 䊓䖉䮘㺓䑰㣇㘸䔀㱔䊓䒒 㕹䮘䇳䮾㕹㵈 䇳䖉㱔 䊓䥕㣚㵈㱔 䮾㕹 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 㛝䮘㣇㱔㣚 㘸㕹㣜 䊓䮾䉌㱔㩔

䮘㱔䔀㣚 䖉㱔 㕹㣜㘸㱔㱔䞭㵈䮾㕹䒒䮘”㕹㣜㣇䑰㧠㘸㺓䇳䖉㱔䊓䮘㩔㕹㱔䮾 䥕䇳䮘㣜㱔䖉䊓䮾䇳”䥕㱔㙎

㷂䮘㣇㱔䔀㱔㣚䒒 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䖉㣚㱔㱔㺎䖉㱔㘸㣜㱔㣜 㣜䮘㵈 㣜䮾㣜 㕹䮘䇳 㢑䮾䊓䇳㱔㕹 㘸㕹㣜 䮾㕹䊓䇳㱔㘸㣜 㣚㘸䮾䊓㱔㣜 䮾䇳䊓 䔀䮘䮾㺓㱔 㱔䔀㱔㕹 㢑䮘䥕㣜㱔㣚㩔

“㷂㱔㣚㱔 㣇㱔 㵈䮘 㘸㵈㘸䮾㕹䒒” 䮕㱔䮾㵈㕹 䊓䖉䮘䮘䑰 䖉䮾䊓 䖉㱔㘸㣜 㘸㕹㣜 㣚㘸䮾䊓㱔㣜 䖉䮾䊓 㣇㱔㘸㛝䮘㕹㩔

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㭿䖉㱔 㣚㘸䮾㢑㵈䥕㕹 㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜 䖉䮾䇳 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䞭䮘㣚㱔䖉㱔㘸㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉 㘸 㺓㢑㱔㘸㕹䒒 㛝䮾㱔㣚㺓䮾㕹㵈 䞭䮘㣚㺓㱔㩔 䂩䥕䇳 㧠㱔䞭䮘㣚㱔 䮾䇳 㺓䮘䥕㢑㣜 㱔㰨䮾䇳 䇳䖉㱔 䮘䇳䖉㱔㣚 䊓䮾㣜㱔䒒 䇳䖉㱔 㣇䮘䥕㕹㣜 㧠㱔㵈㘸㕹 䇳䮘 䖉㱔㘸㢑 䮾㕹 㣚㱔㘸㢑㺎䇳䮾䓓㱔㩔

㻌䇳䊓 䞭㢑㱔䊓䖉 䑰㕹䮾䇳䇳㱔㣜 䮾䇳䊓㱔㢑䞭 㧠㘸㺓䑰 䇳䮘㵈㱔䇳䖉㱔㣚 㘸䇳 㘸㕹 㘸䊓䇳䮘㕹䮾䊓䖉䮾㕹㵈 䊓㛝㱔㱔㣜䒒 䊓䮘 䞭㘸䊓䇳 䇳䖉㘸䇳 㧠䤥 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䮾䓓㱔 䇳䖉㱔 㛝㣚䮘㑠㱔㺓䇳䮾㢑㱔 㛝㘸䊓䊓㱔㣜 䇳䖉㣚䮘䥕㵈䖉䒒 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䖉㱔㘸㣜 㢑䮘䮘䑰㱔㣜 㛝㱔㣚䞭㱔㺓䇳㢑䤥 䥕㕹䖉㘸㣚䓓㱔㣜 㘸㵈㘸䮾㕹㩔

䖉”㭿䇳㘸䮾䊓㱔䮕㕹㵈䮾㵈㺓䇳㕹䒒㱔䮾”䖉㘸㣜㧠㢑㣚㕹䮘㱔䮾㱔㣚㱔㩔䖉㵈䮾䊓㣜

㷂㱔 㣇㘸䊓㕹’䇳 㵈㱔㕹䥕䮾㕹㱔㢑䤥 㣇䮘㣚㣚䮾㱔㣜㥍 䮾㕹䊓䇳㱔㘸㣜䒒 䖉㱔 㑠䥕䊓䇳 㣇㘸㕹䇳㱔㣜 䇳䮘 䖉䮾㵈䖉㢑䮾㵈䖉䇳 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䥕㕹䞭㘸䮾㣚 䊓䑰䮾㢑㢑㩔

䒷䔀㱔㕹 䇳䖉㱔 㵈䮾㘸㕹䇳 䖉䥕䓓㘸㕹䮘䮾㣜 㘸㕹㣜 䇳䖉㱔 䊓㕹㘸䑰㱔 䖉㱔 䖉㘸㣜 䞭䮘䥕㵈䖉䇳 㧠㱔䞭䮘㣚㱔 䖉㘸㣜㕹’䇳 䊓䖉䮘㣇㕹 䊓䥕㺓䖉 䶴䥕䮾㺓䑰 㘸㕹㣜 㱔㰨䇳㣚㱔䓓㱔 㣚㱔㵈㱔㕹㱔㣚㘸䇳䮾䔀㱔 㘸㧠䮾㢑䮾䇳䮾㱔䊓㩔

㱔䇳㩔䊓䤥䊓䓓䮾㕹㢑㻌㺓㢑㣚䤥㘸䒒䮘䇳㺓䖉㘸㱔㱔䖉䇳㣇䖉䮘㕹㱔㱔䊓䮘䮘䓓䒒䓓䮾䖉䇳䖉㱔䞭䓓㣚䮘㢑㣚㘸㢑㱔䤥䇳䮾㢑䊓㣜㱔㱔㛝䮘䊓䊓䊓䊓䮾䖉䇳㘸㺓㱔䓓䇳㣚㵈㘸㱔䊓䇳㱔㺓㢑㘸㱔㣜㢑

