Regression Is Too Much - Regression Is Too Muchchapter 263

263 – Proved by the Regressor (3)

“Whahaha!!!”

Haha!!!”

The sound of joyful laughter makes the mountains cry. Small birds and wild animals stick out their heads and run away, while larger animals wander from a distance and flee when they see the size of the group.

A group of topless blonde men and women. And the five men and women who followed them. Naturally, those who lead are ‘warriors’, and those who follow are players.

“Tsk… “

An Italian man clicking his tongue.

“I’m not a soldier. “I’m going to kill a villain, so is it okay to be this loud?”

“What… “Wouldn’t there be an idea?”

“Hey, what does a gymnast know?”

“Shut up.”

While the players were talking about things only they knew, I paid attention to something else.

“Jiwon.”

“Huh?”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“What?”

“Killing the warlock.”

From the 25th floor ontowards, the tower explicitly allowed ‘people’ to be killed. Even though they were subordinate to the tower, there was some instinctive resistance to killing people, and it seemed like it would have an impact on Choi Ji-won, who showed great aversion to murder.

“… To be honest, I don’t like it. It can’t be helped.”

Choi Ji-won responds calmly to my questions.

“I don’t know if there is some kind of trick… When a mission like this so blatantly wants someone’s death, I don’t think there’s much I can do. I guess I should say it’s fortunate that they are targeting evil people or people who want to die.”

Choi Ji-won’s position is that if it is a mission, there is nothing that can be done. Of course, I added that we should be careful about repeating this experience and getting used to killing people. She can control herself well, and she is speaking to me.

“Don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“Okay then.”

While chatting about trivial things, we continue our march. At first, the group was wading through the snow. Around lunch time, the leader stopped so the players also stopped.

“You-all! “Your stamina is amazing!”

The captain speaks while wiping the sweat from his forehead. The upper body of his, with trembling muscles, is red.

“I haven’t even walked for hours.”

“Walking in the snow is not easy! I guess I underestimated him too much! “I admit it!”

The captain who hit the shoulder of a nearby player handed out the bread from before, saying he would take a break for a while. Warriors who enjoy it too. (Of course, no player ate it.)

“Where did the bread come from?”

“Huh?”

In the end, I couldn’t control my curiosity and asked the captain directly.

“Do you know how to make bread? “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Of course not!”

“Then where did the bread come from?”

Normally, this would be an argumentative tone, a declaration to fight, but… Should these people be called naive or stupid? For some reason, I thought he would give me an honest answer, so I just asked him outright.

“Hmm!”

The captain answered obediently as I expected.

“I found it under the snow!”

“… Yes?”

“The snow around here is thick! If you search carefully, you often find useful items! We are using them!”

“No, that’s strange, isn’t it?”

A French woman suddenly raises her voice.

“If you look through the snow, will you find rice, a log cabin, and a glass window?”

“That’s right!”

“… “

I would have expected a more proper answer, but I had nothing more to say to the captain who readily acknowledged it. This is because conversations were between intellectuals.

“Leader! “Captain!”

At that time, another warrior came running with a smile the size of a hamburger.

“Why but!”

“I found it! Meat!”

“Meat?”

“Meat!”

“Eat as much as you want!”

In fact, even before the captain gave the order, the men were eating something. It was the carcass of a dead reindeer.

“Delicious!”

“Fresh!”

Savages who scoop up the intestines of reindeer and eat them straight away. It may have been true that it was fresh because it was covered in snow, but it wasn’t a very pleasant sight.

“… “

“… “

There were no weak players throwing up or anything. That doesn’t mean he was fine, though. The expression was clearly distorted. There is no way a civilized person would not feel offended after seeing that.

“Aren’t you eating?”

I asked in passing. This is because the captain kept his position even while swallowing his saliva.

“I am the captain! Captains must set an example! So he must know how to be patient!”

The captain pounded his chest as before. With this answer just now, my curiosity has crossed the threshold.

“What is the reason for fighting black magicians?”

Although these people showed some aspects of civilization, they were also barbaric. Although it had some kind of morality instilled in it, it was also free. Somewhere between barbarians and civilized people. It felt like I was seeing something strangely mixed up.

