Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 230 The plan to destroy Artosh was made by Ritsuka
"Rick! Ritsuka-kun is a survivor who escaped from the tribe in the southwest. He arrived at our tribe half a day before you returned and brought us food, so I..."

A red-haired woman with a very good figure emerged from the crowd.

Her bright hair and blue eyes sparkled with life, even in this cave.

She met Rick's colorless eyes and spoke without any fear.

Then, he leaned close to Rick's ear and whispered something in his ear.

"I know what you're thinking, but Ritsuka will probably be fine. You'll know the reason once you talk to her."

Of course.

Rick easily noticed Fujimaru's slight sense of incongruity, so the residents of the human tribe could also feel it.

In this world, fools cannot survive and have been screened out by this overly cruel world.

The red-haired girl in front of him was named Kelong, and she called herself Rick's "sister".

If Rick is the leader of the human tribe, then Kron is the one in power.

Rick glanced at his 'sister'.

Indeed, the reason why Rick was not overwhelmed by the abnormal situation at the first time was not only because he was used to keeping a poker face, but also because there was Kron in this tribe. Since she recognized Fujimaru Ritsuka, it meant that no matter whether the other party was human or not, at least she did not have clear hostility.

"Then, come with me."

"Ivan, go and inform the others of the information we found, and then prepare for the move. I will talk to this gentleman."

Calmly issuing tasks to the men behind him, Rick motioned for Ritsuka to follow him.

Li Xiang was naturally happy to do so.

Da da da.
What can be seen everywhere inside human settlements is decay.

There were several old oil lamps hanging on the mostly rotten pillars.

Rick took down one of the oil lamps, took out the tinderbox from his pocket and lit it.

Relying on the dim orange light, the two men moved forward towards the tunnel dug deep in the cave. The depth was enough to accommodate a hundred people. Although it was tight, at least they could survive.

They provide enough food, clothing, and even occasionally consider developing technologies to adapt to survival. Under high-pressure environments, humans are not allowed to develop technology, but they still stubbornly continue their civilization.

"what happened?"

Rick asked Ritsuka who was looking around behind him with no extra emotion in his hoarse voice.

"Sorry, I just admire you."

Behind him, Ritsuka didn't try to hide herself at all and smiled innocently.

".Doesn't your tribe have such facilities?"

"Well, I don't have the concept of 'tribe'. The wandering tribe is a lie I told."

"."

Sudden silence.

Rick paused.

His eyes flickered twice, he didn't expect Ritsuka to be 'exposed' so quickly.

The blade was stuck at his waist, but Rick showed no sign of reaching for it.

He walked in front of him with his back to Ritsuka, and slowly—

Put down the oil lamp.

Raised his hand.

Hands raised.

Rick raised his hands expressionlessly in a gesture of surrender recognized by all races, and even signaled with his eyes the blade at his waist.

"I don't have any offensive items other than this."

So smooth.

As if he had anticipated this situation, Rick exposed his life to others without dignity or hesitation, hoping to exchange it for a chance for peaceful dialogue.

It's not that I'm not afraid of death.

But in this state, he will not do anything that is "not conducive to survival."

Noticing that Ritsuka was stunned, Rick slowly lowered his hand.

"Sincerity in conversation. Next, you can tell me what you want to talk to me about."

There were many signs that showed the other party's purpose was to "talk". No matter what the result of the conversation was, Rick could only deal with it calmly.

Entering his small room, Rick closed the door gently.

The small room, originally created by digging a cave, seemed even narrower due to the numerous books and props piled up inside.

There was a small dining table in the middle of the room, a drafting table on the inside, and a simple bed next to it.

Rick placed the oil lamp on the cartography table, unpacked his luggage, and arranged the various items he had obtained on the table. The previously drawn map overlapped, illuminated by the lamp, and hung on the wall.

Ritsuka asked as he scanned the room, which was completely exposed, and then sat down with Rick.

"Did you notice early on that I wasn't a castaway?"

"No human in this world would have eyes like yours - too calm. Even someone as thick-skinned as Kron would only pretend to be full of energy to deceive others."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I am afraid, but if all your actions point to 'talking', then I can only cooperate." Rick said calmly, taking the cup and pouring water, "It's just that there is no change on my face."

"Killing your own heart just to survive?"

"." Rick paused and continued pouring water.

Then, in front of Lixiang, he took a sip to show that it was not poisonous, and then sat down.

"I guess so. I can't survive without this. So, can I ask a question?"

"Of course~ Isn't the meaning of dialogue that both parties exchange questions with each other?"

It was not until the boy put down his bulky fur clothes and took off his goggles that Ritsuka was able to see Rick's appearance clearly.

She has a tall and thin figure with long spiky hair, and at first glance, the only differences are her clothing and hair color.

The pupils of his eyes were lavender, like those of the dead, darker than the darkness of the cave. He wore a red scarf over his tattered brown clothes.

