Chapter 467

Chapter Twenty: Empty, but not white?

The plan to end the Great Game is proceeding in parallel.

The war between the Elves and the Dwarves was raging, and these two, like two clams, had no choice but to fight. They happened to have a deep-seated grudge from the past, so they decided to settle things once and for all.

The angels were repairing the wounds of war and, incidentally, overseeing the two races. The only ticket to the ship was like a carrot, dangling in front of the elves, giving them hope.

Meanwhile, the others were tasked with cutting off the long-eared monsters' escape route, either to get their tickets or to form another Alliance. But with the Orcs out of the picture, the Dwarves unable to unite, Undead unable to communicate, the elves had no choice but to create another Alliance.

On the earth, only nine participants remain in the Great Game. Whom can they ally with? In a sense, the Elves ' 'suspicious' nature is fatal; thinking too much will inevitably cause them to miss the opportunity to go all in.

Humans are farming, and the environment is better than ever before. Countless years of war have left behind countless remnants, and using these materials, they are rapidly expanding.

Reaching the strength of the Angels is a dream, but becoming a truly mid-level race is achievable. Don't forget, once years of pent-up frustration erupt, the desire to become stronger is immeasurable.

Yuki didn't guide them, nor could the power of "I Guess" provide any guidance. He simply assigned them the task of eliminating the undead everywhere, and to call for angels' support when they encountered a powerful enemy that was difficult to deal with.

[Tip 6: When a race loses more than 80% of its population, it enters a critical state, and its overall strength is greatly reduced. When it loses more than 90%, it loses its eligibility to play and will assist the player in wiping it out.]

While you can't kill all the undead, you can still eliminate them from the game.

"The situation is excellent; the only problem is that we have too little information on the Divine Race, making it impossible to formulate a follow-up plan."

Yuki flew over the wasteland, focusing on the task at hand. Since no intelligence was coming, he figured it was best to work hard to strengthen his own power; not a single second could be wasted.

Destroying a race is difficult, but the rewards can be great. The senior students didn't gain much before, so they can use the Sirens to improve their strength. According to the setting of the Reincarnation Game, the overall strength of the Divine Race is definitely stronger than that of the Judge.

He wasn't afraid. Now was the time to accumulate his trump cards. The combined strength of the five races and their players was also greater than that of the Judge. Don't forget, players can level up during the process of conquering the game.

In the first phase, Yuki gained the most, followed by Frieren, who fought with the Annihilation Seeker everywhere. The senior students and others fared worse, since they could only obtain rewards by increasing their favorability. As for Mona, she gained almost nothing, spending her days watching the giant whale snore.

The conditions for various Transcendental Grade skills to advance to 'legendary' level are approaching, and the next step needs to be carefully planned. However, there are some things that are beyond our control, such as 'Moonlit Ghost Step'. He needs to obtain a higher-level movement skill and merge the two.

The Moonlit Ghost Step is already an energy-based teleportation technique; where could he possibly find it?

"Fortunately, I traded my life as the Judge to gain Ikaros's trust. The addition of this epic-level player has greatly increased our overall strength." Yuki looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him. She was quiet and reserved, with a somewhat air of naivety, and would occasionally glance at him secretly.

Ikaros wasn't a fool. The whole "Civilian Superman" thing and the revenge for his friend were complete lies. This guy was after the Judge and had been hunting him down from the very beginning.

Hunting down the Grand Inquisitor—this is no simple matter of madness; if she weren't a wanted criminal, she would have already fled as far away as possible.

With their interests aligned and Yuki being terrifyingly strong, Ikaros appeared quite obedient, doing whatever he was told without asking a single question, and not even objecting to the contract.

The contract allowed Ikaros to continue the game and prevented him from running away once the Great Game entered its true phase. She didn't object; the high risk meant the high reward.

On the contrary, Yuki was not used to this silence and would always try to find something to talk about.

"Do you think that Sirens player knows about the Judge?"

The two landed on a desolate mountaintop where a battle had taken place. The mountain, thousands of meters high, was riddled with craters, resembling a beehive.

"He probably doesn't know. He's very cautious and wouldn't easily get involved in a major battle. The battlefield is chaotic, and you can't see anything from the outside." Ikaros stroked a remnant of an energy crystal; she liked its smooth, round shape.

"He probably contacted you before to find out why, but after being rejected, it seems he lost the will to try again."

This is suspicious. Epic-level players generally wouldn't be content to be mediocre, but the subsequent developments don't seem to suggest that they had any private contact with the Judge.

Dio Brando has become a king of haste; how could he not use his trump cards?

Well, that's probably a major reason why I'm looking for Insect Race.

Yuki certainly liked large and beautiful elves, but besides their long ears, suspicious nature, and lack of time for her to waste, the most important reason was that the players she belonged to were involved in the war.

The "Moonlit Demon Wolf" group had faced the Judge directly, and given a choice, Yuki never left any potential threats unaddressed.

