Chapter 447

"Assigning me to a powerful race would be difficult to manage, requiring a lot of political maneuvering. It is precisely because humans are weak that they are so easily manipulated by me."

Yuki grasped the key to breaking the deadlock: being weak doesn't matter, as long as you become stronger, and every hint points in the right direction, just like the path a player takes to become stronger.

Those who kill and plunder each other can ascend to the throne of gods.

He didn't boast, but he was incredibly patient in his actions. During this time, he stayed on the edge of the world, peacefully farming, as if he had forgotten the existence of the Judge.

Yuki firmly believed that with Shiina Hiyori's intellect, she would be able to grasp the signal she was releasing; the stronger the player's presence, the more fear various races would have.

With Hiyori, Mona, Frieren, and others acting as inside agents, and the two most powerful superior races within their control, it's neither logical nor reasonable for them to immediately seek trouble with the humans who are the furthest away and the weakest.

"When the Judge are looking for a target, they will definitely gather information everywhere, and any action they take will leave a trace. Moreover, they must be very close to the Inner Ring Battlefield."

Yuki sat on the Steel Throne, rubbing his chin as he looked at the map not far away. Humans naturally didn't have such things; it was only after annihilating the Orcs that he gained a deeper understanding of the Crimson Moon World.

This planet is enormous; one entire continent resembles an eye, contracting inwards in concentric rings. The closer one gets to the center, the more Incandescence the war becomes.

He is currently at the edge of the world, a place teeming with various weak races, hunting teams, and elite soldiers.

Even a fool would think that the Judge are also located in the inner and outer ring battlefields, where intelligence is most concentrated and it's a good place to seek cooperation with players. Since they are all players, why would the Angels go to such lengths?

Utilize space and time to quickly gather your trump cards.

Yuki smiled. Actually, there was another way: to use that wanted criminal. But he didn't even know who the criminal was, and waiting around would be too passive.

"You guys have fun, I'll focus on farming."

Returning to the present, the progress made in recent days has begun to show results. No matter how weak humanity may be, it has survived the test of time.

Hardworking, experienced, and determined, he unleashed his potential after being given a boost by the alliance, and also obtained the Orcs's racial talent and a large amount of resources.

The Steel Fortress is being rapidly repaired. The mechanics have practically scoured the entire battlefield, turning the Orcs' reserves into materials, and then using their "I Guess" talent to craft all sorts of strange weapons.

The new MKII power armor, the mutant spore stimulant, and even the combination of that Machine Race warship with Orcs technology to create things like mechanical flying discs.

Yuki didn't have any research skills, so he couldn't help, nor did he need to, because even the mechanics themselves couldn't explain the principles, and they all attributed it to the glory of the old human kingdom.

Technology based on archaeology? No, these things can't even be called technology, they don't even qualify as physics.

Yuki couldn't understand it. Take this Steel Fortress ruins, for example. The cutting machines roared, the welding flashed, and as you looked at it, the fortress gained the ability to transform. It could become a giant, chaotic, black robot, and it even had some kind of mirage system that could disguise itself as a mountain.

On what grounds? Why? The reverse engineering of Orcs mechanical technology and the reverse copying of Machine Race energy weapons—even Yuki was completely taken aback.

"Who cares? As long as it works, that's fine. At least these humans will stop at nothing to become stronger."

Yuki tilted his head, too lazy to investigate the reason, just like the humble bald man at the bottom of the steps.

Slott had his eyeballs removed, a mechanical eye implanted, and his bones infused with liquid spore crystals. He swelled up a bit. Yuki still couldn't understand how humans managed to concoct these things from a pile of junk.

The enhanced texture made the bald man look ferocious and terrifying, but he remained humble in front of Yuki.

"Lord Rod, I have issued a summons to the scattered human tribes, and soon more and more humans will gather here."

This is the authority of the race's representatives, because in the past, humans were too weak to put all their eggs in one basket, and instead they were divided into settlements of hundreds to thousands of people scattered throughout the world.

Now that we have a 'paradise,' we naturally need to attract people here.

"Train them according to the battle plan I set out. There are also many scattered Orcs, which are perfect for practice." Yuki said expressionlessly, clearly not considering this place a paradise.

"Yes, no wonder you spared their lives."

"Only killing can help humanity overcome its inner demons, just like you. Now the power dynamic is reversed, and I'm just returning what the Orcs did to us." Yuki saw the ferocious smile on Slott's face and knew that this bald man had also turned to the dark side.

There's no way around it; in this world, if you don't eat people, people will eat you. And once you've eaten people, you'll become addicted to that feeling.

In pursuit of efficiency, Yuki needed to manufacture weapons of mass destruction in the shortest possible time, which is why he didn't exterminate the Orcs.

"How are the troops doing now?"

"The fortress has been repaired, and various war machines are under development. The mechanics have combined some of the Machine Race's technology with that of the Orcs to develop more powerful active power armor, which is now in production."

Long stretches of data were presented, Yuki listened quietly, noticing one point that had been previously overlooked.