Just like the destitute god of death in mythology.

But what surprised Ritsuka even more was
Wow.

Long and empty
"So—what are you?"

What interrupted Ritsuka's sigh was Rick's quiet voice, "If it's inconvenient to answer, you can refuse to answer."

While Ritsuka was able to observe Riku, the man was also observing Ritsuka.

At first glance, his clothes looked dirty, but you could clearly see that the man's facial features were quite delicate and his body was in extremely good health. It was impossible for a human who needed to hide and run around to develop such a physique.

The deep blue eyes were warm and gentle, without any trace of anger in them.

Having said that——

(When he walked over just now, there was no sound of his footsteps, but there were indentations on the scraps of grass cloth that matched his estimated weight.)
(In other words, the silent footsteps are a skill, but the body itself fits into the category of a 'living being' - Great, at least it's not a race from the upper six.)
(The spiritual needle disk that I deliberately placed on the outside of the bag was pointing out the window and not turning, which meant that this man did not use magic on himself.)
(Is it really just a matter of temperament that they feel close despite not having magic?)

(Then let’s test whether this is a vampire’s illusion.)
It seems like nothing has been done, but in fact everything has been done within the scope of one's ability.

Rick had done a lot of speculation in a short period of time.

The rest is just a list.
"It's okay." Ritsuka was also aware of Rick's scrutiny, so he asked curiously, "But I think Mr. Rick should have guessed it."

(Want to test me? Show me how much.)

". The most likely possibility is that [humans have established cooperative relations with other races through some means], and with the protection of other races, they are able to obtain your physique and health status, and easily cross the wilderness to find our base." Rick made a simple analysis.
"Although humans don't have Elemental Corridors, their thinking circuits and creativity are not inferior to other creatures. If they come up with an invention that sparks inspiration, they may be able to gain a certain status among the Werebeasts, Dwarves, and Elves."

But it was the same status as livestock, Rick thought.

But the appearance of the human in front of him was quite outstanding, to the extent that even the elves would feel ashamed of themselves, and was almost on par with the legendary Flügel who were born as beautiful as fairies.

The beastmen themselves lack food and cannot possibly support humans.

It is possible that the Dwarves could use humans, but in terms of 'technology' alone, they would not be able to make it count.

Therefore, in Rick's mind, Ritsuka is most likely a domesticated "dog" that is protected as a rare animal by the elves.

If this answer is wrong
(Then it could only be a 'human' from another world summoned by a ritual from another world.)
Rick thought.

It is said that the existence of higher-level life forms, such as the Gods, can communicate with the existence of different worlds, but for the human race, that is a true "legend" and cannot be confirmed.

So Rick only assigned a 10 percent probability to this possibility.

"I'm sorry, I'm from another world~" Ritsuka smiled and answered honestly.

Well, if this were put in a fantasy novel, it would be a very poisonous point! (Look up)

Exposing himself like this, is Fujimaru Ritsuka really that confident?
But, in the end—

Even if Rick knew, he wouldn't be able to do anything, and he wouldn't be surprised by it.

(It seems that reality will still give me some small surprises.)
Rick remained expressionless.

After all, it was within the possibilities he considered, so there was nothing surprising about it.

For humans, nothing the [Gods] above do is surprising.

"I see. Then, can you tell me your purpose?"

Even Ritsuka had to admire Rick's calm attitude. He then leaned forward happily and said as a matter of course.

"End this war."

"I want to end pointless wars on this planet."

【————】

Hollow.

It was like the sharp alarm sounded by an electrocardiogram after a cardiac arrest, and there was a long tinnitus.

Huh… Huh, Huh…

…When I came to my senses, I found that the scene in front of me had turned into pure white.

The hot blood rushing to my head cooled down instantly.

Words that cannot be ignored.

"Wait, is this what the God-Seed that summoned you to end this war told you?" Rick tried to calm his fluctuating heart and continued to ask, but his originally calm speech speed also began to speed up a little.

"more or less."

"Which god?"

"There is no specific god. In other words, it can be anyone, as long as I can end this war."

"."

absurd.

The gods have been fighting for their own victory and for the throne of the only God - this is the consensus of mankind.

But if
What if a certain god suddenly introduced an unknown element like "Another World" not for his own victory, but to end this war that lasted for a thousand years?
A fantasy that even Rick wouldn't even dream of considering.

But if this is true
".Then why did you want to find our human tribe?"

almost.

The moment he asked the question, Rick regretted it.

I shouldn't have revealed my intentions so quickly.

However, he couldn't stop himself, because Rick's observation ability was enough for him to imagine a possibility.

An unfamiliar feeling of "happiness" that frightened him, yet made his tailbone numb and his brain feel as if it were filled with honey.

That is--

"Because I want [humanity] to win this war."

The 'fellow tribesman' in front of him smiled brightly.

"I have a plan, Mr. Rick, would you like to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)