"...Who says only those standing in the light count as heroes?"
Humming an off-key song, the plump rat shook the metal can in his hand and glugged fuel onto the deserted rooftop.
Ever since unlocking the "Hidden Class" and becoming the blade beneath the Administrator's cloak, Qiangren Suonan felt as though he had been reborn, as if he had found the meaning of his existence again.
Sure enough, compared to showing off on the front lines, causing trouble where no one could see him suited his playstyle much better.
So what if nobody knew?
As long as the Administrator knew, that was enough.
Having figured that out, Qiangren Suonan felt that he deserved at least half the credit for the rat plague in Xizhou City.
"Human trash, die! Die!"
Cackling maliciously, he shook the fuel can in his hand until the last drop had been poured out.
After finishing everything, he straightened up and looked around. Seeing that no one had spotted him, he swiftly slipped away from the rooftop along the safe route his underlings had scouted out.
A group of mutated rats with metal cans strapped to their backs eagerly followed behind him.
Naturally, Qiangren Suonan had not made those metal cans himself. Brother Mosquito had flown over under cover of night and airdropped them into the forest three kilometers outside Qingshi County. Qiangren Suonan had retrieved them by following the marked locations on VM.
The cans had been strung together with rope, filled with biomass fuel mixed with thickener and combustion accelerants, and dropped under parachutes.
Although quite a few cans had been torn open by branches or smashed on the ground and leaked, most had survived.
Over the course of a month and a half, relying on his familiarity with the terrain and his compact, agile