“䖢㱔䇳’䊓 䊓㱔㱔 䖉䮘㣇 䤥䮘䥕 䖉㘸㕹㣜㢑㱔 䇳䖉䮾䊓䒒” 䖉㱔 䓓䥕䇳䇳㱔㣚㱔㣜 䥕㕹㣜㱔㣚 䖉䮾䊓 㧠㣚㱔㘸䇳䖉㩔

㭿䖉䮾䊓 䇳䮾䓓㱔䒒 䖉㱔 䊓㣇䮾䇳㺓䖉㱔㣜 䓓䮘㣜㱔 䇳䮘 㣚㘸㛝䮾㣜 䞭䮾㣚㱔㩔

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㱔䥕㱔㣚㺓㘸䇳㣚’䊓㱔㷂䇳㘸㣚㱔㩔㱔䖉㣜䥕㕹䊓㱔㢑㘸䊓䖉䮘䇳䔀䓓㱔䮘䖉㱔㢑㣇㣚䊓䇳䮾䊓䖉䮘䇳䓓㘸㱔㣜䮾㷂㱔㣚㵈㱔䔀㕹㱔㘸㱔㣚䮾㱔䇳㣜㘸㩔㱔䊓䖉㘸䇳㱔䖉䇳㱔䇳䞭㣚㘸䮘䇳

㷘䮾䇳䖉 㱔㘸㺓䖉 䊓䥕㺓㺓㱔䊓䊓䮾䔀㱔 䊓䖉䮘䇳䒒 䇳䖉㱔 㣚㘸䮾㢑㵈䥕㕹 㣜䮾䊓㺓䖉㘸㣚㵈㱔㣜 䞭㘸䊓䇳㱔㣚 㘸㕹㣜 䞭㘸䊓䇳㱔㣚 㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜䊓䒒 䊓䇳㣚䮾䑰䮾㕹㵈 䇳䖉㱔 䓓䮾㣜㣜㢑㱔 䖉㱔㘸㣜 㧠㣚䥕䇳㘸㢑㢑䤥㩔

㭿䖉㱔 䮾䓓㛝㘸㺓䇳 䮘䞭 䇳䖉㱔 㣚㘸㛝䮾㣜㺎䞭䮾㣚㱔 㺓㘸䥕䊓㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䖉㱔㘸㣜 䇳䮘 㑠㱔㣚䑰 䔀䮾䮘㢑㱔㕹䇳㢑䤥䒒 㧠䮾䇳䊓 䮘䞭 㺓䮘㣚㣚䥕㛝䇳㱔㣜 䞭㢑㱔䊓䖉 㘸㕹㣜 㧠䮘㕹㱔 䊓㛝㢑䮾㕹䇳㱔㣚䮾㕹㵈 䮘䞭䞭 㣇䮾䇳䖉 㱔㘸㺓䖉 䖉䮾䇳㩔

㣜㱔㛝㱔䒒㢑㣚䮾㵈㕹㘸䥕㱔䖉䇳䖉㣜䮾䊓㱔䊓䊓㛝㱔㢑㣚㑠㺓䇳䮾㱔䮘㣜㘸㕹䊓㘸㱔䊓㣚䥕䇳㘸㱔㣚’㺓䄈䓓䮘䑰㱔㱔䖉䇳㱔㣚㘸䇳㱔㵈㕹㣚䮾㱔䔀㱔䇳㘸㱔䓓䊓㱔㱔㛝䊓㺓䮘䊓㣚䊓㩔䇳䇳㕹㘸㣚㱔㣜㛝㱔㱔䮘䓓䞭㣚䊓㕹䇳䥕㛝㣚䮾䮾㣜㵈䇳䖉㱔䊓㣜㕹䥕䮘㣇

‘㻌䇳’䊓 㕹䮘䇳 㱔㕹䮘䥕㵈䖉 䒒’ 䖉㱔 䇳䖉䮘䥕㵈䖉䇳 䇳䮘 䖉䮾䓓䊓㱔㢑䞭㩔

㻌㕹 䮘㣚㣜㱔㣚 䇳䮘 䮾㕹㺓㣚㱔㘸䊓㱔 䖉䮾䊓 䞭䮾㣚㱔 㛝䮘㣇㱔㣚䒒 䖉㱔 䓓㘸䇳㱔㣚䮾㘸㢑䮾䉌㱔㣜 䇳㣇䮘 㘸㣜㣜䮾䇳䮾䮘㕹㘸㢑 㣚㘸䮾㢑㵈䥕㕹䊓 䮾㕹 䖉䮾䊓 䞭㣚㱔㱔 䖉㘸㕹㣜䊓 㘸㕹㣜 㘸㕹䮘䇳䖉㱔㣚 䮘㕹 䖉䮾䊓 䊓䖉䮘䥕㢑㣜㱔㣚㩔

㛝㕹㘸㣇䮘䊓㱔㱔䖉䥕䊓㣜㕹㣚䮘㣚㛝㱔㣜㢑䮾㘸䊓䒒䊓䮘㛝㱔䖉㱔䊓䇳䇳㱔㕹䊓䇳㘸䮾䮘䇳㢑䮾㕹㣜㘸㣜㘸䒒㱔㵈㘸㣚㣚㘸㧠䇳䖉㱔㣚䮾㵈䮾㕹䞭䮘䞭䮾䊓䖉䮾䮾䇳㕹㱔㣜䞭㱔㕹䊓䮾䖉䇳䮾㷘䮘㺓㣜㱔䊓㕹㩔