"He must be preparing something in secret. To be honest, if it weren't for the Judge, I would be like him, quietly making a fortune and peacefully farming." Yuki looked at the barren wasteland without a single weed and suddenly shook his head in denial.

"But I've read the data. Insect Race don't have the talents of humans. Even if you control them, you can't become stronger quickly. What do you think he's doing?"

Yuki was good at guiding thought. Ikaros, who had been indifferent at first, tilted his head slightly, thought seriously for a while, and then shook his head blankly.

"Have no idea."

"It's simple, two choices. The first is to lie low and give up, just get through the dungeon. The second is to find a way out, dig out clues while we're busy." Yuki was quite interested. He was a humble person; if he could see that there was a problem with the Great Game, other epic-level players could do the same.

Ikaros stubbornly shook her head; she didn't believe it. With the best resources at their disposal, they had gone to great lengths to uncover the existence of the Divine Race. Even if other players had doubts, they had no way of knowing.

Yuki had a vague feeling, or rather, that even without Judge, he could uncover the truth by focusing on clearing the dungeon, and the starting point was quite simple.

He saw the ruins on the other side of the mountain, the remnants of some city. Perhaps some secrets lay hidden beneath these ruins. Why did the Angels and Machine Race record so little about the Divine Race?

These races threw themselves into the war, and Sky City fell more than once. Useless information was buried long ago, just as humanity has lost even its history.

However, the Insect Race has hardly participated in wars and is very good at digging burrows.

[Hint 4: Each race has a different understanding of the Divine Torch, and the degree of proximity varies, but all are highly classified.]

Is this notification unrelated to racial rankings?

Yuki kept revising his ideas, but his core argument was that an epic-level player would never choose to AFK (away from keyboard).

He turned his head and saw that Ikaros's eyes had turned red, a sign that the Strategic Angel had been activated.

"Are there any search results?"

"Hmm, there's life activity beneath those ruins." The girl pointed into the distance, her expression somewhat strange as the alpha system scanned the area. "They're not hiding themselves; they seem to be extending an invitation."

Invite?

Yuki narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but smile, "It seems this player is smarter than I expected. He's been keeping an eye on the war, but hasn't gotten hung up on who's fighting."

"What does he want to know?"

"Who is the victor? He remains unchanged amidst all changes, and only makes deals with the victor." Yuki doesn't believe in coincidences at all; this clearly indicates someone who is hiding far away and has a thorough understanding of the situation.

You guys play your game, I'll do mine, I'll only stand on the winner's side, and use this time to prepare my chips.

"Aren't you interested in a smart, clear-headed, and daring player?"

The Strategic Angel shook his head, causing Yuki to chuckle. He snapped his fingers and summoned a soul substitute.

"Then let's see together which acquaintance it is."

The Great Game has lasted for far too long, changing the world beyond recognition. This change is not merely physical destruction, but a mutation of the Survivors today.

Once upon a time, the Dwarves, like those in Western fantasy stories, were a race that lived in the mountains and were primarily engaged in forging. Now, they all sit in airships and hardly ever touch the ground.

Countless years ago, 'The Annihilation Seeker' Abdulas, 'The Storm Giant Whale' Mesodals, and 'The Death Fire Salamander' Alavis had not even been born.

The world changes drastically, like going from 4K to 40K. Forget about inheritance, many races have been wiped out.

"Like this city, those giant statues, do they look like Alien Race?"

Yuki walked through the wide alley, he saw giant statues that looked like black centipedes. They were broken into many pieces, and the missing pieces could not be pieced back together no matter what.

"The city, half-buried underground, is what the Alien Race call a lair. The inscribed canopy has disappeared; hmm, this trace is very similar to the Fairy Race's dream erasure, where nightmares become reality."

He heard these stories from Om. The Machine Race's database, inherited from the 'Netway Will,' still retained some things, but after more than ten formattings, not much remained.

This city is essentially a basin dug out of the ground, with the aliens then using a unique inscription system to create a lid, making it a fortress. Judging from the traces—

The fairies erased the sky, and then a certain race threw the entire mountain range in. After thousands of years of erosion, only some ruins remained on the surface.

Clatter.

Yuki, who was looking around, suddenly stopped and took a deep breath when he saw some shadows moving quickly through the ruins.

"Since you've extended an invitation, don't waste time. Tell me, was my analysis correct?"

The sound waves propagated through the empty underground space. Yuki came as a Stand, was not afraid of being influenced by his own thoughts, such as thinking that the other party was a cunning old fox who planned his moves carefully, when in fact he was just a lazy fool.

"As expected of a player assigned to the lowest-ranking race, you managed to find this information from the sidelines. Your observation skills are quite impressive."

Male voices came from all directions, accompanied by the rustling sound of arthropods running, which sounded extremely terrifying.

Confirmed, this is a cunning and scheming individual, the kind who secretly observes.

It's confirmed that he has been deliberately hiding his true intentions; in fact, he knows a lot about things.

