I became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

Chapter 315

Chapter 315

In the world, cleaning up is often more troublesome than making a mess.

"When are we going to finish cleaning up all this and go home?"

Evangeline heaved a sigh as she surveyed the field of troll corpses strewn across the southern outskirts of the forward base.

Monster carcasses are valuable.

Theyre also a major source of income for Crossroad.

First, the crucial resource, magic stones, are collected. If there are more usable materials, those are also separated and gathered.

In the case of trolls, its their bodily fluids.

Theyre handy as potion ingredients, and they fetch a good price.

So, all the soldiers were occupied with post-battle cleanupcollecting and separating monster parts.

As for me? I was just standing back and watching.

Evangeline was in the process of shoving the body of the Troll King to one side, making a noise like Ewww.

The Troll Kings body was enormous, and its regeneration had been devastated. Even the task of gathering it up for incineration was an ordeal.

"Theres no end to this cleanup, hah hah."

Evangeline panted like a puppy as she stuck out her tongue.

Watching her, I chuckled.

"Work hard, and itll be over soon."

"If you help, Senior, itll be over even sooner, dont you think?"

"Aha. Why would a commander like me get involved in this kind of work?"

"Aye! You always show up on the front lines during battles!"

Hahaha. Taking unfair advantage is one of the privileges of being a commander.

I was actually considering helping out, but the soldiers vehemently discouraged me. They said theyd feel more uncomfortable if I did this sort of work.

Sometimes its better to not interfere where youre not needed. I figured itd be tactless for a commander, so I stepped back.

"What about the Troll King? What if we had captured it alive?"

Evangeline asked, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"We could have had an infinite supply of potion ingredients."

"Theres no need to take on additional risk just to get some potions."

Even if we did capture it, where would we keep it? And theres no guarantee that we could restrain it safely.

Its better to kill it if you can.

Fortunately, things went according to plan and we could eliminate it.

I did prepare [Become Mine!] just in case we couldnt kill it.

Just like when we defeated the Vampire Lord Celendion at Stage 5.

Junior would use [Elemental Disassembly] to turn the enemys magic stats into negative, and then I would consecutively use my 1st skill [Gaze of Command] and 2nd skill [Become Mine!].

I could then definitively turn the enemys boss monster into my captured monster.

But I didnt want to use it.

The reason is the same as it was with Celendion,

I cant control them.

When you use various mind-control methods to recruit enemies as allies,

The higher the rank of the monster, the harder it is to control. If its a boss-level creature, you can consider it completely uncontrollable.

In this world, even human mercenaries occasionally rebel and cause trouble.

Expecting these monsters, designed to hate humans, to peacefully become my subordinates is absurd.

Having a boss-level monster in the allied camp would also cause a lot of negative impact.

These bastards emit malicious energy passively.

My soldiers morale would be constantly cut down during battles due to that malicious energy. Imagine bringing such creatures into a city; who knows what could happen.

For these reasons, Im not capturing boss-level monsters.

Its better to capture lower-level random mobs. Surprisingly, their loyalty increases quickly.

Although I havent mentioned it, I did capture one random mob each from STAGE 11, 12, and 13.

All of them are safely stored in a specialized space. It kind of feels like playing Pokmon.

"Its a waste, you know. We couldve tied up the Troll King and extracted its blood for infinite potion production."

"Dont say something that terrifying with such a calm face..."

It was a tantalizing thought. If we could safely operate the factory, we could have produced potions almost indefinitely.

But in the end, they were just potions.

We already had a variety of healing methods available.

It wasnt like we were short on funds. Keeping boss monsters alive just for the sake of extra items was, in my judgment, a low-return high-risk move.

"By the way, that incredible regenerative power was really fascinating..."

Evangeline rested her chin on her hand and hummed.

"Do you think we could harness that tremendous regenerative power if we make equipment from the Troll Kings magic core?"

"Hmm. Thats not a bad idea. How about troll hide armor?"

