I, Rick, the strongest human

"OK, the target is dead, copying 'Yan Longxiao' failed."

"Doubt, the cause of death of the target is unknown."

"It is speculated that there are higher orders of life around."

"..."

The outermost one looks like a ten-year-old human girl, an Ex-Machina with purple hair, white skin and red eyes, looking in Rick's direction without saying a word.

……

Not long after leaving the room, Rick bumped into an anxious Chroni head-on.

"Rick, hurry up..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Rick interrupted her.

"Cloni, don't need to say more, I already understand the situation, you take everyone to retreat first."

Although Yanlong has been dealt with by him, people still saw the Ex-Machinas flying away. It is so close to the human village, it is very likely that the Ex-Machinas have already discovered this place. To be on the safe side, we should change the gathering place. more secure.

The Ex-Machines are also extremely special among the fifteen races of the Great War.

First of all, they are a mechanical race, not even living beings, and secondly, they act in units of "connected bodies".

That is to say - if one machine sees it, the whole machine sees it, and if one machine is an enemy, the whole machine is an enemy.

Well, that doesn't include a particular Ex-Machina girl.

Although it seems that it will not take the initiative to launch an attack, it is not good news to be informed of its gathering place, especially in this kind of situation where the other party can possess and kill you at any time.

——In addition, the source of these materials is the goblin species, which can only be used as a reference, not a "confirmed fact".

You can't guarantee whether you will see the sun the next day after you fall asleep.

——Another important reason is that he needs to transfer humans to a safe place as soon as possible.

Although the "monsters" on the road have already been dealt with by Rick, in the eyes of others, moving the gathering place is still quite dangerous.

Now that he was given a chance, the others didn't know that Yan Long was dead. They only knew that there were many Ex-Machinas around them.

——Of course the target can't be human beings, it can only be other races, and with such a large number of Ex-Machinas, the opponents can only be the top six races.

The best result is passing by, and the worst result is that a big battle is about to break out here. Considering these two factors, it is reasonable to evacuate.

"How about you, Rick?"

Chloe asked worriedly.

"I need to deal with something, hurry up, or it will be too late."

Rick didn't intend to reveal his plan too early, and now is not the time.

"……I understand."

Chroni nodded slightly.

"Then, you have to be careful."

Then, the girl turned around without hesitation, and ran towards the direction she came from.

"Crowney—"

Suddenly, that familiar voice came from behind her.

The girl stopped in her tracks, and then slowly turned around.

Not far away, the boy who took off his dust mask and cloak waved at her.

And the black ash that fell from the sky just fell on the young man's body, exuding a faint blue brilliance.

"You too, be careful—"

Through the layers of black and gray obstacles, the girl understood what he meant.

"ok, I got it--"

……

Avant Heim, a fantasy species flying in the sky.

Artosh, God of War, sat upright on the clouds, his sharp eyes fixed on the stone in front of him like a sharp knife.

"There--"

"It seems that something extraordinary has been born."

Chapter 5 The past!The leader named Rick is dead—

--six years ago

In a destroyed human settlement, Chroni met the boy named Rick.

Even though he was only a ten-year-old child, he showed a calmness and...

indifferent!

A year later, the original gathering place of Chroni's hometown disappeared because of the war between the Flügel and the Dragon Elves.

Those grown-ups either died, or there, moaning in despair, whimpering and weeping, came to a new cave.

Aside from the lamenting adults, the 11-year-old child spoke after seeing the cave.

"Here is a convenient habitat, which can be used as the habitat for the next colony."

The roar sounded.

——So what.

——In that case, wouldn’t it be as if we didn’t exist in the eyes of those guys.

Facing the unimaginable despair and lamentation, the boy replied without even moving his eyebrows——

"That's right, we don't exist—not the same as "non-existing", but exactly what we want to "become non-existent""

And then the boy said how to become like that.

"We don't exist, can't exist, so we won't be perceived - we will become "undead""

It was a gaze deeper and darker than the darkness of the cave.

"Next" was said as a matter of course in front of the people who had everything taken away just a few hours ago.

"Use all possible means to escape and hide our existence—so that one day, someone will be able to see——until the end of the war"

Anyway, if you can't do anything, at least inherit the will of the fallen.

Anyway, if nothing can be done, at least for the possibility of successors.

"If you still want to live, if you still want humans to live, if you still want this war to end, those who are willing to be with me—come with me!"

——Only 11 years old.

The words of the child whose hometown was brutally and unreasonably destroyed twice echoed heavily in the cave.

With the same eyes as the real undead, but, given to people who have lost the meaning of life, the reason for living and the meaning of death.

Rick, who was only 11 years old, was appointed as the leader of a colony of more than a thousand people.

In two years, the number of deaths is -

Thirty.

Chroni's impression was—it was unbelievably small.

Everyone thinks so too.

Yes, before that, no matter whether it was food, resources, or different races, any kind of factor would cause casualties several times higher than the original.

——Perhaps, the world thinks so too.

On one expedition, Rick was unable to participate due to an injury and was led by another member with extensive experience.

Then, the nightmare came——

After encountering the demon species, they did not choose to sacrifice their companions, but scattered and fled directly. The final result was to lead the other party to the human gathering place.

Then, a huge tribe of two thousand villagers was destroyed so easily.

——The other party is just an ordinary monster.

Even at this level, it is invincible.

Even at this level, it is impossible to compete.

Even at this level, he can't decide his own fate——

In the end, less than 200 people managed to escape.

"It has nothing to do with Rick, this kind of thing is obviously not Rick's fault!"

"Stop making excuses, there are still so many people who survived, Rick, you have done your best, this kind of thing, no one can predict—"

Chroni thinks so.

but--

Only Rick himself knows.

Obviously not like this.

Obviously not so many people died.

Obviously everyone can survive——

It's all because, I don't have the ability to lead.

It's all because I don't have enough strength to fight against those "monsters".

Rick thinks so.

Whether it was a result inferior to the original record, or the "death" that shouldn't have happened.

They are all telling him clearly that he does not have that kind of leadership ability, and this world is far from the world he knows——

At the moment he came into this world, all trajectories have changed.

Rick, who was so convinced of this, issued his last order as a leader——

"Klon, I'll leave it to you. From today onwards, you are the 'leader' of this gathering place."

Because the former "Rick" is dead.

"Rick" as the leader.

"Rick" who dreams of changing the world.

Not even human beings can be changed—no, it has indeed changed, but it has changed in a bad direction.

Such a self is really too ridiculous.

- Must become stronger.

- Must become stronger.

——It must become as powerful as it can subvert the world.

To be able to come to this world, there must be some "power" acting on me.

Otherwise, why would this "miracle" happen to me.

If it's really a "miracle", then it doesn't matter who it is.

No matter what kind of existence you are.

No matter what kind of power you have.

No matter what your purpose is.

As long as it can give me strength.

If only I could change all of this.

Even if it is a contract with the devil, even if I sell my soul, I will—

No hesitation!