Deceased Trapped in a Game

8th floor – Lv. 415 Lava Hammer Battalion (3)

A few months ago was a significant day for Teddont as well.

I knew the exiles well.

It’s not necessarily his fault for appearing everywhere in his life and behaving like a nuisance.

The history of this continent has been recorded since ancient times, the existence of a foreigner called exile.

Some of them even became a part of history.

To be honest, Todont didn’t really believe in that fact. Because I’ve never seen such a great exile.

That thought may have crept in when the orc’s great hero told him to beware of the exiles.

His reaction made Kakrish laugh.

“It’s hard to believe in something you haven’t experienced. I know it well, shaman.”

Saying that, Kakrish’s hands were empty.

Because it was stolen by a ruthless exile.

The great hero was not an orc assassin, but he had a personality that did not hesitate to approach the enemy with caution.

It is unclear whether he worshiped the god of the abyss instead of the god of war.

Was it personality or was it faith?

The weapon that symbolizes him is the sacred relic of the abyss that has been handed down from ancient times.

Legend has it that this great hero wields the dagger and fights in a manner close to fighting.

The weapon is now stolen.

“You’re a nasty rat. I’ll catch you and kill you before it spreads the disease further.”

At those words, Kakrish once again warned the exiles to beware.

And he proved his words.

by death to the exile.

The exile I met again was different in many ways.

It was because he felt that he could not win even though it would have cost a lot to subdue the Great Orc Hero.

Tedundt sat down next to the corpse of the fallen orc great hero.

I wondered if this life would end here.

But instead of killing him, the exile asked for a conversation.

Teddont realized that the tales of a powerful and cunning exile in the legends were true.

The man’s tongue was very cunning and penetrated his heart.

However, because of that, there was no sincerity that resonated with me.

There is no element that does not convince him, even his voice, his tone, his facial expression, and every gesture.

But it was false.

As I said, it wasn’t talking about a cause, nor was it coming out for peace on the continent.

Not to worry about the fairies, nor for the future of humans.

only for their own benefit.

Still, Twitton listened to the conversation. I didn’t mean to live.

It was just interesting. The cooperation he seeks from Tedund was for his disciple.

I never fell for the man’s words.

However, there was clearly a part in which twins and men had the same opinion.

Humans cannot live as orcs.

That is why we are born differently.

Let’s bring the disciple back as a human.

Exiles have a way to do that.

It is because he is an exile.

Of course, there was also a change in Twitton.

Even if it didn’t touch my heart, there are parts that are affected.

Because it is true that Twint was tired of his life.

The crafty exile laughed as if he knew everything.

and held out his hand.

What’s the problem if neither of us loses?

While the god of war was not watching for a moment, the twinkle took hold of the man’s outstretched hand.

And clasped hands and waved. It seems to be a human custom.

* * *

When the storm is about to come. The master’s story is over.

The disciple was not very impressed with the life history of his master.

The master did not talk about his life in detail.

He simply described how he felt in life and how his thoughts changed.

Some of them were only known later.

It was neither an attitude of persuasion nor an attitude of reproach.

If there was any feeling of teaching, the disciple would have stopped listening.

He must have spent the time covering his ears and pretending to listen quietly.

However, the master talked about his life casually, like a mercenary who just told a story from the past, like a mercenary who got drunk and told his story.

When the story was over, the disciple asked.

It was the only meaning the Master had expressed.

“Do you want me to go back to being human again?”

“okay.”

The disciple tilted his head.

I know what that means. But why?

Why does this old shaman care so much about himself?

“I do not know either.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe it’s the whim of an old man. Cuckold.”

The disciple sighed.

It was a deep, deep sigh.

“Then what should I do?”

“Would you like to go back to being human?”

“Isn’t that exile trying to take advantage of me? I don’t like it.”

“Then you can use that exile too.”

“How do you mean?”

So, Tedund said his thoughts.

Hearing this, the disciple opened his mouth.

“It’s a riot. As I said before, the God of Discipline will not tolerate it.”

Todd laughed.

“What did the God of Discipline value the most?”

It was a question that could be answered immediately.

“It’s money.”

Todd nodded his head.

“Then how much loss must the god of discipline have suffered by losing you.”

Seeing the disciple blinking in shock, Teddont smiled low again.

Although hidden by the name Daeseong-nyeo, she is a young girl after all. He was in this position because he was faithful and had more talent than that.

They are ignorant of politics and even more ignorant of world affairs.

It was only after I became an orc that I learned about life outside the temple.

“They say they are angry, and they are looking for you eagerly. It would be nothing more than a little bloodshed. What should I do before the discipline changes its name to war?”

“Is that so…….”

The disciple decided.

* * *

“Is it really going to be that good?”