Yuki breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid of mindless mad dogs like Alavis, who, when driven to the extreme, could disregard all logic and strategy.

"You know me very well?"

"I don't know you well, but I'm quite clear about your methods. The keywords 'cautious' and 'rational' must be present in your profile. However, I'm too busy to make direct contact, so I don't know what grand strategy you've devised," came the reply from the darkness.

A strategic player who is extremely skilled at psychological analysis and can deduce from a single phenomenon; in other words—

"Looks like we're kindred spirits. Why don't we meet up? I'd love to be friends with you."

"It's different. I'm socially awkward, and I'm also a pacifist," the boy replied, sounding very sincere.

Pacifists? Players who say that are all crazy.

Yuki smiled with a hint of sarcasm. It didn't matter if he didn't come out; he was there to discuss business, not to make friends.

"Let me guess, you should know that I already have control of the instance. Even if I didn't come to you, you would still contact me a second time?"

"Yes, but you will definitely come looking for me."

"Why?"

"Because you're good at making assumptions, you'll definitely assume my thoughts and guess the true role of the Insect Race. This is useful for hint 7 and the second stage hidden in the background." The boy said calmly, as if playing a game.

"But the biggest difference between the strong and the mediocre is that the strong can think and verify. From the moment you appeared at this moment, the Elves was out of the game, because you could guess that I had been hiding for so long, and I must have some very useful chips for the victor."

Mind reading? No, it's psychological prediction. He never even interacted with me, nor did he carefully observe the battlefield, yet he could predict everything?

Yuki stopped laughing. He realized this player was even smarter than Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. He liked smart people, but those who were too smart had to die.

"Killing intent, that's why I dare not confront you directly. But rest assured, all my predictions have avoided a core issue, even eliminating that very idea, focusing solely on the progress of the dungeon."

"What core?" Yuki taken aback.

"What were you all up to all this time, who were you actually plotting against?"

The second prediction completely extinguished his murderous intent.

Yuki didn't change his mind; rather, he believed that overly intelligent people must die, but if you can't kill an extremely intelligent person, there's no point in wasting time.

"Just tell me straight, what bargaining chips do you have? Since you're so smart, you should know what use I have for keeping the Elves."

There's only one ticket. The Elves aren't the best partner, but that also cuts off all escape routes. A bargaining chip isn't the purest form of power. Now, Yuki controls four races, and he can kill whomever he wants on this land.

"Impressive. I'm no match for you in terms of strategic planning. You didn't leave me with a choice before you even met me."

"Yuki didn't bother with pleasantries; he already knew what the other party's bargaining chip was.

Yes, while Yuki was busy hunting the Judge and preparing for the next stage, the boy wasn't AFK; he simply detached himself from the game and focused on clearing the dungeon.

Regardless of who he cooperates with, the intelligence he possesses is a bargaining chip. As the saying goes, you do your thing, I do mine. He remained detached and did only two things.

First, thoroughly master the Insect Race and utilize its talents to the Limit.

Secondly, by utilizing this talent, when all races are involved in a war, one can skip this stage and go directly to investigate the next stage.

"There are ten races on the earth, and one more in the heavens, called the Divine Race. Am I right?"

"Yes." Yuki was concise, which proved that the other party was knowledgeable; at their level, it would be too difficult to fabricate a story to deceive people.

"The Insect Race rarely participates in wars, and their history, preserved for countless years, is relatively complete. But that's not enough. I've taken them all over the world to excavate ruins and investigate secrets. This way, I know more than the Angels, and you need this intelligence for the Divine Torch."

The young man spoke eloquently, explaining that he possessed a special tool that allowed the Insect Race to spread throughout the inner and outer rings, operating right under the noses of other races while they were busy fighting.

He excavated countless ruins and collected numerous incomplete documents, which he then analyzed and summarized.

This task was assigned to Hiyori of the Angels, who couldn't do it, Hiyori Yuki, the hunter of the Judge, had even less time to do it. As for the other players, they didn't even have time to grind reputation.

In other words, after realizing something was wrong, the boy spent more than a month investigating the matter.

Given time, ability, and racial cooperation, the answer can certainly be obtained.

'Phew, this is a player like Hiyori, who isn't good at direct combat but can Limit his strengths; he's quite talented.'

Yuki didn't ask any further questions. He just needed to know that this person had valuable information. Since both parties were willing to cooperate, there was nothing more to say.

A blurry phantom appeared, its features indistinct, more like a rubber figure. This was the true clone, the kind that could split consciousness.

"You still don't trust me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at fighting. I just want to increase my participation to get the reward." Phantom bowed slightly. If Yuki really defeated the Divine Race, the intelligence would also count as participation. If Yuki failed, he wouldn't lose anything, at most he would have wasted a little over a month.

The calculations are very detailed; you can win either way.

Yuki lowered his eyes and unfolded the Soil-Offering Contract. There was one last spot left in the four-race alliance contract. The Elves never expected that this spot would be given to the insignificant Insect Race.