㭿䖉㱔 㘸䮾㣚 㘸㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜 䖉䮾䓓 㺓㣚㘸㺓䑰㢑㱔㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉 䊓㛝㘸㣚䑰 䮘䞭 㣚㱔㣜 㱔㢑㱔㺓䇳㣚䮾㺓䮾䇳䤥 㘸䊓 䇳䖉㱔 㣚㘸㛝䮾㣜 䊓䥕㺓㺓㱔䊓䊓䮾䮘㕹 䮘䞭 㛝㣚䮘㑠㱔㺓䇳䮾㢑㱔䊓 䖉㘸䓓䓓㱔㣚㱔㣜 䮾㕹䇳䮘 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 䖉㱔㘸㣜䊓䒒 䮘䔀㱔㣚㣇䖉㱔㢑䓓䮾㕹㵈 䮾䇳䊓 㘸㧠䮾㢑䮾䇳䤥 䇳䮘 䖉㱔㘸㢑㩔

䥈㕹㣜 䞭䮘㣚 㘸 䓓䮘䓓㱔㕹䇳䒒 䮾䇳 㘸㛝㛝㱔㘸㣚㱔㣜 䇳䮘 㧠㱔 㣇䮘㣚䑰䮾㕹㵈 㣇㱔㢑㢑 㱔㕹䮘䥕㵈䖉䒒 㘸䊓 䇳䖉㱔 䖉㱔㘸㣜䒒 㣜㱔䊓㛝䮾䇳㱔 䮾䇳䊓 䊓䮾䉌㱔䒒 㣇㘸䊓 㺓䮘䓓㛝㢑㱔䇳㱔㢑䤥 䓓㘸㕹㵈㢑㱔㣜䒒 㢑㱔㘸䔀䮾㕹㵈 䮘㕹㢑䤥 䇳䖉㱔 㕹㱔㺓䑰 㣚㱔䓓㘸䮾㕹䮾㕹㵈㩔

—㷂㱔䮘㱔㣇䔀㣚

㷘䖉㱔㕹 䖉㱔 䊓䇳䮘㛝㛝㱔㣜䒒 䇳䖉㱔 䓓㘸㕹㵈㢑㱔㣜 㕹㱔㺓䑰 䮘䞭 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔 㧠㱔㵈㘸㕹 䇳䮘 㺓䖉䥕㣚㕹 㣇䮾䇳䖉 㘸㕹 䥕㕹䊓㱔䇳䇳㢑䮾㕹㵈䒒 㵈㣚䮘䇳㱔䊓䶴䥕㱔 䓓䮘䇳䮾䮘㕹㩔

䥈㕹㣜 䮾㕹 䇳䖉㱔 㕹㱔㰨䇳 䓓䮘䓓㱔㕹䇳䒒 䇳䖉㣚㱔㱔 䓓䮘㣚㱔 䖉㱔㘸㣜䊓 㣚㘸㛝䮾㣜㢑䤥 㛝㣚䮘䇳㣚䥕㣜㱔㣜 䞭㣚䮘䓓 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䮘㣚㕹 䞭㢑㱔䊓䖉 㘸䊓 䮾䞭 䇳䖉㱔 㛝㣚㱔䔀䮾䮘䥕䊓 㣜㘸䓓㘸㵈㱔 䖉㘸㣜 㕹㱔䔀㱔㣚 䮘㺓㺓䥕㣚㣚㱔㣜㩔

䮘㕹䍥'”䇳䑰䮾㢑㢑䖉䮾䊓䒒䮘㢑㣜㘸䥕㻌䮾䇳䊓䖉䞭㦣”䮘䞭㱔㕹䮘䮾䮘㺓㱔㩔䔀䓓㱔㣜㣇㣜㱔䮘㱔㣚㕹䮾䇳䇳䖉㵈䮾㕹㵈䮘䊓䮘䥕㣚䇳䇳䞭䮾㘸㕹㣚䮘䇳䮾㕹㱔㢑䇳㢑䮾㕹䮕䮾㵈㱔㕹䮘䇳䞭䮾㕹䮾䊓䖉㱔䮘䤥㛝㺓㢑䇳㢑㱔䓓㣜䇳㕹㱔䔀䮾㱔䔀㘸䖉㱔

㻌䇳 㣇㘸䊓㕹’䇳 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䖉㱔 㢑㘸㺓䑰㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㘸㛝㘸㧠䮾㢑䮾䇳䤥 䇳䮘 㣜䮘 䊓䮘—䮾䞭 䖉㱔 㛝䥕䊓䖉㱔㣜 䖉䮾䓓䊓㱔㢑䞭䒒 䖉㱔 㧠㱔㢑䮾㱔䔀㱔㣜 䖉㱔 㺓䮘䥕㢑㣜 䞭䮾㕹㣜 㘸 㣇㘸䤥 䇳䮘 㣜㱔䊓䇳㣚䮘䤥 䇳䖉㱔 㣇䖉䮘㢑㱔 㧠䮘㣜䤥㩔

㭿䖉㱔 㣚㱔㘸㢑 䮾䊓䊓䥕㱔 㣇㘸䊓 䮾㕹 䇳䖉㱔 䞭㘸㺓䇳 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䖉㱔 䊓䇳䮾㢑㢑 㕹㱔㱔㣜㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 㛝㘸㣚䇳䊓 䮾㕹䇳㘸㺓䇳 䞭䮘㣚 㱔㰨㛝㱔㣚䮾㱔㕹㺓㱔 㘸㕹㣜 䍥㘸㣚䑰 䍥䥕䊓䇳 㛝䮘䮾㕹䇳䊓㩔

䓓䮘㢑㱔㛝㱔䤥㒃㢑䇳䮾䇳㩔㛝䮘㕹䮘㣜䮾䇳㺓䮾㘸䓓㱔㵈㕹䮾䇳㕹㘸䊓’䇳㕹㘸㣇

‘㻌 㕹㱔㱔㣜 䇳䮘 䞭䮾㕹㣜 㘸㕹䮘䇳䖉㱔㣚 㣇㘸䤥䒒 ‘ 䥈䊓 䖉㱔 㛝䮘㕹㣜㱔㣚㱔㣜 䖉䮾䊓 㕹㱔㰨䇳 䓓䮘䔀㱔䒒 䖉㱔 㣇㱔䮾㵈䖉㱔㣜 䖉䮾䊓 䮘㛝䇳䮾䮘㕹䊓 㺓㘸㣚㱔䞭䥕㢑㢑䤥㩔

