When it’s time to show, you have to show it.
Starting with Manager Wanda Haye, even the King of Authority was laughing and chatting with Sadako.
Other climbers didn’t seem to care much, but henceforth, the position of Wakamou Inarizushi was untouchable.
There was no need to fear, and nothing to worry about.
To put it extremely, one didn’t have to worry about being considered a monster for going at things too excessively while minding others.
Out of the top ten powerhouses, no less than five were affiliated with Wakamou Corporation.
Praises about the astonishing climbing skill of the “Idol” might appear online.
After all, it only took a year to elevate a Japanese climber to the rank of the strongest.
“─Isn’t fighting climbers different from fighting monsters? You don’t know what will happen if you fight directly, right?”
“There’s also the unpredictability of the ‘Legendary Class’. A lot of information has been released, right? If you hit a weak spot, you might win?”
“Honestly, I think it’s just too much hype, even if they say they’re strong.”
“Despite everything, that’s not it. You’ve seen the videos, haven’t you?”
“Even if it’s filmed with a camera, how do we know it’s real? It could be CGI, right?”
“That’s the dumbest joke I’ve heard recently, buddy.”
The climber burst into laughter at the joke of his ordinary friend, dismissing it as utterly incorrect.
Ordinary people gathered there either to witness climbers battling it out or to see the “Stars” dedicated to the country, like in the Collapse of the Tower.
Usually, these are the individuals you couldn’t see up close as they usually climbed towers or roamed perilous places.
To ordinary people, they might just be the unreachable stars positioned way up high.
There were also many who came in teams, including family, to cheer, and notably, a significant number came to support the President of the American Association.
Seeing even cheerleaders there made Wakamou think they were really serious as he stepped into the Coliseum.
Climbers of royalty grade or higher began revealing themselves one by one.
Some climbers represented small nations, while others were bosses of famous crime syndicates or were affiliated with the Six Legged Beast.
In the Coliseum hosted by the Tower, only battles between climbers were allowed, preventing needless acts of heroism.
And they too came driven purely by the chase for… “struggle” for their strength rather than all that.
Fighting someone stronger than oneself.
Fighting someone who knows one’s weaknesses.
Even if they are defeated, the experiences they gain from it will help them in their climb.
Moreover, since money flows in whether they win or lose in the Coliseum’s PVP, there were even fighters who just grind through climbing battles for a living.
In a climber’s fight, there’s no “absolutely”.
Perhaps by chance, they hold strong consumables, or by chance, there’s an extreme bad matchup, or by chance, one side has better equipment.
Or their condition is bad that day, or they just lack a bit of luck and make a mistake, or they have a repulsion that prevents them from hitting non-monsters.
──You never know until you fight!!
There’s an area that only climbers, people who have become climbers, can understand.
Everyone present could feel it in their skin.
The intense presence alone made it challenging to avert their gazes.
Could this be the allure used by the Gumiho to captivate humans? Or is it a fighting spirit aimed at an absolute being?
Visible climbers are perhaps even more excited by the existence called the “Summit”.
Climbing is a fight with oneself, where there is a summit but no end in sight.
Even if one climbs a 100-floor tower, that’s not the summit of the tower.
This truth causes some climbers to feel severe emptiness.
And knowing this, the Tower set out easy-to-see indicators, allowing climbers to scale a “low summit” and show it off.
“Gulp.”
A climber swallowed hard. He was an overseas climber.
Though the champion in Italy was also a large, tall figure, this presence was even bigger.
Surpassing 2 meters with ease, and up close, there was a palpable weight to its size.
There’s no need to question how strong it is.
The undisputed strongest of this generation and the only existing Idol!
There was even a legend that those climbers who passed through her hands became monstrous beings with absurd power.
Climbers hired at Wakamou Corporation, reaching executive levels, were supported with various Skills and were educated directly by her, walking the path laid out by the Idol.
Completion of even conflicting Legendary Classes, which other countries found challenging, from Architects to Artists, was done effortlessly.
Those eager to learn at least something, even if they were bound to lose the fight, couldn’t hide their greedy gazes.
Wakamou receiving an overwhelming number of gazes, making him feel practically naked, exhaled heavily.
Even famous Vtubers realized the reality of fans existing by seeing them at concerts.
For non-celebrities, this level of attention is burdensome.
And so was the case with Wakamou.