Humanity's "I Guess" power has been enhanced, which should be related to the "Mechanical Master" talent they have acquired from the Orcs. For example, this Steel Fortress, and those seemingly dilapidated but actually incredibly fast war chariots. Yuki has checked them, and the Orcs do not have a complete scientific research system.

In other words, they were just "my I Guess," without any consideration of materials science or dynamics.

"We have acquired the talent of 'Biological Master' and developed a type of repair spore. Based on this, repair chambers can be created to restore the seriously wounded and disabled. Currently, there are 5,513 soldiers using this technology."

Slott, beaming with pride, rewound the clock seven days earlier, revealing that even without Yuki, they could still crush the Orcs- on.

This is humanity, a race that rebuilds civilization from ruins, somewhat like parasites. The more ruins Yuki creates, the more they can combine the strengths of various races.

Such a 'lowly' way of life is something that superior races would disdain to use.

"How's the development of that Machine Race warship going?"

"It has been completely dismantled. Even a single cable has been studied and used. The warship's keel has been used as the spine of the fortress's transformation. I submitted a detailed report on this before."

Yuki nodded, reporting that he hadn't looked at it, since he wouldn't understand it anyway. Who knows how, after a night of research, they combined the Machine Race armor plates, which are several times harder, with biological spores to create armor that can repair itself.

But humans have a problem: they lack production capacity, and all equipment is simply a reorganization of existing materials.

"Keep exploring potential. I'll give you seven more days to equip every soldier with weapons. Prioritize the Guards with the most robust and advanced equipment. I'm going to find the next target."

"Are you about to start a new war?" Slott was taken aback, but his previous tense demeanor vanished, replaced by a hint of delight at the prospect of war.

Don't you want to keep getting stronger?

"I've never longed for it so much." Slott knelt on one knee. Humans could only become stronger by endless killing and plundering.

With each additional warship wreckage or another weapon from a different race, humanity can always find a use for it. As for annihilating an entire race, that would be an even greater leap forward.

To put it simply, humans don't discriminate when it comes to food in order to survive.

"Then come with me. In the meantime, continue searching the surrounding area to see if we can find the ruins of other races, and then study how to continue producing equipment."

"Understood." Slott was a little troubled by Yuki's next request. After so many years of migration, humans had long forgotten about 'production' and only knew how to scavenge.

Yuki didn't care about that. This godforsaken place was always at war, so there were bound to be wreckage and corpses. If there weren't any, he would just create them.

"When I return, I hope humanity will have grown stronger again; don't let me down."

Yuki turned and left under the respectful gaze. This first step merely provided humanity with the ability to protect itself, so that the entire race would no longer be wiped out simply by encountering a certain race's vanguard.

With no worries about the future, he can focus on completing the first phase of the task.

First, get the Judge out of the game.

Outer ring road.

The gray sky had a rosy tinge, and the acrid smell in the nostrils had become even more pungent. The black earth before them was barren, littered with ruins and the remains of some kind of war machine.

Without any real high ground, the majestic mountain range has been blasted into sections of low walls, some of which are no more than ten meters high.

"At first glance, it has a kind of destructive magnificence."

Yuki stood alone on the ground, seeing the ground littered with broken bones. A chill ran through him instinctively, and he only regained his composure after taking a Quiet Dew.

Too many creatures died, and their fragmented souls mixed with energy particles, creating a curse that dragged any living being into the Abyss Grade.

Edge, outer ring, inner ring.

The further in you go, the fiercer the war becomes, and the more concentrated the races become. In this Great Game, the concept of self-preservation seems to be nonexistent. No race qualified to participate in the game will place its main force on the edge of the world.

They clashed here, fought here, and then shattered the world.

Yuki eyes twitched slightly, and he dodged into the crack in the earth. Looking up, he saw several huge airships passing overhead.

Dwarves war airships, they're huge!

The airbag was over two hundred meters long, with a steel pod below and a dense array of cannon muzzles above. Green light swept across the ground, and with a creaking sound, the magazine door slowly opened, and an egg-shaped object landed in the distance.

Boom---

A mushroom cloud rose up, completely flattening the hill. No one knows which unlucky lone creature was wiped out.

"A nuclear bomb with a yield of 10,000 tons, this place is really dangerous." Yuki his breath, pressed a button, and a green light covered his body, causing the bio-scanner to ignore him.

Humans also have another use: through long periods of hiding and fleeing, they have developed various concealment devices. In addition, they are very knowledgeable, and their Book of Survival are filled with descriptions of the equipment of various races. Of course, each one is marked with 'deadly danger'.

Even epic-level beings wouldn't dare to wander around recklessly; no wonder the Judge's activity range is limited.

Yuki watched the airship, which was dropping bombs and scanning at the same time, disappear into the distance. It seemed like some kind of routine cleaning operation. A nuclear bomb of 10,000 tons could not threaten an epic-level player, but Yuki was certain that if you dared to touch it, something even more powerful would emerge from behind.

Searching for someone in this environment is extremely dangerous, and one doesn't even dare to move around freely. Fortunately, he doesn't have to run around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Following the crack in the earth forward, from the Dwarves territory to the edge of the Elves lands, one can finally see some 'trees'.

