Chapter 448 ck


    Rain Giant Police.


    The center of the giant world. In other words, it was like the capital city.


    I thought giants formed a tribal society, but it seems that’s not the case.


    “Since thend is sorge, there are many cases where many tribes live as amunity, but some of them are quiterge.”


    “Is that Giant Police?”


    “Yes. It’s kind of like a city. We are self-sufficient, but they trade with othermunities. We also cross over and trade things that are difficult or impossible to make.”


    For example, things like gunpowder or properly refined metals.


    In addition to that, it seems that they bring small artifacts or magical things.


    Wherever people go, it is bound to be bustling. I don’t think it’s strange.


    However, this ce gave a very mysterious feeling as it had a strong shamanic color.


    Why trade things like spider eyeballs and trodden bat poop?


    ‘Shall we learn a little about witchcraft?’


    I’m not very interested in things like curses, but I’m interested in making potions.


    I’ll check it outter when I get a chance.


    “Today we will camp here.”


    “It’s a good choice. We still have a long way to go.”


    Chapter II is in progress, and on the 6th.


    He was heading to Giant Police with Gregory.


    I thought I hade quite a bit, but there was still a distance.


    Originally, it would have taken 8 days to get here, but all the monsters died because of the ck rain, so I came a little faster.


    I didn’t have to get lost in the way because the trees that were growing densely withered, and I also speeded up my movement by moving through tunnels or using rainbow bridges.


    “Looks a little better here, doesn’t it?”


    He tidied up the camp and expressed his impressions.


    If the ces I had passed so far were gloomy because all beasts and monsters had died, there were still grass and insects roaming around here.


    “The first ce where the ck rain urred is where we were. Then we went up north. It still takes some time to get here. At least the mud rain moved that way.”


    Even ck rain seems to have its own direction.


    As a result, it will rain everywhere.


    I have never seen a ck rain fall. I just passed by where there were traces of rain.


    “This would be nice. The roof remains.”


    We are in a ghost town. It was the ce where the giants disappeared, probably to avoid the ck rain.


    The feeling was strange.


    There were traces of giants living there. There are buildings, tools and furniture remain, but now they are cold and warm.


    where did they all go


    “Many are heading to the Giant Police. As the refugees flock, various problems must arise.”


    “It’s not that special.”


    war or natural disaster. It was only natural for refugees to be created when faced with irresistible disasters, and it was inevitable that incidents and idents would continue to ur due to refugees.


    With no connections or money, and no one to help, I have to survive somehow.


    If you steal, steal. cheat if you cheat. It’s good if you can get a job, but if not, you have to get food for the day because it’s illegal.


    ‘Then, if things get progressively more violent, it bes a slum.’


    Rather, it would be fortunate if each area was divided after bing a slum, but in reality the situation is worse.


    People who were there would not want to give up theirnd, and they would not wee the weakening of security due to slums.


    In the worst case, they may have attacked to get rid of the refugees.


    what then Many die.


    -Percussion


    -Gregory


    lit the stove, put a pot on it, and sit down on the bed.


    I alsoid a nket on the cot and sat down. -The


    guy who got into the tea with the


    slurp kettle handed over the teacup and took a sip.


    It was the size of a bucket to me, but I epted it without saying anything. warm and nice


    “It’s not now, but at that time, a meteorite fell in the giant world and there were many changes.”


    night when the sun went down.


    Is it because there are walls and roofs to block the wind, warm tea and fire?


    Gregory, slightly sentimental, started talking about the past.


    I sipped my tea and listened quietly.


    I’m sorry to say this, but as a person in a world headed for destruction, the story of the one who went through destruction first was important information.


    “It rained mud then.”


    “I heard that.”


    “At that time, the pseudonym appeared. that the foretold destruction hade. He said that he had toply and pay for the sins he had umted over the eons.”


    “It’s bullshit.”


    “It’s bullshit.”


    I know. That the toweres to a world full of chaos.


    but what The tower that is created from the umtion of chaos is strange. Am I wrong?


    Is there anyone who has not had a small fight in their life? It’s strange to dismiss all such things as chaos and try to destroy the world.


    It seems like that, but if you say that you havemitted a sin or that you have to adapt, I’ll be okay.


    “The problem is that in the world of giants, such myths and prophecies have great power.”


    “At least it’s true that it happened ording to the prophecy.”


    “Yes.”


    The giant world is a ce where mystery and magic live.


    Prophecies cannot simply be dismissed as nonsense. ording to Gregory, the destruction actually proceeded in a manner simr to the murals on which the prophecies were painted.


    This is why the words of the pseudos have power. This is also the moment when giants, including Gregory, became interested in murals.


    “Many were edified by them and turned into worshipers, and many died under the name of judgment.”


    “It’s a ploy to hasten its destruction.”


    “right.”


    Haven’t you already been through


    70th floor scenario. world tree.


    I remember what the worshiper I met there said.


    He deliberatelyunched an unreasonable attack on the World Tree. As a result, the destruction elerated and the choice was epted.


    In a world where destruction is certain, hunters can choose whether to be an NPC or remain in the world.


    From a worshiper’s point of view, it was easier to enter the tower as soon as possible and live eternal life.


    ‘If it’s a joke to be a worshiper and repeat destruction, then it’s a joke.’