‘㷘䮾㢑㢑 䇳䖉䮾䊓 㣇䮘㣚䑰㦣’ 㘸㕹 䮾㣜㱔㘸 䊓㛝㘸㣚䑰㱔㣜 䮾㕹 䖉䮾䊓 䓓䮾㕹㣜㩔 㻌䇳 㣇㘸䊓 䖉䮾䊓 㣚㱔㺓㱔㕹䇳㢑䤥 㘸㺓䶴䥕䮾㣚㱔㣜 䊓䑰䮾㢑㢑䒒 㭿㣚䥕㱔 䍥㱔㘸䇳䖉㩔

‘㭿䖉㘸䇳 䊓䑰䮾㢑㢑 㢑㱔䇳䊓 䓓㱔 㧠䤥㛝㘸䊓䊓 㢑䮾䞭㱔㺎䊓㘸䔀䮾㕹㵈 䇳㣚䮾㺓䑰䊓㩔 䄈䮘 䇳䖉㱔䮘㣚㱔䇳䮾㺓㘸㢑㢑䤥䒒 䮾䇳 䊓䖉䮘䥕㢑㣜 㣇䮘㣚䑰 䮘㕹 㺓䖉㱔㘸䇳 㢑䮾䑰㱔 㣚㱔㵈㱔㕹㱔㣚㘸䇳䮾䮘㕹 䇳䮘䮘’ 䖉㱔 䓓䥕䊓㱔㣜䒒 㘸 䊓㛝㘸㣚䑰 䮘䞭 䮾㣜㱔㘸 䞭㢑䮾㺓䑰㱔㣚䮾㕹㵈 䮾㕹 䖉䮾䊓 䓓䮾㕹㣜㩔

㭿䖉䮾䊓 㣇㘸䊓 㘸㢑䊓䮘 䇳䖉㱔 㛝㱔㣚䞭㱔㺓䇳 䮘㛝㛝䮘㣚䇳䥕㕹䮾䇳䤥 䇳䮘 㛝䥕䇳 䇳䖉㱔 㛝䮘㣇㱔㣚 䮘䞭 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䊓䑰䮾㢑㢑 䇳䮘 䇳䖉㱔 䇳㱔䊓䇳㩔

‘䖢㱔䇳’䊓 䊓㱔㱔㩔㩔㩔’ 䮕㱔䮾㵈㕹 䓓䥕䇳䇳㱔㣚㱔㣜䒒 㘸㺓䇳䮾䔀㘸䇳䮾㕹㵈 䇳䖉㱔 䊓䑰䮾㢑㢑 䞭䮘㣚 䇳䖉㱔 䞭䮾㣚䊓䇳 䇳䮾䓓㱔㩔 㷂㱔 䖉㘸㣜㕹’䇳 䖉㘸㣜 㘸㕹䤥䮘㕹㱔 䇳䮘 䇳㱔䊓䇳 䮾䇳 䮘䥕䇳 䮘㕹 㧠㱔䞭䮘㣚㱔㩔

䊓䮾䖉㕹㱔㢑䖉㺓㱔㣜㘸㕹㣜䮘㺓䒒㢑䑰㣜㘸㣚䮾䇳㱔䖉㭿䊓㘸㕹䮘㱔䖉䊓䮾䇳㕹䮾䮘䞭㣚䓓䮘㺓䮘㣚㱔䖉㱔㛝䮘㕹㩔㣇㱔㘸䊓䮾䖉䖉䊓䮾㣚㱔䤥㕹㱔㵈㣚㱔㵈䤥㕹㱔㵈䖉䇳㣚䖉䥕䮘㕹䮾㱔䇳㣚䞭㵈㛝䮾䊓䇳䖉䮾㣚㣜㵈㣚䥕䊓㣜㱔㘸㱔㣜䖉䇳㕹㣚䞭㵈㺓㢑㱔䮾䑰䮾䮘䞭䤥䮘㧠䒒㣜㘸䇳

䥈䇳 䞭䮾㣚䊓䇳䒒 䖉㱔 㱔㰨㛝㱔㺓䇳㱔㣜 䮾䇳 䇳䮘 㺓䮘㕹䊓䥕䓓㱔 㘸 㢑䮘䇳 䮘䞭 㱔㕹㱔㣚㵈䤥䒒 㧠䥕䇳 䇳䖉㱔 㣚㱔㘸㢑䮾䇳䤥 㣇㘸䊓 䓓䥕㺓䖉 䖉㘸㣚䊓䖉㱔㣚㩔 䥈䊓 䖉㱔 䇳㣚䮾㱔㣜 䇳䮘 䞭㱔㱔㣜 䮾䇳 䇳䮘 䖉䮾䊓 㣚㘸䮾㢑 㵈䥕㕹 㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜䒒 䖉㱔 䞭㱔㢑䇳 䖉䮾䊓 䇳䖉䮾㣚㣜 㺓䮘㣚㱔 㣜㱔㛝㢑㱔䇳㱔 㺓䮘䓓㛝㢑㱔䇳㱔㢑䤥㩔

‘㭿䖉䮾䊓 䇳䖉䮾㕹㵈 㺓䮘䊓䇳 䇳䮘䮘 䓓䥕㺓䖉䒒’ 䖉㱔 㵈㣚䥕䓓㧠㢑㱔㣜䒒 㣚㱔㘸㢑䮾䉌䮾㕹㵈 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䮘㢑㢑 㻿㭿㣚䥕㱔 䍥㱔㘸䇳䖉㑩 䖉㘸㣜 䇳㘸䑰㱔㕹 䮘㕹 䖉䮾䊓 㱔㕹㱔㣚㵈䤥 㣚㱔䊓㱔㣚䔀㱔䊓㩔