Having received mixed emotions from a multitude over the years, he recalled hiding away, disliking all these aspects.
Usually, he lives secluded in [My Worlds], paying attention only to [Believers] whom he directly nurtured because they are both responsibilities and fans.
Wakamou Inarizushi doesn’t exactly have what you’d call a pleasant disposition.
He is undoubtedly responsible and clear-cut between what he likes and dislikes.
And he is fiercely aggressive.
The moment the line is crossed, he becomes a wild human who doesn’t know when to stop.
There were community posts about his human past stories, even beating up school bullies and gangsters with Taekwondo, so no further explanation is needed.
A pugnacious human who’s never lost a fight where he’s beaten someone in his life….!!
Because of this nature, unfortunately chosen by the “Legendary Class”!
Even if conditions are met, a fighting spirit is necessary even for non-combat jobs….
“It’s decided. I’ll give you a festival of blood. I’ll obliterate you so thoroughly that you won’t even dare to disturb the calm of Wakamou Inarizushi….Wouldn’t that be ideal?”
Wakamou, revealing the menacing killer instinct he showed against the Pirate, opened his eyes, glowing red while warning the audience and contestants.
Ordinary folks were overwhelmed to the point of fainting without reason, and some climbers had their legs give out and sat down.
Climbers capable of fighting Wakamou level people were instead smiling with anticipation.
Thus began the climber combat tournament.
The higher the league’s grade, the more glory and rewards followed the winner.
With a skill gained from otaying a new tier, the Tower announced through a pop-up window that Skill and Item would be awarded to the winner, and the participants cheered enthusiastically.
“Have it all prepped up, huh?”
As the center of the Coliseum showcased the fighting participants with excellent viewing convenience, Sadako admired.
The scene projected similarly to a window Wakamou displayed with [Internet Connection].
They were observing climbers dueling 1 on 1 in a separate space resembling the Tower’s interior.
NPCs in the Coliseum sold food, and gambling was possible regarding wins and losses.
The extensive preparation was commendable and moved Wakamou a bit, suggesting that anyone in need of dopamine could come here.
‘Though this feels somewhat tricky’
[Please select “10” skills to use in advance for the arena battles]
[Climber Wakamou Inarizushi has over 10 constantly active skills]
It appeared that for the sake of balance, a limit of ten skills could be chosen per match.
But Wakamou had too many things to keep active, from the [Idol’s Lion] to [My Worlds] and the [Wakamou Tier].
Knowing this, the arena proposed using only [1] skill while in a maintained state.
At this point, [Idol’s Body] was a certainty, which meant there wasn’t much choice.
It was a penalty arising from the substantial gap between Wakamou and other climbers, and he didn’t mind it.
‘Was there ever really a favorable situation, to begin with?’
No worries, no thoughts!!
“When it comes to sincerity, think Crown Prince Sado….so, being eternally confined in a rice chest. Isn’t that the kind of art it means?”
“Does it make sense talking about being NTR’d by a satyr and then saying that?”
Adelheid, who was also eagerly pondering as much as Wakamou, snapped her fingers, claiming to understand the meaning and laughed.
Manager Wanda Haye shook her head indicating it wasn’t that, addressing her odd interpretation.
Moreover, Sadako sitting next to her, questioned if she even understood properly before moving on.
“Hey Adelheid sis, do you know what NTR is?”
“Of course I know!”
Saying that and proudly raising three fingers, Adelheid,
NATIONALISM, TOTALITARIANISM, RACISM.
“Transforming inferior races in the world into climbers….It’s time for total war….!!”
“Uh, is there an engineer here? Seems like she’s in bad shape?”
Gazing at Adelheid’s red eyes in amazement, recognizing she wasn’t in her right mind, Sadako marveled.
Having already given up in understanding, Wanda Haye nodded in reply.
“Hmm?”
The chatter evaluating utterances at the scene quiet down like being muted.
Some hours passed since the Coliseum event began.
The highly anticipated [Diamond League] was about to commence.
Much like other leagues, multiple climbers would battle it out, with the last standing participant claiming everything.
However, unlike others, the Tower didn’t summon additional climbers into the stage.
No exclusionary rules, death matches allowed.
From the point of stepping onto the arena, one could employ whatever means necessary to achieve victory!!
In the first bout of such an anticipated [Diamond League] event stood the climber everyone had the highest expectations for.
