God-Tier Enhancement Chapter 305: Episode 305Wipe Them All Out (7)

Chapter 305: Episode 305_Wipe Them All Out (7)

11.

In truth, amid this chaos, the number of Users who were keeping their wits about them and coolly assessing reality could be counted on one hand out of the thirty million 『Fantastic World』 players, and even that might be an overstatent.

It was inevitable.

It was only natural.

No one could bla them.

Even Kenji, who was practically a principal actor in all this and spent all day glued to the ga, had only grasped the situation after the fact—and only by investing the enormous sum of sixty million dollars.

If that secret deal hadn’t taken place, he too would have been standing there in a daze, scrambling with everything he had to belatedly clean up the ss and respond to the current situation.

And even then, he wouldn’t have gotten the result he wanted.

That was how it always was for those who ca later.

If you wait to see and then respond, you’re already too late.

Sayings like that didn’t co from nowhere.

If that was the case for Kenji, how would it be for the other Users?

Among them were countless rankers who, like Kenji, devoted themselves to 『Fantastic World』 every waking mont, and people who didn’t play the ga but were so imrsed in its world that they read every single post on the community boards.

Yet even for those people, it was impossible to fully grasp and analyze the events erupting every second across the entire continent.

Things were moving that fast.

It was like this: they would step away to the bathroom for a mont, and by the ti they ca back, the protest they had just been at had turned, under the Warlocks’ leadership, into a cult-like group trying to free the Demon King, and they were being dragged off to prison.

Naturally, they couldn’t help but be confused.

In that confusion, Kenji, who was standing firm and facing the situation head-on with cold clarity, couldn’t help but look cool.

Which was why he had so many volunteers.

Not only Users but also NPCs signed up in huge numbers.

For most of them, it was less about wholehearted support for the Adventurers and more about politics.

There were the hidden masters of the land who, thanks to the efforts of many Adventurers, now sincerely believed that the Emperor and the Pope had been brainwashed by the Demons and wanted to save the continent.

There were kingdoms that, faced with the extre choice of submission or destruction, chose to side with the Adventurers in hopes of seizing an opportunity to rise; and there were those who, from a neutral position, weighed their options and, eyeing the potential profits to be gained from the Holy Dragon in the Forest of Hallucination—the most dangerous of the Four Great Forbidden Areas—decided to quietly stick a foot in.

One way or another, an unprecedented number of people gathered.

With a single goal.

A Dragon raid.

A gathering to beco Dragon Slayers.

Kenji didn’t turn away even the low-level Users who were practically useless.

The number of people who gathered exceeded ten thousand.

And they weren’t just ten thousand random nobodies.

From first-rate rcenaries who had road battlefields and accumulated countless combat experiences to knights on par with the royal knight orders of various kingdoms.

Their fighting power was more than sufficient.

Or rather, they judged it to be sufficient.

There was only one reason they couldn’t be sure.

Dragons.

Even if it was a hatchling, the Dragon race itself introduced countless variables. On top of that, it lived in a Forbidden Area no one had ever explored, a place whose interior no one could predict.

Even so, Kenji was brimming with confidence, having accounted for those variables.

“We have finished gathering all available information on the hatchling’s patterns, and we have also secured the shortest route that will allow us to move a large force into the Forbidden Area and reach the hatchling’s location with minimal losses.”

The source of his confidence was solid.

People, in turn, began to place their faith in Kenji’s grounded confidence.

The raid—the hatchling raid—began.

anwhile, Han Simin returned to his routine and swung the Empire’s iron hamr to his heart’s content.

*

The pattern remained the sa.

He led the Imperial Army forward and sent word ahead.

[Prove that you are not traitors.]

Then a reply would co.

Or not.

If they showed sufficient sincerity, he would bleed them for all they were worth and then move on. If they didn’t, or if they didn’t reply at all, he would give the order without hesitation.

“Looks like this is a kingdom where traitors have gathered. Wipe them all out!”

Of course, no matter how well-trained the Imperial Army was, no matter how high their combat power and how many elites they had, they couldn’t wage war against every kingdom on the continent all day, every day.

This whole campaign hadn’t been started to destroy perfectly fine kingdoms; it had been launched under the pretext of reestablishing the Empire’s majesty.

Besides, if they kept fighting, the Imperial Army would inevitably suffer casualties.

That was not sothing Han Simin particularly cared about, but if their losses started to accumulate down the line, everything he had built up so far could vanish in an instant.

And you never knew.

Other kingdoms might seize the mont when the Empire’s main forces were exhausted and join together to strike at the Empire.

War always required you to consider tens of thousands of possible scenarios and act accordingly.

Above all, Han Simin no longer placed much importance on this kind of shakedown.

“This is a little on the light side, but whatever. I was going to have to co here anyway, so I’ll let it slide.”

At first, he hadn’t hesitated to play the thug if even a single coin was missing, but now, even if the tribute was a bit short, he let it go. And unlike a few days ago, when he had practically razed royal capitals to the ground and stripped them of everything of value, he now just slipped in, assassinated the king and key figures, and wrapped things up quickly.

All thanks to his deal with Kenji.

He no longer had any reason to keep stressing himself out to make more money.

At least for now.

He had far more important things to worry about.

He kept Kenji’s stream running and continued to move steadily.

In his hand, he held a Divine Object he had brought back from Heaven.