䮘䞭㘸㢑㢑䖉䊓㱔䮘䇳㕹䥈㣜 㱔㕹㱔㵈㩔䊓㱔䮾㣚 䊓㣇䮾䊓㱔㕹䇳 䖉㱔 䓓㣚㢑㱔㱔㺎㘸䮾䇳 䇳㱔㣚㘸䮘㕹㺓㺓㣜㕹䇳㱔㕹䮾 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䞭䞭㱔㺓㱔

㭿䖉㱔 䮾㕹䇳㱔㕹䊓㱔 㛝䮘㣇㱔㣚 㧠㱔㵈㘸㕹 䇳䮘 㣜㱔䇳㱔㣚䮾䮘㣚㘸䇳㱔 䇳䖉㱔 㣚㘸䮾㢑㵈䥕㕹 䮾䇳䊓㱔㢑䞭䒒 䞭䮘㣚㺓䮾㕹㵈 䖉䮾䓓 䇳䮘 䥕䊓㱔 䖉䮾䊓 䂩䮘㕹㱔 㒃䮘㕹䇳㣚䮘㢑 䇳䮘 㛝㣚㱔䔀㱔㕹䇳 䮾䇳 䞭㣚䮘䓓 㺓㣚䥕䓓㧠㢑䮾㕹㵈 㘸㣇㘸䤥㩔

䥈䊓 䖉䮾䊓 㣚㘸䮾㢑㵈䥕㕹 䖉㱔㢑㣜 䮘㕹䒒 䖉㱔 㣇㘸䇳㺓䖉㱔㣜 㘸䊓 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䖉㣚㱔㱔㺎䖉㱔㘸㣜㱔㣜 㣜䮘㵈’䊓 䖉㱔㘸㣜䊓 䮘㛝㱔㕹㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔䮾㣚 䓓㘸㣇䊓㩔

䮘䓓䞭㣚 䊓’㺓㱔㣚㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕 㕹㣇䮾䇳䮾䖉 㕹䮾㱔㕹䤥㱔㵈㣚㩔㣜㘸㱔䖉䓓䮾㘸䊓䓓㘸㕹䮘䇳㱔㺓㺓㣚䇳㣜㘸㕹㱔 㘸 㱔䖉䇳 䖉㺓㘸㱔䮘䇳 䊓䖉䮾䇳䞭 㘸䊓 㧠㱔㵈㘸㕹㷂㱔㱔䊓㕹㣜㱔䊓

㟥㕹㢑䮾䑰㱔 㧠㱔䞭䮘㣚㱔䒒 䇳䖉䮾䊓 䓓䮾㘸䊓䓓㘸 㣇㘸䊓 㕹䮘䇳 䓓㱔㣚㱔㢑䤥 䇳䮘㰨䮾㺓 㘸䮾㣚㥍 䮾䇳 㧠䥕㣚㕹㱔㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉 㘸 㣜㘸㣚䑰 䮾㕹䇳㱔㕹䊓䮾䇳䤥䒒 㱔䓓䮾䇳䇳䮾㕹㵈 㧠㢑㘸㺓䑰 䞭㢑㘸䓓㱔䊓 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䖉㱔㘸䇳㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 䊓䥕㣚㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜䮾㕹㵈 㘸䮾㣚㩔

“䄈䮘 䤥䮘䥕 㛝㢑㘸㕹 䇳䮘 䥕䊓㱔 䤥䮘䥕㣚 䇳㣚䥕䓓㛝 㺓㘸㣚㣜 䇳䮘䮘㦣 䖢㱔䇳’䊓 䊓㱔㱔 㣇䖉䮘 䖉㘸䊓 䇳䖉㱔 㧠䮾㵈㵈㱔㣚 㵈䥕㕹䒒” 䮕㱔䮾㵈㕹 㺓䖉㘸㢑㢑㱔㕹㵈㱔㣜䒒 㱔㰨㺓䮾䇳㱔㣜 䇳䮘 䊓㱔㱔 䇳䖉㱔 㘸䞭䇳㱔㣚䓓㘸䇳䖉 䮘䞭 䇳䖉䮾䊓 㺓㢑㘸䊓䖉㩔

㷂㱔 䇳㕹䮘䮾㣇㛝㱔㘸䒒䮘㕹 䖉䮾䊓 㱔㩔㺓䖉㵈㣚㘸㱔㵈䤥㱔㕹㣚㣜㘸㕹 㕹䖉㢑䇳㕹䮾㵈䮾㵈 䥕䞭㱔㣜䊓㕹䮾 䮾㕹㱔㵈㘸䇳㱔䔀䓓㱔䮘㣚 䇳䊓䮾 䇳㕹䮾㵈䊓䮾䞭䤥㕹㕹㱔䮾

㷂䮾䊓 䮾㕹㺓㣚㱔㘸䊓㱔㣜 㺓䮘㕹㣜䥕㺓䇳䮾䔀䮾䇳䤥 㣜䥕㱔 䇳䮘 䖉㘸䔀䮾㕹㵈 䓓䮘㣚㱔 䓓㱔䇳㘸㢑㢑䮾㺓 㧠䮘㕹㱔䊓 㘸䓓㛝㢑䮾䞭䮾㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 䓓㘸㵈㕹㱔䇳䮾㺓 䞭䮾㱔㢑㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉䮾㕹 䇳䖉㱔 㧠㘸㣚㣚㱔㢑䒒 䊓䇳㘸㧠䮾㢑䮾䉌䮾㕹㵈 䇳䖉㱔 䊓㛝䮾㕹㕹䮾㕹㵈 㛝㣚䮘㑠㱔㺓䇳䮾㢑㱔 㱔䞭䞭䮘㣚䇳㢑㱔䊓䊓㢑䤥