Just standing there was enough to make everyone intensely watch.
Even the ordinary person who called it a bubble shut his mouth tightly while his peer, a climber, chuckled and focused.
【[Diamond League] match is about to start】
【[Idol] VS [Phantom Punch]】
【[Idol] uses only [1] skill due to a penalty】
“Ah, mentioning that beforehand just makes it pathetic if they lose”
“……Heh”
The scenery shifted as Wakamou was transported to an arena fought in a few times before in the Tower, mumbling to herself.
Opposite her summoned was Trung Hieu, a climber from Vietnam, unable to hide his surprise.
Even he faced a situation limited to choosing only [10] skills, yet his opponent faced an even heavier penalty.
Besides, he was startled, knowing only whom he heard of, unlike himself, who listened to information about his opponent.
[3]
With no less than the chance to oppose “The Strongest” climber, he had no thoughts of restraint.
Similar views were held by other top-level climbers observing from the audience seats.
“What’s the chance of winning?”
A moment of contemplation ensued before Yoo Suder Khan answered Wanda Haye’s inquiry.
“Vietnam is a nation that’s once defeated America. Furthermore, it possesses a class name befitting the world’s strongest boxer. The greatest advantage of boxing is [Speed]. Even without underestimation, the first attack might be hard to evade.”
Contrarily, the answer returned instead from the President of the American Association seated behind them.
Even ranked 8th, he was indeed the strongest [Fighter] class representing Vietnam.
[2]
“Considering the structure of the arena, Idols have numerous [Skills] to maintain. They likely entered maintaining those conditions, hence the penalty.”
“In that case, the only [1] usable skill….”
Wanda Haye quietly listened to the President of the American Association while avoiding leaking her boss’s information.
Both Sadako and Adelheid also presumed what skill Wakamou selected.
Likely the skill indisputably called [Idol’s Body], the identity and everything of the Idol.
Given so, in effect, Wakamou Inarizushi stood no different from fighting without skills, didn’t he?
[1]
“However, she can see [Mana] with her eyes. Even exceptional [Wizards] cast magic despite [Skill] restrictions.”
“You’re trash talking now, aren’t you?”
“Haha! Cute young lady. Being in the top 10 ranking—Well, that’s tough without effort. Isn’t it natural to carry a [Sword] for such restrictions?”
“He hit the nail on the head, our girl.”
“Tch.”
Unable to counter the pointed remarks of the President of the American Association and her father, Sadako pouted silently.
She did possess Karate, although it would require [Shape-shifting] to keep up, being reliant on [Stats] left it weaker.
Originally, all climbers ascending the Tower inevitably face unfavorable conditions or confrontations.
Whether they could devise plans and react accordingly would reflect a climber’s capability.
[The duel begins!!]
‘I’ll go all out from the start….!!’
Firmly gripping his specially crafted gloves, Trung Hieu made his resolution immediately.
Bending forward and tilting, he took a posture that seemed unbalanced and doomed to collapse.
Alongside the signal of the duel’s commencement, the fist of a [Fighter] who ascended the upper echelons of the [Boxer] skill tree blazed forward.
With his arm completely disappearing above the shoulder, a noiseless strike struck, aimed precisely at Wakamou’s face from 4 meters afar.
Simultaneously with delivering the hit, he boldly rushed in.
“Is that guy an idiot?! He didn’t even connect!!”
[Predator], watching, let out a frustrated shout.
There was a pop! sound of the air bursting and a dull noise that followed, but at the moment of contact, Wakamou slightly moved her head back.
And the one who knew the reason, [Werebeast], countered.
“He lunges knowing that fact.”
Where is the most advantageous zone for close-combat classes?
The King of Authority complimented it as wise, even.
There’s no point maintaining distance from Wakamou.
With weaving and swaying his upper body along with lingering afterimages, the charging punch from Trung Hieu drew in.
Drawing back his arms and pounding forward, the entire sequence was executed rapidly.
To the extent that even amongst climbers, the whooshing! sounds slashing through the air and shockwaves hitting empty space nearly stood visible.
Even if it missed, shockwaves resembling explosions were visible, possessing comparable destructive power.
So, how tremendous would the impact be having directly received the punch?
‘Damn, there’s no sense whatsoever of hitting…!!’
In a space where they were near enough to embrace, Trung Hieu, unleashing relentless punches, broke a sweat.