    Although there are cases where it is not.


    If you think about it, there are some strange parts. Worshipers go around shouting eternal life and all, but surprisingly the number of worshipers I met is not many.


    Of course, I haven’t seen all the worshippers, so I can’t confirm, but I’ve seen most of them, like thest chapter in Purgatory?


    Then, where are the worshipers who are not in the safety zone or field?


    Are we living the happy eternal life they were talking about?


    I don’t know. I’m not very interested.


    Anyway, the important thing is…


    “There are fake NPCs created for the scenario in Giant Police.”


    this part.


    The difference between the 70th and 80th floors.


    One of them is a fake NPC. Literally no different from NPCs.


    Unlike Gregory and the others, it is said that there are temporary ones created for the progress of the chapter.


    One reason they exist.


    “We have to recruit more fake NPCs than tower worshippers. That way, their power will be reduced and their destruction will not elerate.”


    “If you fail, it will be like the existing history.”


    The guy nods.


    okay. I know how. By the way


    “Isn’t that the old standard anyway?”


    “That is correct. Since the meteorite was blocked, I don’t know what variables might have arisen. You have to go and see the details.”


    “That’s what I’m saying.”


    I chinned toward the window that was blocked off with a board.


    At first I thought it was firewood burning, but not now.


    -Shooaaaaa


    “Does that change seem to be happening now?”


    I’m sure this isn’t the time toe yet.


    window gap. ck rain was pouring in.


    * * *


    The next morning. came out of the lungs


    It rainedst night and I was frightened, but fortunately it seemed to be passing rain.


    The rain seeped inside, but not enough to overflow.


    Still, I had to send it off with an open eye in case of an unknown situation.


    “Ugh. What kind of trouble is this?”


    I came out and turned on the stretch.


    something that catches my eye.


    – A puddle


    filled with ck rain. A new form of monster with missing feet is pping to get out.


    Every time it ps its wings, tar sshes and sticks to its body.


    Is it because ofck of stamina or because of the stress of not being able to move freely?


    Gradually his movements slowed down and he fell still with his head half buried in the puddle.


    Head out of the puddle. Orange eyes mixed with red met me.


    I made my way slowly to the puddle.


    – I


    tried to take out the bird, but it was covered in sticky rainwater and wouldn’te off.


    If I forcefully applied it, it was certain that the body or wings would be ripped off, so I put my hands in and dug out the puddle.


    I felt resistance, but not enough to ovee my strength.


    “Can’t you do this?”


    I managed to get it out, but the feathers are a mess and I don’t think about straightening the clingy wings.


    Perhaps the beak was attached, but he shook his head vigorously, unable to open it, and copsed.


    Death from extreme stress.


    The situation is even worse when you see it in reality after hearing it only in words.


    “The ecosystem itself is on the verge of copsing.”


    It’s just a shower for a while, but if it’s like this, what will happen when heavy rain pours down?


    If things like nts and insects and small monsters can’t stand it right away, the number of top predators that use them as their staple food will gradually decrease.


    A situation that cuts out the base of the food pyramid.


    I threw away my thumb and forefinger. The tar stuck between them increases.


    In addition to viscosity, there is also sticity. Even if you rub it, it spreads instead of wiping it off.


    [Shower (S) Lv.8]


    -Saaah,


    I wanted to use the shower skill, but it’s only a little wiped out.


    Even so, I reached the S rank, and that’s about it.


    Then I used the clean.


    “Even clean doesn’tpletely erase it?”


    It definitely worked better than a shower, but still a little left.


    It was only after using clean in session that it became clean.


    If this is enough even if you touch it a little, you’ll have a hard time if it’s all over your body.


    “It’s okay.”


    I took a chair from my treasure bag and sat down in front of the puddle.


    Let’s take a closer look at how this happened.


    As much as the worshipers im that the ck Rain is a prophecy, it deserves close scrutiny.


    -I


    dug a new pit next to the puddle with a stick rolling on the floor.


    Tar that flows sideways while slithering.


    Compared to being sticky, it has quite a bit of fluidity. What are the other characteristics?


    -Roaring!


    I sprayed fire towards the slightly pooled ce, but there was no big reaction. I guess there is no vtility. Rather, it feels a little like resisting fire.


    I’d rather have something like oil. Burn it all up when it rains.


    Scratching his head, he exercised his authority. Apparently, using authority is the fastest way.


    [The eyes watching the SSS-ss powerful star are disyed.]


    -Cuzzuzuzuzuzu


    “Mm!


    Instantly, his eyes stung and he frowned.


    This is the first phenomenon after the power level has risen.


    Previously, there were asional pains when overdoing it. There is a lot of information to be extracted or.


    ‘When it is difficult to read information about the opponent.’


    I rubbed my eye bones and focused on the information that gradually came to my mind.


    [ck Rain]


    – Rain that falls in the world of giants.


    -Do you know the legend of theke of tears in the sky?


    -It is said that when God created the giant world, the sky cried as he watched the precious being die.


    – A hugeke was created from the tears.


    -It’s the first time the tower has visited the giant world…


    My eyes hurt.


    The focus blurred and came back repeatedly.


    -Someone awakened a being who was destined to die.


    Tears flowed from the pain that felt like being pricked by a needle.


    In my blurred vision, I peeped.


    -…shards of money…the world….