大神同学要被吃掉

A red flash split his view in half.

-Vertical cut!

Frightened, Pit stepped back and assumed a defensive posture.

A red Blade Aura passed by his shoulder.

Blood splattered.

“Ugh!”

Feeling a throbbing pain in his shoulder, he broke out in cold sweat.

Although he avoided it, if he had dodged an inch less, it would have been his neck, not his shoulders.

‘Wow, that was dangerous…’

No matter how superior their side was, the Valtara warrior was much superior when it came to individuality.

A moment of neglect could lead to death.

Pit twisted his lips as he looked at Gabe, who dealt with the rest of the enemy party.

‘Damn Latna bastards.’

Gabe focused all the Aliens against the Valtara warrior, citing one cause or another.

The reasons were certainly plausible.

But Pit knew the truth.

‘It’s obvious. You want to play it safe.’

There was no way that Gabe’s party would lose with that much numerical advantage.

However, no law prevented deaths.

And there was no way to guarantee that nobody would die on their side.

What was the point of winning the battle if he died?

It was only natural for them to order the Aliens to focus fire on the monstrous Valtara warrior. They safely fought against the low-level enemies to protect their precious lives.

‘I know, but I have no choice because I’m not in a position to fight back.’

Either way, it was better for the Aliens to fight together.

Their chemistry could be disrupted if others interrupted their teamwork.

So he didn’t protest.

Even so, Gabe’s cause was ridiculous.

‘You think we might kill the incarnation?’

They still didn’t understand the Aliens at all.

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve lost the incentives to kill the Goddess.’

Pit smiled bitterly, recalling the first time he fell into the world decades ago.

* * *

Ryu Han-bin had a passing thought while looking at the six Aliens.

-But there’s a lot of different races. Are they Americans?

It was a reasonable idea for Koreans familiar with Hollywood movies and dramas that featured many races as leading and supporting actors.

None of them were real Americans.

Pit Steward was an Italian-Canadian, Mahathir was a Malaysian Muslim, and Akwashi, a black man in his 30s, was an African-Congolese.

Alice was a Western name, but she was from Hong Kong, and Jeffrey was Asian, but her nationality was British.

Rather, Lin Suyen, who appeared to be a blonde Western woman, was Chinese.

There were quite a few ethnic minorities in China with Russian blood.

The Devil Omphalos randomly selected and summoned anyone from Earth for as long as they passed the qualifications.

races and countries were forced to gather.

However, those who had survived for decades no longer had the concept of their country of origin.

In their 20s or early 30s, they had fallen into Latna and lived there for decades.

The time spent in that world was much longer than the time they lived in their hometown.

As such, their goal of returning to Earth was clouded.

‘I used to think I just wanted to go back.’

Pit was also quite excited when he had first fallen into Latna.

He was thrilled by his expectations for the new world and the powerful ability in his hands.

It was fun to see himself getting stronger by raising his level.

It was difficult to see the weak bow their heads before him when he was on Earth.

But that was it.

What better was that world than Earth?

First of all, the people’s mindsets were so different that it was difficult to adapt.

Even if he adapted properly, his life remained uncomfortable.

When it was hot and cold, it was really hot and cold. Food was boring, and the aristocrats’ high-quality clothing wasn’t better than the cheap clothes on Earth.

Even the shoes were uncomfortable.

On Earth, even simple sneakers were made based on a lot of functional research.

Moreover, food wasn’t the only thing that bored him.

Life was even more boring.

How many people in the modern world had devoted themselves to one ‘joy’ and developed a culture?

Music? Songs? Movies?

In that brutal world, the play was all about holding festivals and dancing among themselves or enjoying theatrical plays or tricks that occasionally came.

Of course, some pleasures in that world couldn’t be obtained on Earth.

‘I can punch a bad boy to death, and I can harass any girl I want.’

It was quite a pleasant experience in the beginning.

Breaking taboos was a lovely thing.

However, it didn’t last long either.

Reverse wisdom didn’t necessarily have to be activated when there was tremendous empathy.

He could feel it simply by changing the situation.

That meant he could become an unlucky boy and be beaten to death, or the Latnains could brutally harass him!

The majority of Aliens tried to adapt to the new world after falling into Latna.

And most of them died miserably.

Those who survived only dreamed of returning to Earth.

They became enthusiastic about killing the Goddesses.

What if they couldn’t achieve it after decades of trying?

Their desire to return to Earth was fading away.

They felt that Latna was uncomfortable in many ways compared to Earth.

However, that was the story when their level was low.

Magic existed in that world.