Even with boasting overwhelming speed in his most confident feature, a miss meant nothing.
What he saw then was a sight of mana concentrated, distorting the landscape.
At the sight of an enormous fist like a rock shooting at him, Trung Hieu swiftly took a step.
Unleashing [Emperor Slip], he managed to evade all the repeated blows Wakamou threw.
The skill effect creating an illusive mirage with movements of the hips, shoulders, and head was a [100% Evasion]!!
Reacting to the reflexive movements felt from Wakamou’s shoulder’s movement and sensed hostility, the boxer’s punch came crashing down.
The boxer, reacting at a level, lands a powerful punch.
A heavy blow aimed at the abdomen makes contact, but the image that flashes in my mind is more like he struck a cliff than Wakamou.
It’s heavy, without even a slight tremor.
As a bell tolls with the sensation of striking a thousand-year-old tree, I lean back significantly.
Casting [Soft Sway], the punch grazes by my sight.
Wakamou’s spinning kick follows, but Trung Hieu punches back unfazed.
The kick passes through Trung Hieu’s body as if he’s a ghost.
Right after the dodge, an invincible period leads to a [Critical Hit] attack flying in.
“【Atomic Punch】─!!”
The powerful punch, almost like a signature move, slams into Wakamou’s chest.
With a flash bursting from the punch, a shock follows, making the screen shudder.
“[Machine Gun Jab]!”
Without stopping, Trung Hieu keeps throwing hundreds of ultra-fast punches every second.
Even though he can’t see Wakamou through the rising dust, he continues punching as if striking a wall.
And─the sound of drumming echoes loudly as if it was real.
“Whoa!!! [Strong Boy]!!”
Light bursts from the gloves, transforming into bandages, revealing bare hands.
“The gloves, the symbol of a boxer, are off!! Hey, Holy Swordsman! That’s that type of skill!!”
“No other class has punches as destructive as [Boxer]. The terror without weapons, the assassin alive…!”
Predator Penthesilea continued, too excited to sit still.
Holy Swordsman Alexander knew well the power of skills that transform and release equipment.
And if [Boxer] fights with bare fists after taking off the gloves…. it’s a declaration of intent to truly kill the opponent!!
The rapid punches, with a different level of speed and force, were unleashed in a flash.
It was so dazzling that even spectators complained of pain.
“Huuup…!”
Desperately moving with [Rolling], Trung Hieu spun his body to evade punches flying through the dust, widening the distance.
“What was that now…?”
And what emerged from inside was Wakamou Inarizushi, without a scratch.
“My God….”
Taking all that attack and not even a scratch?
The astonished spectators began to murmur.
‘There was impact. If it’s a recovery skill, I’ll press hard without giving a chance to recover.’
But the climber, the opponent climber is the cream of the crop.
Knowing nothing of [Idol’s Body], he quickly caught on and closed in again.
Suddenly appearing as seven figures, a ghost step tricked the eyes!
I couldn’t say why, but I felt the unmistakable gaze of an opponent analyzing me even with closed eyes.
His strategy of using the gaze that seemed to analyze him to his advantage was effective.
Trung Hieu’s seven clones closed the gap, only to be torn by Wakamou’s kicks and punches.
“John L. Sullivan, the last bare-knuckle boxing heavyweight champion, said, ‘Kid, the heavyweight boxing champion of the world means he’s the strongest man on Earth.'”
“Did he say such a thing…?”
Maintaining the thin distance from Wakamou, Trung prowled.
He bombarded flicker jabs from an untouchable distance.
Though Wakamou couldn’t reach Trung, his punches hit accurately as if his arms extended.
“[Glare Straight]!!”
A beam of light, thrown like a spear from the shoulder, pierced through Wakamou Inarizushi’s body.
Trung Hieu boldly played his trump card.
“[Slaughter Body Blow]!”
‘Blocking is futile! I’ll press through!’
He could save his cards unless ending it right here, but he acted boldly.
A body blow fluidly connected to a left hook delivered rigidity to Wakamou.
Before that, a punch flew and dove in with the mobility skill [Ducking] to avoid it.
With the feel of his fist touching his chest as his head angled downward, Trung Hieu, using all his strength as if ascending, shot a punch towards the head.
Before the attack arrived, he hurled himself clear, as if escaping through flames.
“I’m afraid my knowledge of boxers extends only as far as a cute bakery dog.”