Therefore, we ask the fundamental reason. What is the reason for fighting a warlock?

“He is the enemy of our clan.”

The captain still looks at the carcass of the reindeer, but gives a serious answer.

“My father too. The father too. The father too. The first father too. They all died while challenging the warlock. “I tried to kill him and left for God.”

“… “

“Warlocks are our enemies. It must be killed. “Our clan exists to kill warlocks, and this will is firm.”

“… “Is there meaning when you die?”

“Meaning? I don’t know what it means. Even if I die, it’s okay.”

The captain tapping his lower abdomen.

“I have three sons. I have two daughters. They will challenge the warlock again. If I can’t be my son, then I can be my son’s son again. Son’s son’s son. One day, we will defeat the evil warlock and restore peace to our clan.”

“… “

“Even if you fail, there is a next time. There is a chance if you don’t give up. We will succeed someday. Failure now is only the foundation for the future. The evil warlock will definitely die.”

In the eyes of the captain who said that, there was will. I felt pure will. A clear, sparkling, clear will. A firm determination to achieve the goal is evident.

“… “What did that warlock do?”

“Hmm?”

“What did the warlock do that everyone from ancestors to descendants sacrificed their lives to fight… ?” Do you hate me? “What is the reason?”

The captain bursts out laughing.

“I don’t know.”

“… ?”

“Does it matter? I learned it from my father. That guy must die. He’s an evil bastard. He said to be a corpse. I am a warrior. So do what you were taught. There is nothing strange.”

By then, only the skin and bones remained of the reindeer’s carcass. Normally, they would have taken care of their outer shell, but these are people who are now going to fight, risking death. The captain raised his voice and said, ‘Let’s go!’

“It’s bittersweet.”

“I kinda…” ” “It gives me goosebumps.”

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Looking at the scene, the players waved their arms. Something felt very uncomfortable, but it was because I couldn’t pinpoint the reason.

The captain had a strong will, but no free will. He had the strength to move forward, but he did not have the intelligence to look ahead. Just like a well-programmed robot walking toward a fiery pit, they simply throw themselves into a future of destruction. He stood with the hope that he might succeed someday.

He had a lot to say, but he didn’t say it out loud. Not only did he not help with fraud, but it was all just speculation.

“Let’s focus.”

First of all, the warlock. Let’s worry about it later.

**

A full day has passed. So, it means that night has come again.

“Over there!”

The group, continuing their forced march, finally arrived at the mountain. A mountainside dripping with unidentifiable cold. You can see a cave with an insidious energy flowing out.

“Is there anyone having a hard time?”

“There is nothing!”

“Then let’s go!”

“Wow!!!”

There were no long speeches, no final maintenance sessions, or no strategizing. The warriors simply started running towards the cave. The players who briefly exchanged glances followed suit and ran.

Entrance to the cave. There is a pile of human bones. The warriors run without heeding anything.

As I went further, a half-decomposed corpse suddenly appeared on the floor. The warriors disposed of the corpses, showing off their great masculinity, but because they did not reach the level of ‘superman,’ some sacrifices were made. Of course, no one cared.

Sharp bones rose from the floor. Three warriors died.

Suddenly a large hand came out of the wall. Two warriors were captured.

A huge fish made of bones blocked the road. Four warriors died from excessive bleeding.

“Wow!!!”

“Let’s go!!!”

The death of their colleagues did not give them any fear or hesitation. Just warriors running like they did in the beginning. The players were the only ones who prayed for the cold corpse to rest in peace.

So run, run, run again.

“We have arrived!”

“It’s a bastard!”

Finally, when the warriors stopped.

The deepest part of the cave. On the barely visible side, I saw a vague silhouette. When magic power is applied to the eyes, the complete shape is revealed.

“Is that it?”

Black robe. A staff with a skull on it. Pieces of ice sprouted all over the body. The energy of death hovers gloomily nearby.

First of all, a hyper-transformed body. The skin is purple, heavily wrinkled, and twisted here and there. It almost looks like a human chrysalis rather than a human.

I was able to know for sure even without anyone telling me.

That is a warlock.

“You won’t feel bad about killing someone.”

I adjusted my grip to the sword.

Because I had a strong feeling that that thing too had escaped the human race.