Rayos, who possessed the captured knight (Golem) of the Rebellious Tartar Kingdom Army, set fire to the town.
To increase the success rate of capturing women with a detached unit, he created a spectacular disturbance and brilliantly achieved his objective.
Although the southeastern town of Kudonalka was not seized, the beautiful women were invited to the Underground Kingdom.
The generals of the Rebellious Tartar Kingdom Army were delayed in noticing due to firefighting and the destruction of the knight (Golem).
Messengers were dispatched, but they were blocked by the possessed knight (Rayos).
The firefighting and destruction of the knight (Golem) were completed by the afternoon of the next day.
“…What was the cause?!”
“We are currently investigating, General.”
“The damage is extensive. Reports from the elite state that deserters are emerging.”
“Kill them! Desertion before the enemy is a capital offense, punishable by death.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rayos, whose knight (Golem) was destroyed, returned to the Underground Kingdom without witnessing the generals’ defeat.
Possessing McGillis’s body, he and his sons violated and drove the invited women insane.
***
Various armed forces, both large and small, attempt to conquer and suppress the southern territories, which have been branded as traitors and rebels by the Tartarus Kingdom.
“They say some guys have already conquered Kudonalka to the northwest. We can’t afford to lose either, right?”
“But, boss, our defensive power in the town we plan to attack is a bit… insufficient…”
“Shouldn’t we go for another town? The group that conquered that northwest town was a huge army of nearly 2,000, right? With less than half that number, we can’t do the same thing.”
Each leader received a Mato transmission from Kudonalka, announcing its conquest to their comrades.
They inform their confidants that they will launch a risky, all-or-nothing offensive against the town, city, or fortress they were planning to conquer.
Former Brave Warriors and Heroes, as well as traitors and rebels, and blood relatives possess many skills.
Among them, those who polish and utilize them for strategy become specialized or dedicated types, and are crucial to war.
The overwhelming majority are those who are not suited for either.
It is the specialized and dedicated types who skillfully use and command them.
Specialized types serve as decoys to draw the enemy to one location.
Dedicated types, in exchange for providing support or equipment,
force others to carry out unreasonable orders.
The survival rate for both is low.
“You say that, but you’ve already been spotted by the town’s reconnaissance patrol. If this continues, you’ll be the last one standing and die in vain curses.”
“That’s why we said another town…”
“How are you going to get enough food and gather equipment and information after arriving at the town? Do you think you’ll immediately find someone who wants rights to the town? What guarantee is there that this person will side with our small numbers? I don’t want to be stabbed in the back.”
The southern part of the Tartarus Kingdom is in great turmoil with the fall of Kudonalka, the southeastern town.
Fires are breaking out in various places, and the movement of people, both friend and foe, is accelerating the food situation.
The southern forces of the Tartarus Kingdom are running out of food from their storage, granaries, and warehouses.
The rebels are fighting sloppily, with increasing fear and anxiety, saying, “Die,” “Be afraid,” and “Don’t come.”
The rebels, too, are in a weak position, unable to even open one of the gates, saying, “This is ours,” “Hand it over quickly,” and “No reinforcements are coming.”
***
At the southernmost tip of this southern region.
A great villain who was reincarnated into this world as a Monster.
A man who loves vegetables and plants.
Lord Vegetarian.
Currently a medium-sized Monster.
He evolved into a wriggling, tentacled ball, primarily feeding on sea anemones.
His Skills are:
As the name suggests, this is the ability to extend and retract tentacles.
They can be extended up to 5 meters.
When retracted, their speed is 60 kilometers per hour.
If done continuously, the tentacles can become entangled.
After experiencing existence evolution for the first time,
he almost starved to death due to hunger from the unfamiliar tentacles.
This primarily regenerates the tentacles, which serve as both weapons and means of movement.
Regenerating the main body, which is the size of a baseball, consumes more Possessed Magic Power than the tentacles.
This creates clones of himself.
While possessing little magic power, they can only perform simple actions.
They have no attack or binding abilities.
Even if they manage to kill an enemy by entering their respiratory organs and causing suffocation,
they do not grow. Only experience points (a phenomenon where part of the dispersed possessed magic power flows in) are gained by the main body.