“What the…!!”
Fending off the incoming fist with a parry, he landed a punch in the opening.
Ignoring the incoming palm, he parried again, landing a punch under the armpit.
Evading the knee aimed at his chest with [Away], Trung Hieu hammered 20 punches per second into his opponent’s face.
It was so fast, the sound was heard only once.
Though it appeared to be an intense exchange at close quarters, it was Trung Hieu who attacked unilaterally.
“Huff… huff… urgh…”
And then, for nearly five minutes, Trung Hieu didn’t stop his counters of parry, evade, and strike until he staggered.
His bloodied hands trembled.
“You by youby”
And Wakamou Inarizushi, who hadn’t landed a single blow on Trung Hieu, remained unscathed.
Seeing her composed and smiling could be demoralizing.
But she was merely acting with leisure.
Frankly, even Wakamou didn’t think much, thinking because it’s 8th rank how strong could it be.
──He exceeded expectations with solid strength.
Though possessing only [Idol’s Body], you’d think at least once a hit would land.
But eventually, a [Jab] landed on exhausted Trung Hieu’s face, depleting his stamina.
“…This… can’t be…!!”
He threw another punch in disbelief, but Wakamou evaded with slight upper body movement.
Trung Hieu, breathing heavily, witnessed this.
“─Like this?”
Bang─!!
Trung Hieu spun dozens of times in place, as if struck by a truck, then collapsed headfirst.
Standing with iron will, blood spurting, he rushed, but his punch didn’t connect.
Trung Hieu doubted his eyes, as his breath halted.
The move tapping down like light he wielded several times previously against Wakamou’s assault was indeed a [Parry].
“Lariat Express!!”
“Whaaa!?”
Powerfully swinging his forearm, he walloped Trung Hieu.
Charging fiercely with it, Wakamou collided with a boulder in the conjured field.
With a massive crater, the boulder crumbled with a thunderous crash.
“Ah… it’s a demon…”
One climber shook with fear and said.
The opponent, who he could have swiftly defeated, had their hope crushed as if trampled mercilessly.
The brutally devastating combat style of the idol was overwhelming for Vietnamese climbers, turning their heads in discomfort.
─The root of the issue was a terrible habit acquired in the tower.
From merely observing to see if an enemy’s attack could be mimicked, should it appear imitable.
“[Boxing] is something anyone can learn….”
Especially since it was boxing, it would’ve been easier to learn, the King of Authority nodded.
Watching Trung Hieu go all out stirred some hope, but the result was devastating.
Some climbers near entering Diamond League were considering surrender.
Trung Hieu wasn’t weak.
“This is, the strongest in the world….!!”
And his defeat wasn’t without meaning.
The higher the wall to overcome, the keener the sense of competition grows.
There was a hopeful notion among climbers worried it wouldn’t be much.
Despite having watched the battle videos uploaded by Wakamou himself, they did not hide their desire to “fight!”
“─Looks like the arena is functioning well.”
And witnessing such a match, the [Mediator] praised.
Climbers will always need a place to fight.
The [Black Tower], the current [Tower], and [Climbers] share the same nature.
“So, what in the world are you really, 【Idol】?”
Monsters inside the tower also have [Classes].
Some have mimicked legendary classes.
But…..
The higher the level, “the overwhelmingly most numerous class” would be 【Idol】.
When the climbers will come to this truth?
The Mediator wished for the revelation of Wakamou Inarizushi’s red pill’s nature.
She was a VTuber whose existence was a mystery itself!!
Could there be anything more mysterious?
“…..”
Watching the continuing duel, the Mediator was lost for words.
“Photon Beam, Getter Beam, Jin Zero Beam!! Breast Fire!!”
“Aieee!!”
Bang─ Bang─
The Spartan rolled on the floor to avoid the laser beams spewed by the massive bear.
─ Among bear-type monsters, some do shoot beams!!
But was there one that spews heat rays from a crescent moon tattoo on its chest….?
Even though the Mediator didn’t recall all tower monsters, it seemed there was.
“Stoner Sunshine!!!”
“Gaahh!!”
Lifting a gigantic fireball high, Wanda Haye pulverizes Spartan.
Despite the terrifying show of power exhibited by Wakamou, the audience fell into silence, startled by the bizarre spectacle.
Though transformed into something that could only be called a bear, a bear does not fight like that.
