"Could I escape on my own?"
After dying, he once again stood beneath the Tyrant Dragon's feet. A strange fear rose in Dafflin's heart.
I can do it!
Just like when he had faced those once-powerful teams—after repeated defeats and battles, he had finally beaten them. Well, their three strongest players had all been poached by his side.
Thinking of this, he seemed to have an idea.
As he ran, he shouted, "I have money, lots of money! As long as you let me go, I'll give it all to you!"
Of course, that was useless.
He was merely testing whether the Tyrant Dragon possessed intelligence.
Only intelligent beings could be bought off. You could never bribe a machine.
The Tyrant Dragon seemed to freeze. It looked as though it could understand him.
Then it raised its head and called out twice.
Unfortunately, Dafflin could not understand it. He could only seize the chance to run a little farther.
He suddenly realized how foolish he had been. He should not have waited for the Tyrant Dragon to come to him. He should have found a car and driven to find that ordinary-looking man.
But there was a problem: he had found the man through that crow.
But where was the crow?
Crow, crow...
While his mind wandered, the Tyrant Dragon stepped down.
He died.
This time, before dying, he saw a crow flying over from afar.
So that was it.
As long as he tangled with the Tyrant Dragon long enough, it would fly over.
After ten simulations, Dafflin finally endured long enough for the crow to arrive.
Yet this was only the beginning of a new series of deaths.
The crow led him onward in flight, but unfortunately, he could not outrun the Tyrant Dragon chasing behind him.