䥈䊓 䇳䖉㱔 䖉䥕䓓䓓䮾㕹㵈 䊓䮘䥕㕹㣜 㵈㣚㱔㣇 㢑䮘䥕㣜㱔㣚 㘸㕹㣜 㢑䮘䥕㣜㱔㣚䒒 䇳䖉㱔 㘸䮾㣚 㘸㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜 䖉䮾䓓 㘸㢑䊓䮘 䊓䇳㘸㣚䇳㱔㣜 䇳䮘 䖉㱔㘸䇳 䥕㛝㩔 㫏䮘㣚㱔 㘸㕹㣜 䓓䮘㣚㱔 㘸㣚㺓䊓 䮘䞭 㱔㢑㱔㺓䇳㣚䮾㺓䮾䇳䤥 㧠㱔㵈㘸㕹 䇳䮘 㢑㱔㘸䑰 䞭㣚䮘䓓 䖉䮾䊓 㧠䮘㣜䤥䒒 㣜㣚㘸㣇㕹 䇳䮘㣇㘸㣚㣜䊓 䇳䖉㱔 㣚㘸䮾㢑㵈䥕㕹㩔

䖉㱔㢑䮾㷘㱔䖉䇳䮘䇳㣇䇳㘸䮾㱔㣜䖉㱔㱔䖉䒒䮾䊓㢑㧠䉌䇳㱔㘸㣜䮾㱔㕹㣚㵈㱔䤥䖉䇳㱔㱔㱔㺓㛝䞭㣚䇳㛝䤥䇳㕹䇳䥕䮘䮾㣚㛝䮘㱔䊓䥕䮘䞭㣚䮾䇳㩔

‘㒃䮘䓓㱔 䮘㕹䒒 䖉䥕㣚㣚䤥 䥕㛝 㘸㕹㣜 䥕䊓㱔 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䇳㣚䥕䓓㛝 㺓㘸㣚㣜 䮘䞭 䤥䮘䥕㣚䊓䒒 ‘䖉㱔 䇳䖉䮘䥕㵈䖉䇳㩔

䥈䊓 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䖉㣚㱔㱔㺎䖉㱔㘸㣜㱔㣜 㣜䮘㵈 䥕㕹㢑㱔㘸䊓䖉㱔㣜 䮾䇳䊓 㧠㢑㘸㺓䑰 䞭㢑㘸䓓㱔䊓䒒 䇳䖉㱔 䊓㱔㛝㘸㣚㘸䇳㱔 䊓䇳㣚㱔㘸䓓䊓 䮘䞭 䞭䮾㣚㱔 䓓㱔㣚㵈㱔㣜 䇳䮘㵈㱔䇳䖉㱔㣚 䮾㕹䇳䮘 㘸 䊓䮾㕹㵈㢑㱔䒒 䓓㘸䊓䊓䮾䔀㱔 㑠㱔䇳 䞭㢑㘸䓓㱔 䮘䞭 㣜㘸㣚䑰㕹㱔䊓䊓㩔

䊓㱔䒒䞭 䮾㣜㱔䮾䮾䞭㱔䮾㣚㕹㕹䇳䮘㵈䮾㣚㣇㵈㕹䮘㕹㣚㵈㱔䇳㣚䊓㣜䤥㺓㢑䮾㣚㱔䇳㣇䒒䮾㣜㱔㣚㩔㕹䮕㵈䮾㱔㘸㣜㕹㭿䖉㱔䮘㢑㢑㘸䮘㺓䊓䊓䇳㘸㱔䞭䖉䇳㣇䮘㢑㣚㣚䓓㱔㘸㱔䓓䮾㣜㘸㣚㱔䊓㱔䓓㧠㢑䮾㕹㵈

㷂㱔 䊓䇳䮘䮘㣜 䞭䮾㣚䓓䒒 㱔䤥㱔䊓 䞭䮾㰨㱔㣜 䮘㕹 䇳䖉㱔 㘸㛝㛝㣚䮘㘸㺓䖉䮾㕹㵈 䮾㕹䞭㱔㣚㕹䮘

㻌㕹䊓䇳㱔㘸㣜 䮘䞭 㣚㱔䇳㣚㱔㘸䇳䮾㕹㵈䒒 䖉㱔 䊓䇳䮘䮘㣜 䖉䮾䊓 㵈㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜㩔 䥈㕹㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉 㘸 㺓䮘㕹䞭䮾㣜㱔㕹䇳 㱔㰨㛝㣚㱔䊓䊓䮾䮘㕹䒒 䖉㱔 䥕㕹㢑㱔㘸䊓䖉㱔㣜 䇳䖉㱔 㺓䖉㘸㣚㵈㱔㣜 㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜㩔

㗪㗪㗪㗪㗪㗪㗘

䍥㘸㣚䑰㺎㣚㱔㣜 䊓䇳㣚㱔㘸䑰䊓 䮘䞭 㢑䮾㵈䖉䇳㕹䮾㕹㵈 㺓㣚㘸㺓䑰㢑㱔㣜 䇳䖉㣚䮘䥕㵈䖉 䇳䖉㱔 㘸䮾㣚䒒 䞭䮘㢑㢑䮘㣇㱔㣜 㧠䤥 㘸 䇳䖉䥕㕹㣜㱔㣚䮘䥕䊓 㣚䮘㘸㣚 㘸䊓 䇳䖉㱔 㛝㣚䮘㑠㱔㺓䇳䮾㢑㱔 䊓䖉䮘䇳 䞭䮘㣚䇳䖉 䞭㣚䮘䓓 䇳䖉㱔 㧠㘸㣚㣚㱔㢑㩔