“Man. It really is a Divine Object. It’s a pain in the ass to enhance.”

He was always a hardworking User.

He never stopped scamming people, and he never neglected his main job of Enhancent.

There were tis when he got confused about whether he was an Enhancer or a con artist, but what did that matter?

People’s attention had shifted away from Han Simin and toward the ongoing Dragon raid, so he took it easy and prepared for what was to co.

Nerves? Worry?

He didn’t feel a shred of either.

Everything Kenji was doing now was based on information that had co from Han Simin and Kardian.

Which ant that Han Simin also knew what Kenji would be doing next.

And most importantly—

“I only sold him information. I never agreed to an alliance.”

He had given more than enough information to justify sixty million dollars.

He had even handed it all over with the mindset of being ready to get stabbed in the back.

With that, he felt no guilt.

He glanced back over his shoulder.

There, as always, were the Specialists, who had been with him since the early days of the ga, the Rabbits, Sudal, Kardian, and Squeaker.

And now, the newly joined Grokile and Aria as well.

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

With this group, what couldn’t they do?

“We are one!”

’What kind of evil sche is he cooking up now, smiling like that while preemptively brainwashing us into being accomplices?’

Quick on the uptake, Kang Yeseul tried to step back, but she couldn’t escape Han Simin’s reach.

He forcibly imposed “loyalty” on them, then pulled robes out of his subspace one by one.

“They’re completely useless robes that I enhanced all the way to

15, but let’s make them our symbol.”

“They’ll be good for covering our faces.”

It was ti to connect the dots on the back side of the big picture he had shown Kenji.

12.

The raid progressed quickly.

Han Simin had already received a complete briefing on the Western Forest of Hallucination from Kardian. This included data on the Holy Dragon Hatchling living there in a place no one could find, its attack patterns, the spells it used, its weak points, and the precise strategy required to fight it. With all that information in hand, dragging things out would have been idiotic.

The sa went for the stream.

There was no need to artificially maintain tension.

Back in the days of old 2D PC gas, strears might have milked that tension to push ads or promote sponsors, but in Fantastic World, there was no need.

In fact, they should not do that.

Viewer culture had evolved to a point where audiences voluntarily supported strears, who in turn found that pure, unadulterated gaplay was the key to popularity.

It was all about reality.

What worked in variety shows now applied to gas.

Viewers’ standards had risen so high that the mont sothing felt even remotely scripted, they would close the stream and go elsewhere.

An insanely high-quality production was a different story, but that was no easy feat.

In that sense, Kenji was an excellent strear in the viewers’ eyes.

He spent money freely, never dragged things out, and pushed hard and fast. He dove into challenges ordinary users would never dare attempt, without hesitation or fear of failure.

This ti was no different.

Less than four hours after tuning in, the viewers were already facing the Dragon Hatchling.

They had found it so quickly it almost felt anticlimactic.

Those four hours were spent simply traveling from the edge of the forest to the hatchling’s lair, a journey with no major incidents.

In other words, nothing had really happened.

There had been no spikes in tension.

Yet no one complained that it was boring.

Even though the ten-thousand-strong force had traveled for four hours with virtually no casualties, the viewers at ho weren’t the ones on the ground.

—Feels like sothing should’ve shown up by now.

—Why isn’t anything happening?

—I bet it’s about to.

They generated their own tension.

Viewers lying in their capsules, watching in 3D, felt it even more keenly.

They couldn’t control their own viewpoint.

All around them was a forest shrouded in thick fog.

With that built-in tension, the Holy Dragon Hatchling raid began.

Praise for Kenji’s stream poured in.

It had already been more than three hours since he had broken the all-ti concurrent viewer record.

In the midst of it all, Kenji stepped forward.

It was ti to put on a show.

Han Simin had set the stage perfectly, a spectacle worthy of the money Kenji had invested.

The rest was up to him.

’When will the day co that I command ten thousand people again?’ Kenji wondered, opening his mouth to speak. ’Even if that day lies far in the future, if it’s sothing I’ll have to experience soday, then I can do it now.’

He would make it happen.

“Beginning Phase 1 strategy. Bamboo Spear Squad, charge!”

“Woooooo!”

With a roar, the riffraff, the users who had flocked here hoping to get a piece of the action, rushed toward the Hatchling without a mont’s hesitation.

Thus began the first Dragon raid in the continent’s history, the first Dragon raid in Fantastic World.

*

Watching the stream, Han Simin shouted urgently.

“They’ve started!”

“Oh! Aweso.”

“Let’s go. Hurry. We need to get there early and be ready.”

“But are you really taking Kardian and Squeaker with you?”

“Isn’t that obvious? How else are we supposed to get there on ti without Squeaker?”

“...Still, they’re the sa race. I feel kind of bad, you know?”

“Nah, it won’t be a problem. Right?”

He tossed the question out offhandedly, yet it still demanded agreent. Kardian calmly nodded.

“My kin are only the Black Dragons... If I am being generous, I might acknowledge the Gold Dragons as well. But I have never once considered weaklings like that fledgling Holy Dragon to be my kin.”

“Screee!”

Squeaker rubbed its face against Han Simin’s neck and bobbed its head in agreent.

Then, as they burned GP, a Teleport Gate opened.

The coordinates were set to the location of the ongoing Dragon raid.

The group in black robes vanished from the far eastern edge of the continent.