“It’s normal. I don’t know that the god of discipline is busy looking at other servers as well.”

“Information imbalance… it’s terrifying.”

“I’m going to say that. It’s something that senior exiles often do to their juniors.”

“Ugh, humans are the scariest.”

“Am I no longer human?”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Jokes aside, God is a business relationship with the exiles, but not with the inhabitants of the labyrinth.

To them, he is truly a ‘god’.

The attitude towards them is bound to be different.

Especially if you are a high-ranking priest, you really devote your whole body to obeying the gods.

Every action follows the doctrine. Their lives are dedicated to God.

To the inhabitants of the labyrinth, God itself is nothing less than a ‘law’.

Surely such a being.

“That’s why I tend to humble myself. I downgrade myself to be a god’s tool, and take care of my humility as a mere devotee.”

“But to God, it’s part of the business.”

“Because the number and strength of the followers is the influence of the gods.”

Nevertheless, God cannot intervene directly due to the constraint of the Goddess.

It is impossible to pass on the knowledge and experience as senior exiles to the believers.

It’s frustrating and I’m dying, but I have to just watch them gossip.

The god of war would probably have tried to convince me if I hadn’t declared my hostility openly.

If the number of residents of the labyrinth is close to basic stamina, then exiles with a suitable understanding are truly effective tools and means.

A being who can scratch the itchy areas that God cannot directly scratch.

If he proves his competence, the exiles are constantly receiving love calls from the gods.

[The god of nature is envious of the good fortune that has come to chaos.]

“So the saint is probably digging a lot? Is this right or wrong? What can I do when I go back? Where does my heart go?”

“You said a saint was about the same age as me? It could be. I did too. Puberty is dangerous.”

‘You’re still furious enough… … .’ I got bored trying to say the same thing.

“I would say that the god of discipline is a good god. God himself is crazy. The believers firmly believe that God’s personality will be completely the same as that restricted by the throne.”

“So you’re a prisoner.”

“Great power comes with a great price. Shinto is a service profession in its own way.”

The girl made a face saying, ‘I understand perfectly.’

So is the hunter and the youngest. The little boy doesn’t seem interested. It seems that he is busy practicing his magical powers while he is on his back.

“But, will Twitdon make it so easy for you to do what you want?”

The girl seems to recall the figure of an old orc shaman again.

It is said that the first shock felt in the labyrinth was the gryphon, but it was also the dawn that was scary enough to erase the shock.

Can a human fight against such an enemy?

Now that I know more about the labyrinth, I may have changed my mind, but it was a huge shock at the time.

“Thanks to the shaman, I knew for sure what it meant to treat the NPCs you spoke of as human beings.”

“So, I’m going to do what I want.”

What would I do to move the twinkle?

The future me would probably say that.

To appear as a seasoned swindler who hides his plans as much as possible.

Twitch will think. He’s not completely trustworthy. But if it’s for each other’s needs, it’s worth working together.

Consistency of Interest. Just at that line your thoughts will stop.

A level of clumsiness that can be discerned from the insight of an old and seasoned shaman with a moderately revealing plot is important.

Rather, it creates trust.

Twitund will think that he has somewhat grasped the thin tricks of his opponent. So, on the contrary, you become optimistic that you will only be able to soak your feet as much as you need to, even if you accept the deal.

That’s basically how scams work.

You must be persuading the saint instead of me by now.

You must think that you are negotiating a good compromise on a very reasonable line.

No exile would have told Tedund the truth of the labyrinth.

His life, the trajectory he had lived, and even another path he might have walked.

Who would have thought that there would be other people who knew all such possibilities.

* * *

Because there were two vampires, it was necessary to take measures against sunlight.

The cloaks that the kid brought from the future were sure to have a blackout function. But wearing it doesn’t mean you’re completely free from sunlight.

Two suits were put on, and the other two were woven with pieces of wood to form a frame, and then covered them up like a moving tent and carried them on their backs.

I’m glad I’m a vampire who doesn’t get tired.

The little boy also carried it on his back.

As a result, the movement was very slow. It moves quickly and burns from there once properly exposed to direct sunlight.

Barbaroy survived by recovering from the high-class vampire period, but Nana is still a vampire child.

Even so, the tundra in winter is always cloudy, so it is possible to travel. If the weather was sunny, you would have to dig into the ground and hide during the day.

The sun went down again as I was moving so slowly along the street I had been running on horseback.

From then on, it moved quickly. The place where the carcass of the dead horse was buried was also visible.

As I look back all night on the road I came from, even the dawn is coming to an end.

As the road was about to start to strike, I finally saw the army of Greenskins retreating from far away in the direction of the human country.

It can be detected from several kilometers away.