Those were rows of straight pine and cypress trees, like some kind of beacon planted in the ground, releasing eerie energy into the sky. Looking inside, you couldn't see anything, but beyond these pine and cypress trees were mountains of warship wreckage and corpses.

The Elves Sentinel Array combines illusion, detection, and sniping; anyone who enters its range is doomed.

This race was ranked high on the list of deadly threats in the Book of Survival, and Yuki had no desire to fight this top-ranked race in a one-on-one battle. He left the rift, crouched down and went to the edge of the Sentinel Array. He reached out and grabbed the ground, then disappeared like lightning.

A moment later, a golden phantom appeared where he had been fighting, holding a futuristic-looking spear and looking around.

Phew, that was close. I knew the area outside the array was also a warning zone.

Yuki hid back in the crevice, not looking up. ' The Elves have extremely keen senses'—humans have learned this the hard way. They will ignore your presence, and once you return to your lair, the annihilation force will quietly appear.

As an epic-level player, it was simple for Yuki not to let her find out: he leaned against the wall, gazing at the red and white capsule in his palm.

This item emits a covert signal with a diameter of 10 kilometers towards the target of the message. As for why Yuki came, it's quite simple: the intelligence says that the Elves have merchant attributes and both cooperate and compete with other races.

Despite the fighting, business still needs to be done. If Hiyori and the others make any moves, they will definitely seek out the Elves; this is probably a little unspoken understanding between the two of them.

As he broke open the capsule, the stored information poured out. Yuki suddenly burst into a strong sense of surprise.

This includes a detailed introduction to the Angels. As an assistant, one naturally knows far more than humans do, and with Hiyori's exceptional observational skills, one might even understand them better than the Angels themselves.

"To reach the esteemed level of reputation, she actually used this method to farm it. This girl really doesn't follow the usual path."

Yuki never expected that 'daily life' would come in handy in this brutal dungeon. Come to think of it, this place is too oppressive. All races and all individuals are killing machines. There is no such thing as 'entertainment' or 'enjoyment'.

Hiyori and the others exploited the Angels' arrogance, curiosity, and advantages, subtly infiltrating them and, at a crucial moment, joining this Great Game under the guise of players.

The Angels don't expect much from their combat power, but because humans have created the Miracle, they have begun to value players. Players belong to another level, so naturally, the participation of senior students and others is necessary.

The first step involved the Judge, a group of players who were different from others, and the latter had already been exposed.

Yuki has just personally experienced the outer ring battlefield. Some epic-level players might be able to evade it, but the Judge is definitely not alone.

They were being targeted. The more they resisted and the stronger they became, the more of a thorn in their side. Ordinary races might not dare to provoke them, but the arrogant and powerful angels would not allow an uncertain factor to exist under their noses.

Known for their rationality, the angels calmly analyzed the situation. At this point, fellow players and senior students who were friends with many angels became key factors, as their opinions could sometimes influence the Angels' decisions.

Yuki didn't expect to use someone else to do his dirty work; what he wanted was this intelligence, and the pressure he could exert through the Angels.

"Intelligence is the root of all plans, even surpassing the Future Diary."

I closed my eyes, and all sorts of information flashed through my mind.

The movements of the Angels, the possible responses of the Judge, doubts, choices, clues provided by Hiyori, speculations about the goals of the trial, and then reorganization and verification based on these.

Time ticked by, Yuki seemed to be looking down at the instance from a higher dimension, refining countless possibilities to predict the Judge's choices, guess the hints they might receive, and the limitations that existed.

After a while, he opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes filled with a smile.

I have a solution.

Chapter Seven: The Machine Soul is Greatly Displeased

"Have you made contact with the Angels players? No? Why are these idiots making trouble for us?"

Inside a massive crater, Dio Brando frowned deeply. He had been on high alert for the past two weeks, but a perfect covert operation was impossible.

This instance is very high-level and too brutal; it's either friend or foe, and the Judge's detachment is actually a problem.

Without a race to assist them, they naturally have no helpers. The Reincarnation Game is fair, and it's impossible for the Judge to use the dungeon to farm resources excessively.

[Tip 1: Do not cooperate with any race.]

This is the limitation; otherwise, they would have already allied with the Angels or the Monster Race. Presumably, the latter wouldn't refuse a powerful reinforcement. But the result would be the collapse of the instance. Wouldn't a powerful alliance sweep away all races and make the game completely boring?

However, this team of Judge is also a veteran of many battles. While the first hint is indeed a limitation, they can cooperate with other players. Generally speaking, players who are tackling dungeons don't want to go against the Judge, and some will even choose to help them.

"Have you found out? Which faction did the player belong to?"

"They're hiding behind those angels. Now that the Hundred Eyes of True Knowledge have been wounded, figuring out which players participated in the dungeon won't be easy," replied a black-haired man with Scarface face, exuding the aura of someone who had been through countless battles. He shrugged casually.

"This might be a chain reaction from Taiyi; things are getting complicated."

"Nine Dragons, get your stance straight. This isn't the time for gloating. Do you want me to teach you what obedience is?" Dio Brando glanced sideways, causing the unruly man to lower his head.