"Whaaaaa! No way! Absolutely not! Stop making me wear monster armor!"

Its a universal rule in RPGs that blacksmiths can reclaim some of the materials from broken equipment.

We will salvage what we can, especially since the material is valuable.

"Youll get a new weapon soon, anyway."

I was planning to restore Lucass signature equipment, [Bestowed Sword], soon.

Its an endgame-level weapon that will be of great assistance.

Once we finish his armor, accessories, and skill set, Lucas will be fully equipped to carry us to victory in this game.

"..."

When the [Bestowed Sword] came up, Lucass face hardened again.

My once-smiling face also slowly hardened.

Whats the matter? Dont tell me you really lost it? Right?

"I, I will go clean up the battlefield then!"

"Hey! Where do you think youre going! Lucas! Hey!"

Lucas hurriedly turned and ran away. Dammit, now Im really worried!

Wheres your signature item?

***

Victory parties are another unspoken rule of warfare.

That night, another grand feast was held in the central square.

It was late autumn, so the weather was chilly. The soldiers gathered around bonfires, wrapped in blankets, drinking and eating meat.

Well have to hold victory celebrations indoors from the next defensive battle.

Theres no indoor facility capable of accommodating this many people. Everyone will have to get take-out food delivered to their quarters.

Well, its still better than getting sick from drinking and eating outside in the dead of winter.

After mingling at the party until midnight, I returned alone to the lords mansions office.

"Ugh, blech."

The liquor I had earlier had ruined my taste buds. Ugh.

Those barbaric mercenaries had tricked me into drinking troll blood mixed with alcohol, claiming it was good for vitality.

Since its the main ingredient for potions that help with health regeneration, it would naturally be beneficial in that regard. Or so I thought.

What good is it for boosting stamina when I have no use for it! Whos making fun of me here?

Anyway, Im not the type to refuse a recommended drink, so I drank without much thought. This damn troll brew had no taste to it.

Evangeline made some ridiculous comment like Will drinking this make me taller? and, despite being a minor, sneakily took a sip. She promptly got drunk and passed out.

Godhand and Lilly, both quite drunk, were crossing their arms and doing love shots, cursing like sailors. Ugh, what a distasteful couple.

Not sure about the stamina, but Saintess Margarita gulped it down like water next to me, claiming it was definitely effective for fatigue recovery. I made my escape. I had to get out of this insane scene!

"Is there anything to rinse my mouth with..."

Fortunately, a kettle was boiling on the heater in my office. I quickly poured myself some warm tea and took a sip. Ah, feels like Ive been revived.

I regained my senses. I sat down at the office desk.

I had a reason for leaving the banquet early.

Level 50!

Finally reached it!

I opened the system window to confirm the number 50 once more and threw my arms up in the air, celebrating like a striker who just scored a goal. Hell yes!

Finally, its time for the third job change!

In other words, I can finally unlock my ultimate skill!

Hero characters have four skills: passive, first skill, second skill, and ultimate.

Fighting without an ultimate is essentially like sealing away 25% of your full power.

Moreover, the ultimate completes a character. In reality, more than 30% of my full power was sealed away.

Now, wheres the symbol?

All level 50 players, commonly known as Awakeners, get a unique symbol somewhere on their body.

I looked into a small mirror placed on my office desk.

My awakening symbol appeared at the center of my neck... around the collarbone area.

I tilted the [Rebels Necklace] I was wearing to better examine the shape of the symbol. It was an indistinguishable geometric figure.

What is this? A clock spring?

Old burn scars from the tutorial period were still there, making it hard to determine the exact shape.

Who cares about its shape? I covered the symbol with my necklace and chuckled to myself as I rubbed my hands.

"Alright, lets confirm this now."

Please!

Be OP!

Ultimate skill!

Give me at least one!

I opened the character stat window in the system menu and shouted.

"Did I get an OP skill?!"