The D-Rank Guild Master of the No. 1 Guild

1st Guild's D-Class Guild Leader Episode 177

After the chat, I stared at the monitor alone and engaged in a furious battle of brains.

Even as I was concentrating, I occasionally checked my back.

The two champions sat side by side on the threshold.

Ageziros subtly tried to make eye contact with Erkata, who subtly averted his gaze in discomfort. There was no comedy.

"I'll have to find out more about him later. Why can't you get Erkata's attention?'

To finish, I pressed enter and called the two of them closer.

"I figured it out. The bottom line is that it's possible to bring back eliminated players here on the computer. After bringing the data to life in this room, it transforms into a living creature and creates it in the glass tube that was outside."

In other words, all you have to do is work hard to recover about 800 people, and then take them away as carefully as if you were dealing with a newborn.

"Okay, let's do it."

Once you've secured all the characters who were eliminated here, then the only thing left to do is to do the final step.

This is the stage where I reveal to the GMs that I know everything, negotiate (or blackmail) to gain full control of the game world and re-establish a new relationship with the game company.

He was about to summon the first eliminated character he had picked out.

Supportive, supportive.

Suddenly, all the monitors went black. I was horrified as a programmer before I was surprised.

Erkata, who was standing in front of the glass tube to watch the character resurrect, heard my breathing change and rushed over to me at once. Tageziros straightened from his seat.

At that moment, a large monitor in the middle lit up.

The monitor screen, which used to be a computer, had turned into a CCTV screen.

Inside, a well-lit space like the president's office with an old-fashioned sofa appeared.

There was someone there.

His spine stiffened. I had never seen her before, but it was impossible not to recognize her.

Long black hair. Except that he's a little older than me, his eyes, nose and mouth are the same as if he were looking in a mirror.

It's as if a knife has been thrust deep into the cold heart and soul.