Wriggle.
Wriggle.
Where is my prey!
Lord Vegetarian moves along the beach using his tentacles like legs.
He is currently hunting for today’s nutritional intake.
Wriggle.
He is a ball of tentacles with no vocal organs.
He generally entangles and consumes seaweed and things related to vegetables that he likes with his tentacles.
He presses them against his main body, the ball, and absorbs nutrients by dissolving them with his digestive fluid (saliva).
“Young sprouts! Mmm, how rich.
I wonder how much I’ve been tossed about in the sea.
Thank you for growing to be eaten by me!
I will surely punish those who eat without gratitude.
My God, Hapichu, God of Harvest and Gourmet!
I will become strong and robust,
and surely spread Your teachings:
Gratitude for the blessings of harvest.
The pursuit of gourmet food.
Wriggle!
Wriggle!
The tentacled ball moves as if clasping its hands, offering a prayer to the god it believes in.
Lord Vegetarian’s first victims are
the villagers and fishermen who had a campfire.
“Phew.
My stomach is full.
Next, I’ll hunt those black mist monsters.”
Wriggle.
Slither.
“Into my sustenance! For the experience points that will make me a stronger existence!”
Stretch!
Lord Vegetarian thrusts his tentacles into the sky
and ascends to land in search of small monsters. He performs a disgusting landing, as if from a monster panic movie.
His tentacles, released from the resistance of seawater, move without regard for the dirt and sand that sticks to their tips. He dashes off in the direction where he senses small monsters might be.
He attributes his mid-sized monster’s Magic Sense ability
to his intuition, still not doubting it.
“Fou-n-d you!”
Thwack!
“Gah?! Kyyu—”
He leaps with the springiness of his tentacles.
In mid-air, all six thick tentacles and seventy to eighty pencil-sized tentacles prepare to attack. A surprise attack from above.
The small monster, whose Magic Sense range is narrow, had its Magic Stone, which constitutes its body, pierced before it even realized it.
Magic Power is greedily absorbed from where the tentacles touch, the Magic Stone shatters without a trace, and the small monster disappears.
“Next. Where is my next meal?”
Small monsters capable of defeating medium-sized ones do not exist as individuals.
They can only win if they are gravely wounded by adventurers or by other medium-sized monsters,
and happen to be nearby. Their odds of victory are zero.
Lord Vegetarian is still alive.
It didn’t take long for the small monsters in the vicinity, hearing the death throes of their companions, to flee far away from this place.
“Kyuu—!!”
Naturally, if such a situation arises,
the medium-sized monsters that claim this area as their territory will not stand idly by, allowing Lord Vegetarian to do as he pleases.
Thump!
“Bummo! Shuuu”
The local dominant species, a fusion of boar and crocodile, appears before Lord Vegetarian.
Wriggle.
Twist.
“A monster that isn’t black mist huh…
Can I win against it in my current state?”
Lord Vegetarian is a martial arts genius.
However, the difference in size between his current body and the enemy’s is too great.
He quickly switches to turning around and fleeing.
“Bummo!?”
Is it saying “Don’t run”? The local dominant species chases after him.
Shwiiip!
Shwabblan!
Lord Vegetarian flees, driving his tentacles into the ground like stilts.
He doesn’t slow down, regardless of the terrain.
However, the size difference closes the gap,
and he is chased all the way to the beach without being able to shake off the dominant species.
Splash!
Bumooouuuu!!
Despite being mixed with crocodile, the dominant species’ body is specialized for land.
Its giant body cannot be fully utilized in the sea.
Reluctantly, Lord Vegetarian disappears into the sea, and the dominant species searches but cannot find him.
It retreats to its territory, leaving behind a parting threat that can be heard even underwater: “I won’t let you escape next time!!”
Lord Vegetarian is cautious.
He remains hidden on the seabed for a while after the dominant species leaves,
and eats seaweed on the seabed until nightfall.
Guided by the starlight and his intuition, he heads off to hunt small monsters.
“I’ll make up for lost time!”