Although aristocrats’ clothing was not as good as the Earth’s cheap clothes, they had only ever seen lower-class aristocrats.

A real high-ranking aristocrat or royal family wore fancy clothes with all kinds of magic.

It turned out that Latna’s shoes were comfortable enough.

Properly-made middle-aged leather boots were more comfortable than simple sneakers.

It was just too expensive.

The same went for food.

High-level people could eat all kinds of delicious food.

It just cost a fortune.

Latna wasn’t uncomfortable compared to Earth.

It was just that majority of the public, like on Earth, couldn’t enjoy the convenience.

The higher the level, the more money earned, the easier life became.

Then, the only problem left was the boredom unique to modern people, which had been solved by the pleasure reward given at level 50.

Aliens, who were above level 50, could kill the natives of Latna for intense pleasure.

The pleasure wasn’t comparable to the drugs on Earth.

Unlike drugs, there were no physical side effects.

For Aliens, who had survived for decades and fully adapted to their new world, Latna was a world where they never got old, where they could continue to feel pleasure, and where they didn’t feel much inconvenience.

But sending them to Earth?

‘Well, if we go back to Earth with our ability intact, that wouldn’t be a bad idea…’

Pit laughed.

There was no Latnain on Earth.

It meant that no matter how many Earthlings they killed, they wouldn’t get pleasure reward.

‘How many people would give up this reward?’

It wasn’t because there was a way to return to Earth that Akhtarun’s Aliens cheered for Garhan’s offer.

It was because they could get out of Akhtarun and kill Latnains again.

The same was true for Pit’s party.

They didn’t want to go back to Earth.

The Top Three were not interested in whether they became Gods.

The only thing that mattered was the immediate pleasure reward!

Towards the powerful ‘Latnain’ with an estimated 110 or higher level, the Valtara warrior in front of them, the six Aliens attacked Han-bin more aggressively.

“Oh, please just die already! You’re so damn good at holding on!”

“That’s good, right? The stronger he is, the greater the reward will be!”

“Of course, it bothers me that he is measured at level five…”

“But I’m not wasting my breath at all.”

Even if there was no pleasure reward, they still had a ‘dessert.’

That blonde young man was hiding between the large trees in the basin.

He was the third person to be blessed by the Goddesses, Leon Hart.

Unlike the Valtara warrior, his level was measured correctly.

[Race: Human Spiritist Lv. 112]

He had a high level, which meant the reward would be amazing.

He was even packed properly for the feast!

“I wish I could kill him and get the reward…”

“If not, we have another prey right there. It won’t be a problem!”

They chatted among themselves and continued to attack Ryu Han-bin.

Alice stretched out her staff with a thrilling look.

“Flash of Penetration, Arcane Strike!”

The pillar of the brilliant light blazed forth.

A magnificent explosion shook the snowfield.

Boom!

* * *

Hidden behind a giant tree, Leon Hart watched the situation.

‘This is dangerous…’

The distance was too far to listen to what they were talking about.

With his Prana sealed, he was no different from ordinary people.

But he knew from his long experience.

Those six were Aliens.

Their methods of combat and their skills showed their true nature.

Gabe, on the other hand, was Latnain.

Those two strangers with Gabe were also showing a Latnain fighting style.

‘… It’s really dangerous.’

Nervous, Leon Hart’s expression hardened.

‘The Transcendental’s henchmen are controlling the Aliens as servants? They look like they’re around level 90 or higher.’

Han-bin and his party didn’t have to be careful about the conversation in front of Leon Hart.

They only hid the fact that Han-bin was from Earth, but they talked about other things openly. The truth was that they did it intentionally to let Leon Hart eavesdrop.

Thanks to that, Leon Hart was able to grasp the situation just by listening to them.

‘Doesn’t what they’re saying make more sense?’

A large number of high-level Aliens had appeared throughout Latna.

And the night was suffering from an unexpected event.

Even the strange sight of Gabe using those men as his servants was right in front of him.

As Han-bin and his party claimed, if the Top Three were behind everything, it made sense.

‘Then, if they lose, I won’t be safe.’

They would never let him live because Leon Hart knew they were working with Aliens.

The problem was that no matter how he thought positively, he didn’t believe that the Valtara warrior could win.

If Leon Hart himself were to deal with those six Aliens at once, he would lose the battle as well.

Even the success rate of escaping wasn’t high.

Even if he did run away, he would die somewhere in the Snow Mountain since his Prana was sealed.

Leon Hart bit his lower lip nervously.

His mind was torn.

‘Damn. What should I do?’