Probably….
“Hoong Hoong Hoong”
Shaking its head wildly while gnawing and shredding Spartan, even Predator turned pale, closing his eyes.
They were mere techniques she invoked while shouting, without even being [Skills]…!!
What madness…!!
“Fight till you’re crushed, Adelheid!!! Isn’t hurt!! Okay, just gently in the belly. It’ll be over soon.”
With chisels and a doll modelled after herself, creating an art piece even with bullets from [Shooter] embedded in her body, the Artist.
“Navy Karate Secret Technique!! Gum Gum Namiken Ice Age 1 Million Volt Electric Crow White Blow!!!”
“That’s not even Karate!!”
Utilizing bizarre attacks while calling it Karate, the Wizard pounded his opponent into submission.
Watching these fights live gave the Mediator a headache.
※
“So, Asuka wants to invite everyone to Жop-topia. It’s too precious a hell made by mankind for me to see alone.”
“Can’t you just format stuff out?”
“Wouldn’t that erase my memories with Jong-il as well?”
“Who the heck is Jong-il. Who’s that supposed to be?!”
Grumbling while Yu Ying, setting up the Inari Noana─Foxhole Shop.
Asuka tried renaming the card pack to [Yu Yingham], promptly stopped by her.
“It’s only one dakimakura. Part of employee welfare.”
“?? Isn’t there a big one at home?”
Next, arranging the goods, Yu Ying picked up the Wakamou Inarizushi dakimakura.
Asuka pointed out Yu Ying probably had nine on her bed at least, getting ignored with no response.
The Russian [Tower Lord] was discussing grand ideas about holding an event with card games(?) since arenas were being held in Italy.
“As if card games could be as life-threatening as the real battles?”
“Then wouldn’t making it a real Dark Duel solve that problem?”
“Stop thinking like the Russians.”
The Tower Lord proudly bragged about receiving a [Cost] from the Korean Tower, showcasing a confident smile.
“─I’ve been curious. What on Earth is this Cost thing?”
“Human history, energy made from soul? ──Honestly, no idea”
“Huh?”
“The Mediator might know? It gets produced when a human climbs the tower. It creates resources. It’s our duty.”
The Tower Lord explained it emerges even if climbers perish, or a monster that escaped due to tower collapse kills.
He added both are inefficient.
Yu Ying was appalled, isn’t that way too uninterested…?
Understanding they cannot be viewed as normal humans, isn’t it a bit unsettling?
While looking disdainfully at the Tower Lord, who casually suggested they may destroy a few [Towers] nationwide for fun to earn Tower Coins.
A customer entered the shop that had begun operations, raising their head toward Yu Ying.
A strange, unsettling gaze and an unpleasantness followed by warning alarms going off in instinct.
“עִיר?”
A casual throw of an ancient Hebrew word meaning 【Guardian】.
Wakamou had once mentioned seeing something in the [Black Tower] and provided a few suspect words.
And with the customer flinching, Asuka drew her gun.
“Freeze! Robot Detective, I’m Deckard!”
Immediately after, the customer took off, evading bullets fired with both hands, none hitting home.
“Hey”
“Shooting accuracy at 1.09%. The human part might be the other 98.91%…”
Come on, not even Wakamou(?) missed that closely right??
“Was it wearing human skin? Should we chase? It’s a bother.”
Running a TCG store, Yu Ying wondered why she always ended up involved in such matters.
Is my fate unlucky?
“How did it get in?”
“Isn’t it unrestricted? How many are here?”
“─The moment I threw the word, the killing intent felt like about seven.”
Hearing Yu Ying, the 【Tower Lord】 figured they’d capture it and ask how it entered.
“《Ah, mic test. Currently, there are 8 [Guardians] inside the tower. There’s a suspected [Ancient Human]— rewards for capture are available》”
Motivation is always driven by desire!
A throng of people began bustling about.
A dire occurrence was unraveling with many climbers gathered in Italy.
“Speaking of which, Robert mentioned something about [Ancient Humans] being good for vitality…”
An ominous fate loomed over ancient humans…..
“《It’s also said [Ancient Humans] are good for vitality as materials. We are crafting special potions》”
Silence poured over. Asuka merely gave a thumbs-up without a word.
It was time for humanity to do what it does best!!
Eradicate other races…!!
A ladder-kicking race showing no exceptions even to themselves was on the move!!
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