Battle of Snow Mountain (3)
It happened when he was pressuring the Valtara warrior.
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.
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