Boom!

Riel carried the sword and fell to the ground with a heavy slump.

In the battle just now, the final slash caused a huge load on his body.

Red blood continued to spill from the violently undulating body, and every bone and muscle of this body overflowed with intense pain as if it had been crushed.

Despite Rare's extraordinary will, the [Expression] skill was activated wildly, constantly hypnotizing his body.

However, the fact that the data panel has dropped by 10% and is still decreasing is a fact that cannot be concealed.

"Hiss-hoo-hiss-hoo-"

Every breath was a heart-rending pain, and this time, the trauma suffered by Riel was worse than ever.

This seems to be Riel's daily routine after each battle.

His fragile body is always difficult to withstand an excessively strong combat load.

Although the abilities of the Instant Realm can allow oneself to burst out with great power, it cannot truly match the body with these powers.

Thinking back to his experience in the second dungeon, he was able to withstand this extremely strong force, although his character physique was almost the same as it is now.

The power of chaos is like a bridge between reality and thought, carrying the power of transformation between spirit and matter.

[It seems that we have to come up with a way to find a way to increase the body's carrying capacity......]

Although Arrail has thought this way more than once, it is not easy to do so.

So far, although he has borrowed some ideas from the forces of chaos, there is no concrete and feasible method.

Swallowing a green pill with difficulty, a vitality like the rejuvenation of the earth and the revival of everything erupted in his body.

A delicate warm current flowed through the shattering pain, and Rare's health slowly stopped falling.

After Tigal fell, the red-green blood emitted a faint woody smell and wafted through the air.

Along with this breath, there is also a vague restlessness.

Blood-thirsty fangs, trembling wildly.

Feeling the restless sensation, Riel gritted his teeth and reluctantly pulled a dim dagger out of his bag.

The dagger came from the underground ruins and was one of the first relics he found.

Due to the need to kill to perform the ritual, Rare had not used it for a long time.

After killing Tigar, Riel wields the dagger and silently feels the ripples transmitted from it.

Drain Flow——

The sound of blood running rings in my ears.

In a trance, a blood-colored aura in the air was absorbed by it, as if breathing, and the restlessness on the dagger became more and more intense.

A hot, restless urge came from it, urging Riel to collect more of the blood-colored substance.

[This feels a bit similar to the chaotic energy before, is the principle the same......]

Although the blood-colored aura that emanated from Tigal's death was very strong, the amount of killing required for the ritual was far from enough for Tigal alone.

Suddenly, a hysterical cry came from behind him.

"Rui...... Riel, Dead ...... Death provokes a lot of people! I...... What are we going to do? We are murderers wow, the whole world has no place for us to mess with! ”

During the previous battle, this guy didn't know where to shrink, but now he is unscathed.

It's just that judging from her vegetable-looking face, it should also be a thrilling experience.

Placing the dagger in his backpack, Riel stood up in pain that tore through his body, and grimly rubbed his blood-soaked lenses.

"You don't have to be poor, there is no communication facility to communicate with the outside world, and all the people related to the Order Federation have died, and the next thing to do is to destroy the traces."

Mo Mo's little face turned pale, and he pointed at himself tremblingly.

"Uh...... Traces of destruction? That...... What about me, I'm a trace......"

Riel put his glasses back on, his gaze sharp as a sword.

"Don't remind me, if you die I don't know where you'll be resurrected, so I won't kill you, you have to stay with me all the time."

"Uh-wow!"

Mo Mo, who saw through the trick, shuddered and forced a smile.

"Don't, don't wow! Twisted melons are not sweet! You let me go, I promise not to reveal a word, and run far away......"

However, Riel didn't eat this at all, and he wouldn't believe a single punctuation mark in the other party's nonsense.

But he still has to make a fool of himself with the other party, at least until he has enough energy to deal with the consequences of the incident here, he will not let this white hair leave his side.

The sharpness in his eyes gradually retracted, and Rare's gaze softened, and the standard professional smile appeared on his face.

He gently pressed the other party's thin shoulder, and promised in a soft tone.

"Don't worry, play games with us, we won't treat you badly, we will definitely keep you fed and clothed, and you don't have to work, if you feel dissatisfied, you can leave on your own after a month, how about it?"

Riel pondered that in a month's time, he should be able to easily settle the stakeholders on his own.

When the time comes, it doesn't matter who you love to say with this big mouth.

Hearing Rare's promise, Momo's eyes flickered, her big eyes blinked a few times, and she said with her white little fingers.

"That'...... Then you can't beat me, you can't scold me, you have to feed me every day, you can't force me to work, you have to ensure my personal safety......"

The other party's request didn't seem to be too much, and Riel nodded, and the right to pay hush money should be paid.

"Yes, but you can't deliberately get in the way of me doing things."

"No problem!"

Mo Mo stretched out a white little finger and said with big eyes.

"Retractor."

It's naïve, but ...... This is also the prototype of the spirit of contract, emphasizing the authenticity and validity of the contract through a simple ritual of connecting the limbs.

Riel has always kept his word, and he didn't hesitate to reach out and hook the other's little finger.

"Hang yourself on the hook, never change!"

When the two of them clasped their thumbs together, Riel seemed to be touched, and his mind was in a trance.

(PS. Hook hanging is actually two actions, hook refers to the little fingers hooked together, hanging refers to the thumbs interlocked, connecting the hands of two people into a ring)

But when he felt it carefully, he didn't notice anything.

[Was the battle just now too draining, my head hurts, and it seems that my mental value is still a little insufficient......]

Throughout the operation, Riel gained 270 combat experience and 140 social experience, which were not enough in Rare's eyes and could only be used as a mosquito leg.

What he was looking forward to was the chaotic experience he would gain after the news spread here, and that was what would make him laugh and not speak.

Beckoning Momo to help, Rare dragged his tired and broken body and cleaned up the entire colony.

It's already midnight, and the Plant Order Federation has a curfew, and it is strictly forbidden to go out from 12 p.m. to 4 a.m.

So no one is coming from the base at this moment.

Mister, who had been in a coma, had not yet woken up, and when he counted the time, it was not far from the time to go offline.

Riel is in no hurry to release the people who are being held in the colony, and he is now in too bad condition to do anything like giving speeches.

He intended to spend the night here and the next morning to deal with all matters relating to the transfer of the men.

It is no surprise that these people who are outside the Federation of Order will become the first batch of assistants for him to open up the world.

The ticking of his pocket watch rings in his ears, and Riel closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep, where he will awaken again in another world......