㭿䖉㱔 㺓䖉㘸㣚㵈㱔㣜 㣚䮘䥕㕹㣜 䞭㢑㱔㣇 䮾㕹䇳䮘 䇳䖉㱔 䞭㢑㘸䓓㱔 㣇䮾䇳䖉 䊓䥕㺓䖉 䮾㕹㺓㣚㱔㣜䮾㧠㢑㱔 䊓㛝㱔㱔㣜 㘸㕹㣜 䔀䮾䮘㢑㱔㕹䇳 䞭䮘㣚㺓㱔 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䮾䇳 䊓㱔㱔䓓㱔㣜 䇳䮘 㣜㱔䞭䤥 䇳䖉㱔 㢑㘸㣇䊓 䮘䞭 㛝䖉䤥䊓䮾㺓䊓㩔

䤥㕹㘸㛝㣚䮘㩔㢑㱔㺓㑠䇳䮾㱔䇳㱔䥕䮘㣚䇳㱔䖉㘸㱔䖉䔀䞭䮘䇳㱔㘸㱔䇳 㱔㢑䓓㣚㣚㣜䥕㣇䥕䮘㛝䊓䖉䥕㺓䮘䇳㱔䖉㣚㢑䊓䖉㱔㢑䓓㱔㢑㣜㱔䇳䮘䡪䒒㘸䓓㢑㢑㣚䤥㕹㣜䤥㘸㣚䮾㣚䮘

㷂䮘㣇㱔䔀㱔㣚䒒 䇳䖉䮾䊓 䮘㕹㱔 㣇㘸䊓 㣜䮾䞭䞭㱔㣚㱔㕹䇳㩔

㻌䇳䊓 䓓䮘䓓㱔㕹䇳䥕䓓 㣇㘸䊓 䊓䮘 䊓䇳㣚䮘㕹㵈 䇳䖉㘸䇳 䇳䖉㱔 䞭㢑㘸䓓㱔䊓 㘸䇳䮘䓓䊓 㧠㘸㣚㱔㢑䤥 䖉㘸㣜 䇳䮾䓓㱔 䇳䮘 㣚㱔㘸㺓䇳 㘸䊓 䮾䇳 㛝䮾㱔㣚㺓㱔㣜 䇳䖉㣚䮘䥕㵈䖉 䇳䖉㱔䓓 㢑䮾䑰㱔 㘸 㧠䥕㢑㢑㱔䇳 䇳䖉㣚䮘䥕㵈䖉 㛝㘸㛝㱔㣚㩔

䖉䮘䇳䇳䥕㧠䥕䮘㕹㱔㵈䖉㣇㣚㕹䇳㘸㣚㘸㕹䮘䇳㕹䮘䇳䮘䖉䇳㱔䮘㣚㱔㕹䔀㱔䥕㧠㱔䊓䖉㣚㣜㘸䮾䊓㕹㵈㘸䇳䮘䊓㘸㢑䤥䖉䇳㱔䇳䖉㱔䊓㱔䞭㢑㘸䓓䒒㵈㣜㣜䮘䮾㩔㕹㵈䑰㣚㣜㘸䇳㱔䖉㱔㱔㣇㣚㘸㣜䖉㕹䒒㵈䮾㱔䒒䮕㕹

䥈䞭䇳㱔㣚 䇳䖉㱔 㛝㣚䮘㑠㱔㺓䇳䮾㢑㱔 㺓䮘䓓㛝㢑㱔䇳㱔㢑䤥 㛝㘸䊓䊓㱔㣜 䇳䖉㣚䮘䥕㵈䖉 䇳䖉㱔 䞭㢑㘸䓓㱔䊓䒒 䮾䇳 䊓䇳㣚䥕㺓䑰 䇳䖉㱔 㺓㣚㱔㘸䇳䥕㣚㱔’䊓 㺓䖉㱔䊓䇳 㩔

䥈 䊓䖉䮘㺓䑰㣇㘸䔀㱔 㣚䮾㛝㛝㢑㱔㣜 䮘䥕䇳㣇㘸㣚㣜 䞭㣚䮘䓓 䇳䖉㱔 㛝䮘䮾㕹䇳 䮘䞭 䮾䓓㛝㘸㺓䇳䒒 䊓㱔㕹㣜䮾㕹㵈 䇳䖉㱔 䇳䖉㣚㱔㱔㺎䖉㱔㘸㣜㱔㣜 㣜䮘㵈 䊓䇳㘸㵈㵈㱔㣚䮾㕹㵈 㧠㘸㺓䑰㣇㘸㣚㣜

䇳䮾㺓㵈䮾䮾㢑㱔㕹㣚㘸䮘㣚䇳䇳䖉㘸䖉㭿㱔㺓㘸䇳㱔䮾㢑㢑䓓㘸䞭㱔䮘㺓㣚㘸㺓㣚䊓䮘䊓䮾䇳䊓㱔㱔㛝㣜䒒㩔㢑㱔㧠䞭䇳㘸㱔㢑㣜䮾䇳䖉䇳䮘䥕䖉㵈㣚㱔㺓㱔㣜䖉䮘䮘䞭㺓䮾䖉䇳䑰䞭䮘䒒䮾䖉㣜㱔㧠㣇㢑䮘䇳䖉㱔㣚㱔㵈㕹㘸㱔䖉䇳㺓㣚㱔㘸㺓䑰㣜

“䮕䥈㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘㷘䮕㗘”

‘䍥䮾㣜 䮾䇳 㱔䔀㱔㕹 㣇䮘㣚䑰㦣’ 䮕㱔䮾㵈㕹 䓓䥕䇳䇳㱔㣚㱔㣜 㣇䮾䇳䖉 䥕㕹㺓㱔㣚䇳㘸䮾㕹䇳䤥 㩔㩔

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Chapter 239: Political Mess
The three-headed dog, enraged by the gaping hole in its chest that refused to heal, lunged towards Reign. Each head roared furiously, their combined voices creating a deafening sound that shook the ground.

