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“Master, I’ve brought warm tea and cookies. Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee.”

“As you wish.”

A small table and chairs appeared.

I sat down and drank the coffee Yurnet had poured for me.

“Look! I grew even stronger. Eventually, I will make all the worlds kneel before me!”

[Nord Lv.164]

I savored the coffee while observing him.

His level rose each time his body recovered.

A fascinating trait indeed.

“It’s not just that. He’s gaining resistance to being cut.”

“Augh.”

“This swill is terrible.”

“That’s not swill; it’s coffee, a delicacy from Earth.”

“Ptui, it’s so bitter. I don’t see the appeal.”

I watched, nibbling on a cookie.

The level and resistance increase with each regeneration.

Indeed, he seemed capable of annihilating a guild on his own.

“How does it taste? I baked them myself.”

“Too sweet.”

“Is that so. In the future, I will…”

“Argh! You bastards! What kind of party are you throwing in front of others!”

Nord charged at us with his eyes flashing red.

With a flash of Ridgion’s sword, his limbs were sliced apart. Nord, regenerating in less than a second, extended a demonic arm.

“I’ll you kill all…!”

“Don’t interfere.”

Suddenly, Nord’s body was flung tens of meters away, rolling on the ground.

Yurnet smiled gently.

“Continue, Ridgion. Until the Master is satisfied.”

“That’s the plan.”

Ridgion laughed heartily, his sword hanging down.

“These bastards, I will definitely kill them.”

A deep murderous intent flashed in Nord’s eyes.

As he reached out his hand, the pool of blood gathered into his shadow.

[Nord Lv.176]

His level rose again.

It seemed he had absorbed the essence of the corpses.

“Hmm. An interesting ability. Intern!!”

[Y-yes?]

“What are you doing? Record this. It’s valuable data.”

[Oh, right!]

Iselle hurriedly opened her notebook and started writing.

Nord roared.

Not only his right arm but every part of his body from his limbs to his chest started to transform into a demon.

“Transformation is possible too.”

[Ah, transformation is possible. Note that!]

“You jerks!”

The young man, now fully transformed into a monster except for his face, roared.

He was about 3 meters tall. His skin, covering his muscles, rippled, exerting an immense pressure, it felt as if a lion was facing a mouse.

“…How ugly.”

Ridgion adjusted his sword expressionlessly.

As Nord moved, shockwaves erupted, crushing and destroying the surrounding objects. Ridgion, moving as light as a feather, inscribed slashes on the demon’s steel-like skin.

“It seems the test subject’s resistance to slashing has reached its limit. About 90% resistance.”

[90% resistance? But he’s cutting through it like butter?]

I typed on the virtual keyboard.

Loki> Where did this guy come from?

Kaiser did not respond.

Doesn’t want to talk, huh? Or…

‘Is he unable to respond?’

I watched Nord.

Despite appearing to press Ridgion hard, the reality was quite the opposite.

From the beginning, it was like that.

Nord’s attacks couldn’t even graze Ridgion’s clothing, let alone damage him. Despite his level and resistance rising with each regeneration, the situation did not improve after dozens of recoveries.

‘Even though he’s being given a lot of leeway.’

I sighed.

This was one of the reasons I decided to leave Niflheimr.

Being with these guys skews your sense of power.

[Nord Lv.185]

“It seems this is the limit.”

Yurnet spoke up.

True to her words, his level wasn’t increasing anymore.

“Master, we’ve collected enough data. If we analyze it back home, I believe we’ll find meaningful results.”

“Let him go. It’s pitiful.”

“As you command. Ridgion!”

“I heard you.”

Ridgion, who had been engaging Nord, stepped back.

Nord, with a wild roar, charged in. His steel-like claws, nearly 1 meter long, gleamed threateningly.

And then.

With a single strike, Nord’s entire body was sliced into dozens of pieces.

“I was getting tired of playing.”

Ridgion spoke in an unimpressed tone.

Like being put through a blender, the sliced pieces of meat didn’t move an inch.

It was over in one blow.

“It’s done, Master.”

The victorious Ridgion bowed to me.

“…You did well.”

“A sword is meant to look good in front of the Master.”

“It wasn’t that great.”

Ridgion then stood behind me.

I finished the rest of my coffee.

“How’s the situation elsewhere?”

“Currently, the 1st, 3rd, and 7th fleets are infiltrating the Union Guild’s base. The situation is smooth. There are resisting groups, but no casualties on our side.”

On the operation screen to my right.

Blue dots were attacking the red dots, encircling them.

I touched the tactical tool and rearranged the fleet. Then, I slightly adjusted the attack formation, and that was it.

‘There’s not much strategy needed.’

After all, we could just crush them without any special tactics.

Unique tactics that others don’t usually use require a certain level of risk. There’s a reason these tactics aren’t standard.

As Sun Tzu said.

Win first, then fight.

‘Keep the distance and suppress with superior range.’

The technological gap.

The range of our firepower is almost twice that of the enemy’s.

If the enemies approach, order a retreat; if they flee, advance.

It’s a very basic tactic, but it’s effective for that reason.

‘In asymmetric warfare, victory is a must.’

The quality of our heroes is overwhelming.

On the Master’s screen, Myuden, flying on a spear, was successively destroying the enemy’s key airships. Next to him was…

A familiar figure was swinging his spear alongside Myuden.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

‘He was alive after all.’

Anyway, the battle on the other side was also a sweeping victory.

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