Zaen didn’t wait for the anomaly to make its next move. He had to kill it quickly before those weirdoes from before got a whiff of the situation from the n he just saved.
He was fairly sure that no one would believe those three drunkards and would most probably think they were trying to wriggle out of their drunk driving case by making up a tale.
However, the F.O.R.C.E. wasn’t like the other organizations.
If they reported the strange things, it would inevitably lead to the organization. The love-drunk Ann had already inford him how the organization worked.
Anything from the ramblings of a crazed beggar to the cheating scandal of a suddenly changed man. Every strange news inevitably found its way to the organization’s ears.
They’ll definitely investigate the mysterious sighting of a monster, even if it was a hoax. Not to ntion that fucker who is following .
Zaen had no idea before, but once again, thanks to Ann, he knew the truth.
From the mont he stepped into the forward base, everything he did, everywhere he went, was being reported back to Johann.
The strange thing was, no one was doing anything to him despite how strangely he behaved. But that wasn’t the only thing he was worried about.
I need to get strong before the next round of the gas.
Ann had also told him about the true nature of the gas. Once you’re invited, the only way to escape is death. On the first day of every month, the players would be summoned back into the ga for another round.
In three days, Zaen would have to face those anomalies in their world. The confidence he had gained after slaying so many anomalies vanished in an instant.
It was because the anomalies he had been hunting were weak, but even the F-rank anomalies were dangerous inside the ga, as it was their domain.
As for why they didn’t inform him about it, he had no idea. Perhaps they’d save him again ’properly’ this ti in the hopes of gaining his loyalty.
But he didn’t want to be saved. Not until he was sure about the F.O.R.C.E. and, more importantly, that weird captain of theirs.
So, he was building his strength.
[Anomalies hunted: 4/5]
Just one more anomaly kill, and the stick would awaken.
"Despite the low visibility, I’m glad this anomaly isn’t hiding like Nishimiya. Makes it easier for to kill it." Zaen mumbled, gripping his Boning Sword tightly.
He charged at the anomaly, who had a good chunk of his face covered up with scars. It didn’t back down either and flung its razor-sharp claws at Zaen’s face.
However, just before their fists collided, Zaen jumped over the anomaly and with all his strength slamd the stick viciously into its head with the precision of a marksman.
[Camouflaged Anomaly killed! Exp 100]
[Exp: 3,100/1,600]
"That was... too easy," Zaen whispered.
Zaen now understood why this quest was a side task and not like the ones he had risked his life for. If he could one-shot all of the anomalies like this, it wouldn’t take him much ti to take care of the three remaining ones, either.
The only problem was their changing locations after each anomaly he killed. Unlike Mr. Nishimiya, this anomaly disintegrated into dust, leaving nothing behind.
"At least I won’t need to be concerned about disposing of the body," Zaen mumbled, waiting for a notification to appear.
[5/5 anomalies stored.]
[Proceeding with awakening.]
As soon as those notifications appeared, the stick in his hand began vibrating erratically. It was also shining, but it wasn’t like Zaen could notice that.
***
At the sa ti, at an unknown place.
"What do you an there are no more specins!? There were supposed to be five of them, at the very least!" Tom slamd his fists on the wooden desk, shattering it into minuscule bits. "Are you so incompetent that you can’t even recover a single live specin!"
Nesis just stood to the side, his head hung low. It had been a rough couple of days for them. He wasn’t the only one getting scolded.
There were five groups present in the room. Each of the groups except Nesis’s had 3 mbers in them, yet none of them had an answer for their poor performance.
They had always been proud of their 100% success rate, but in that week alone, they failed task after task. Overall, it was just a small dent in their fa, but the missions they had failed were crucial for the cult’s future.
First, Nesis was defeated by an unknown attacker. Then, a group failed to recover a crucial witness, who had proof that could jeopardize their operations in the long term, and now... the rest failed to recover a single alive specin.
It was obvious why Tom, as their leader, was so upset. They needed to recover one living specin to test their new product on, but all they could recover was a useless anomaly.
"Chief, turn the frown upside down!" A cheery voice ca out of nowhere.
Everyone turned to a full-grown woman who was sitting on a tricycle while being pushed around by three muscular n. Noticing everyone’s gaze on her, she continued.
"Things aren’t as bad as you think they are. We’ll get new anomalies in no ti. We just have to wait for a rift to open and—"
"You think of the dinsional rifts as supermarkets, do you, Mary?" Tom snarled at her, cutting her off. "Do you have any idea how many people lost their lives to open the last rift?"
"And? There are a lot of beggars on the street. Why don’t you clean them up, like the noble politician you are?" Mary scoffed and blew her tongue at him before turning around. "Always taking your anger out on others. So division head you are!"
"You—" Tom gritted his teeth to let out his anger, only to get cut off by her.
"Don’t grit your teeth with such strength, or they’ll fall apart," Mary gave him a parting remark before disappearing in the dark.
Once she was gone, Tom released all the pent-up anger at the rest.
"What are you fucking waiting for? GO AND FIND THE BASTARD RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!"
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