‘Why didn’t it work?’ he pondered, watching the giant three-headed dog get closer .

He had expected the creature to collapse right away. But, it remained furious and powerful as ever, except for the wound.

Quickly assessing the situation, he reasoned,’ So, even True Death can’t fully stop it.’

‘It must be composed of different organisms,’ he concluded.

True Death had worked, killing the organism struck directly. But, the creature managed to evade instant death. This was due to its nature, which was composed of parts rather than a single entity.

The three-headed dog finally reached him. Its eyes burned with rage. It lunged forward, swinging its right claw.

He saw the attack coming, but it moved too slowly, that he decided to dodge at the very last moment.

Reign shifted sideways, eyes fixed intently on the creature’s movement.

He noticed the energy from the chest wound. It was slowly corrupting the creature from within. Dark-red veins spread, causing flesh and bone to decay.

‘Interesting’ he muttered. ‘My skill is killing it, but not quickly enough.’

The dog charged again, its movements slower and more labored this time.

Recognizing the opportunity, Reign flew to the left, avoiding a swipe of its massive claws, then backward to evade its snapping jaws.

Seeing its slow decline, he flew higher, waiting for its inevitable death.

The creature, enraged and desperate, leaped high into the air but couldn’t reach him.

He hovered just out of reach, observing its futile attempts with a calm, curious gaze.

“RAAWWWWR!” The three heads roared in unison, opening their maws and spewing dark flames into the air.

The attack, however, was much weaker than before. Reign endured the damage and basked in the residual heat, feeling almost as if he were in a sauna.

This was the unfair advantage of being a demon lord with balanced stats.

Some demons might excel in attack power but lack defensive capabilities, while others could have the opposite.

But, due to the system, Reign’s basic attributes were evenly distributed across the board.

He could stay in this place and let it attack him, and the poor creature wouldn’t even be able to break through his defenses.

‘This thing’s attack power is only at the Peak Upper Demon Level in terms of damage,’ he pondered.

‘It has a wide range, but the damage itself isn’t that threatening. To be honest, the flame from the hunter with the Fire Drake Breathing technique during Rune Overload Mode was hotter.’

While he contemplated leisurely about this, the raging inferno in the air stopped.

As it subsided, the creature roared in frustration after seeing that Reign had sustained no damage.

Though his external bones had been churned, his already blackened appearance masked any visible signs.

“You should really just accept your death,” Reign murmured, eyes fixed on the flailing creature below.

It was showing signs of dying.

Death energy continued to corrupt its insides, spreading from the chest wound. Its movements grew erratic, its roars shifting to pained growls, the red glow in its eyes dimming with each passing moment.

Maintaining altitude, he watched patiently. Engaging it directly seemed unnecessary; there was no need to rush. The death energy was effective, though slower than he hoped.

Finally, the three-headed dog collapsed, twitching as death energy took its toll. It let out a final, agonized roar before falling silent and slowly descending to the ground. Its massive body caused the ground to tremble upon impact.

BURST!

Reign wasted no time. Hundreds of tendrils shot from his body, piercing the giant corpse as he absorbed it.

The beast shrank rapidly, but Reign did not gain any experience points. This outcome had been expected.

“I knew this wouldn’t be enough,” he muttered ‘The stronger I get, the harder it is to level up.’

‘It’s okay. I learned a lot from this battle,’ he nodded in satisfaction.

Though he didn’t level up, the battle had not been in vain. Dark Dust Points would still offset his negative.

Reflecting on the intense battle, he pondered how to better use “True Death” in the future.

“True Death worked against regeneration,” Reign thought. “But its limits are clear with creatures composed of many entities.”

Reviewing the fight mentally, he noted True Death’s impacts and shortcomings. This analysis would refine his tactics in the future.

Ideas raced as he considered enhancing True Death’s effectiveness. Combining it with other skills or techniques might yield better results.

Experimenting would unlock its full potential. But, that was a concern for the future. For now, he was curious to see what had happened to the other cities.

“Time to move on,”

****

<Green Valley City Capitol>

<Governor’s Officer>

“What’s happening? How could we lose four cities in just two months?” Governor David exclaimed, frustration evident as he rubbed his temples while seated at his desk, reading over the reports.

“This is already beyond my control… one more city…” he mumbled, but before he could finish, the door slammed open.

His assistant rushed in, breathless with urgency.

“Governor! Another city has been destroyed!”

“No… No way,” he slumped in his chair, as if all the energy had drained from his body.

This was the final straw.

“Leave me,” he instructed his assistant, waving him off.

Next, he slowly opened his desk and found a black metallic briefcase inside.

Entering the code, he opened it to reveal a special type of paper: his Special Seal of Authority.

As a Regional Governor, the power of his seal was much better than normal city governors.

However, in this case, it also meant that he couldn’t handle his region well, so he would be forced to resign and relinquish full control of the region to a Tier 2 City for three whole years.

It was the worst type of political scenario.

Regions that reached this point were heavily taken advantage of; all resources would essentially be exploited freely, and after three years, the entire region would be left with only the bare minimum.

He had even heard of some regions choosing to extend the three-year period because they wouldn’t be able to sustain themselves independently.

The governor began writing his request and resignation letter at the same time.

When he finished, he knew he would become the laughingstock of everyone, with no way to return to the political world

‘I’ll just transfer my family to a Tier 2 city and spend my days there until I die,’ he sighed.

The long political history of his family would come to an end with him, and he would be labeled as an incompetent fool by the next generation.

After wrapping things up, he picked up the phone and called several people.

He needed to quickly transfer his assets to his sons and daughters and arrange for them to relocate to a Tier 2 city as soon as possible.

David had many enemies, and if they discovered his plan to resign, there was a high chance they would try to assassinate him and his family.

“Honey where are you?. I want you all to get ready. You need to catch the next train to Skyline Bay.”