There’s no way the greenskins in those lands can hide it.

Even if it’s in the middle of the enemy line.

It’s not good to be detected after using magic detection, so I had a hunter with good eyes and related skills to observe.

Even in my eyes, I can see huge figures in the distance.

Of course, ogres and trolls wearing iron armor move slower than their bare body.

So, the heavily armed ogres and trolls are selected from only the elite warriors who fly far more than other monsters with their bodies wearing iron armor.

A unit like the shock battalion is like a special forces unit in the Korean army.

Because it’s a greenskin, it’s not like a factor assassination for special operations, it’s just very strong.

Is it the same in terms of being a minority group?

It is safe to say that each member of the squadron is a boss level. A heavily armed troll who trains hard. How terrible and terrifying is this.

As a battalion executive, he’s a really decent boss, and if left alone, the battalion commander is chosen by the labyrinth and may become a new [hero unit].

To be honest, out of the hand I have right now, unless I am the Spirit King, there is no chance of winning. You must never fight.

And now there is no way to mobilize the Spirit King. It would be hard to squeeze my life out.

He’s like a hippo that eats magic.

He carefully collects information in the dark.

The sun is setting, but you can’t go wrong in a hurry.

The current location is not far from the fortress that has been captured and burned.

The Lava Hammer Battalion seems to have spent the night joining the Stormcry Brigade.

He looks like he’s making his bed.

According to the little vampire’s words, the present self, twinkle, and the saint are all there.

Then you’ll have to sneak in between them and make a tangent to the twinkle, but if you get caught, you’ll die. really die

“Can’t we just blow off Meteor as cool as we did back then?”

“First of all, I don’t have time to prepare. And with that power, they won’t get seriously hurt?”

Quite a few trolls survived even on the 6th floor.

Since it is a much higher level, [Meteor Swarm] will not be able to produce a meaningful lethality.

“Anyway, if you go over there and tell me this, it’ll be alright.”

“Isn’t [hero unit] that strong?”

“That’s what it’s like to be a hero who controls how the history of a race will flow. First of all, you have to be very strong to have an influence in this land of the weak and strong.”

“Is there such a thing as fate?”

“Neither a dog nor a cow can be the protagonists of history. The future Gobletarian Federation must be seen as one way or another because [hero units] were intertwined.”

The girl ponders a little before answering.

“Then do we have to save that saint?”

“Is that so?”

It will be related in some way. I don’t know what that saint will do when she goes back to the human camp.

It is so systematically in the labyrinth.

The future doesn’t change so easily. It is always the [hero unit] and the [race mainstream] derived from it that step at the fork of fate.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Just as God is bound to be bound by exiles, exiles who try to master history must be bound by [hero units].

“I think there are a lot of guys with strange skills.”

High-level mobs aren’t common. Skills are acquired either by innate or by suddenly acquiring one day because there is no mind map of the inhabitants of the labyrinth.

If you’re that kind of elite, there’s always one weird guy.

Believing in things like [Stealth] or [Invisibility] can be more of a gamble. If you get caught in the middle of an enemy camp, you are out of luck.

the hunter says

“How can I not use that cloak?”

“I can control the blood. But if it’s not human blood, I can’t consume it. I can still use it.”

It’s a bit clumsy, but let’s believe that the future me has twisted the twinkle very well here.

Adolescent girls easily fall for the warm words of Grandpa Orc. Don’t worry about that part.

“Do you know the face of the disciple and twinkle?”

“Yes, it’s an unforgettable face.”

“Can you distinguish among orcs?”

“Even these days, I sometimes come to my dreams.”

“Hey. But that’s how they all end up being exiles.”

The operation is simple.

“We’ll go and hit him. Then we’ll be provoked? So they come after us. In the meantime, you, the quickest person, hand the card to Teddont. Okay?”

“It’s not okay. What if I die then?”

“When you become a saint, you can write [Resurrection].”

“……Really?!”

The most miraculous spell a priest class can implement.

Resurrection of the Dead!

Well, in fact, even if living things are possible, the undead me and the little vampire cannot resurrect. But vampires have such a tough lifeline.

Of course, the wind took a time attack.

The day is already dawning. It is snowing for the sun to shine in earnest, so the clouds are only covering it up.

If the sun rises higher though, the vampire will eventually burn.

To be honest, it’s already a bit painful. It’s a creepy and creepy feeling. The condition is getting worse.

“Anyway, if me and my little boy go out under the sun during the day, they will be roasted to a golden color and die. Whether it’s porridge or rice, we have to do it quickly before sunrise.”

Play tag with the heavily armored ogres and armored trolls.

Human friends have one more life.

Time attack until the sun comes up completely. About 20 minutes or so now?

open soon.