My players are too fierce!

Chapter 12 I am the Cake Master!

Tavern.

"The mainstream view of the current knowledge-seeking school is that fragments of obsession are essentially a piece of history that has been subjectively processed."

"In other words, many special beings, including that thing in the sky, could potentially be cut into the fragments of obsession."

Emma pointed to the sky, and Roland understood that she was referring to the blood moon.

"Their methods are beyond our imagination. They can sense that they have been cut into pieces, so it is not impossible for them to intervene in the fragments of their obsessions."

Roland understood.

Now he was no longer flustered.

Upon careful consideration, he realized that if the person who made this move was unspeakable and malicious, David Day would definitely be taken offline.

It's even less likely that they would just issue a warning or help him complete his mission objectives, pushing him forward.

Then it's easy to guess what the other party's purpose is.

The other party is in a hurry.

Very urgent.

The other party needs a worker.

The probability that the other party is David Day's target is at least 90%, if not 100%.

That thing that was used was the "Collection of True Names of Demons"!

This thing is probably in bad shape and is very likely to be sealed!

His young players are more interested in figuring out what to do with artifacts that are in poor condition.

Hey.

Since his players are immortal, the scenario of the unlucky ones who discover the demon god becoming the demon god's vessel is unlikely to happen to his players!

Roland was smugly pleased with himself for having arranged things so perfectly for the other party.

Little did he know that a protracted battle of antagonism was about to erupt between his employees and his pet.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[Doomsday (Part 1)] Instance.

Phase Two Begins

The tasks in this phase are not fixed and are generated based on player actions.

The smell of burning food kept filling my nostrils.

Kashima, supporting David Day, was terrified as he looked at the 2-meter-tall, muscular man in front of him, clad in full leather armor and wielding a longsword.

Marcus Bloodblade

[Rank: 3]

Type: Flesh and Blood

[Position: Captain of the Sunrise Church Guard]

[Skill 1: Champion's Glory, ? ?]

[Skill 2: Reorganization! This person is particularly skilled at rallying defeated troops, reorganizing the army, and boosting morale in adversity.]

For no other reason than that even after this big man died, he had almost wiped them out, so he felt that giving him basic respect was not unreasonable.

"You! Yes, it's you!"

Marcus noticed the two Kashima members and shouted at them.

"Huh? Me?"

He pointed to himself, looking completely bewildered.

Do I also need to fill in the lines?

"Yes, you! Come here! Damn it, hurry up!"

Seeing Marcus's increasingly hostile gaze, Kashima had no choice but to say to David Day, "Sorry, brother."

David Day: "?"

David Day was thrown to the ground.

The first snowfall on Kashima caused David Day zero psychological trauma.

David Day used the middle finger on Kashima's first snow.

I didn't see the first snowfall in Kashima.

[David Day] missed.

David Day died.

"Hey, sir, what do you want with me?"

Kashima, carrying his toolbox, bowed slightly and asked.

Alas, when you're under someone's roof, you have no choice but to bow your head.

The moment he saw Marcus's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, he felt a phantom pain on his head.

"Can you save him, doctor?"

Marcus said.

He has a loud voice, but his words are quite gentle; he's just too anxious.

Kashima looked in the direction he was pointing.

A group of guards, about seven or eight people, dressed in leather armor, stood in a circle.

In the center of the circle is a young man whose arm has been bitten off by something.

Wearing leather armor and clutching a broken sword tightly in his hand, he was a young guard.

The wound was bleeding rapidly, the young man's lips were pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

[Second Phase Mission: Healing the Wounded (0/1)]

【hint】

[Completion Method 1: The potion for the first stage of the task]

[Completion Method Two: Other Treatment Methods]

Large drops of sweat were streaming down Kashima's forehead.

His intuition told him that method one was the method recommended by the system, and it was most likely the most orthodox method.

but!

This pit is huge!

The item he collected during the first phase of the mission was called "Panacea (Fake)".

Its color was scarlet, and it was taken from a corpse; it looked eerily black.

And then there's the memory of Marcus shouting "Slay the demon!" even in his death...

He dared not gamble whether Marcus cared more about the lives of his brothers or about punishing evil.

Of course, there's a greater chance that even if they are saved, they will die again.

Holy crap!

He seemed to have discovered the truth.

Snapped--

Someone gently patted Kashima on the shoulder.

He suddenly looked to his side.

Hey! It's someone I know!

It's the swordsman!

How did Old Deng manage to get under the boss's command?

That's really something!

The swordsman said nothing, but gave Kashima an encouraging look and gave him a firm squeeze on the shoulder.

The bond between men!

"call..,"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there any way, doctor?" Marcus asked anxiously.

"have."

Kashima said firmly.

His experience with emergency surgery came in handy this time.

"Cloth, yes, give me a few scraps of cloth."

Upon hearing this, Marcus tore his obviously expensive cloak into several pieces without saying a word.

"That's something the boss won in the arena back in the day..."

"Shh, don't speak!"

Before a young guard could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the older man.

Kashima got into the zone.

He frowned when he saw the red ribbon being handed to him.

Red cloth strips should not be used because it makes it difficult to assess the bleeding level of the wound.

But there's nothing we can do right now.

The cloth strips were quickly stuffed into the severed arm to stop the bleeding.

"Ah...ah..."

"Bear with it."

Without anesthesia, the guard kept groaning in pain.

Kashima quickly bandaged the wound.

Seeing this, Marcus loosened his grip on the hilt of his longsword.

"You! Go and carry Alai to the wounded area!"

The swordsman chose to obey orders.

"Everyone else, to your positions! The next wave of the Black Tide attack is coming!"

Marcus wasted no time. After seeing that the wounded brother's condition had been temporarily brought under control, he quickly directed the remaining soldiers to return to their posts.

Seeing this, Kashima also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and a large hand stopped him.

"Take off your mask."

Marcus said in a low voice.

Kashima did as he was told, and his youthful face appeared before Marcus.

Players used their own faces, except for their costumes, when entering the dungeon.

"Very good...very good..." Marcus smiled with relief. "Just wear the clothes you found. There are some things you shouldn't do."

He then presented Kashima with a medal engraved with a double-headed eagle.

He could tell that this child wasn't one of those disgusting plague doctors.

That group of madmen who treat human life like dirt and despise morality.

They pursue the truth, and these dying soldiers are nothing more than experimental subjects, so why would they sincerely try to save them?

"If you have the chance, please take care of my brothers."