1577 A Deal
The cube could suck any race inside, force them to sign a loyalty contract with me. I’d just have to edit a few things about the content of the contract there, and then they’d not be able to even think about jumping back and leaving me behind.
Even if they got their ability ready to use later on, they wouldn’t dare to even think about activating it. Once they got killed, it was the end of their lives, and their abilities wouldn’t even help.
They weren’t immortals, weren’t reincarnation or transmigrators, they were simply jumpers. And that was their best and worst thing about their ability.
“It’s done,” I signed the contract after reading its content, making sure that dude didn’t do anything funny at all, “now tell me where are those bastards’ locations.”
[I’m sending a map over] he paused, [I added little extra touches there. Don’t mention it!]
“Thanks anyway,” I truly didn’t get what he meant by this, but I felt he did something useful. I thanked him, even before I’d got the map.
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Damn! This man… He marked out not only the places of the jumpers, but the other places of all the races bubbles.
It wasn’t only that! He also mapped out the continents of the enemy and races inside on his map. I just took out the bigger map of the entire world, and didn’t find it hard to locate the fifty continents the enemy controlled.
“Fifty… They sure had control over the entire merging process,” I already suspected that, had my guessed about the enemy’s ability to control and direct the merge.
And seeing how many continents they controlled, how they clustered them together, so they’d form a massive and gigantic base for them, I knew for sure they got total control over the entire process from the start to end.
[Change of plans… Be aware of these continents…] And the moment I got this new map, identified the enemy new bases, I instantly opened a chat with Lily and sent these news over.
She was leading the entire process of sending out forces to all the continents in the world. Trying to send our boys over the continents controlled by the enemy was futile and useless.
So I decided to not risk it, warn them about not sending any troops there. We already marked the continents by numbers, and so it was easy to tell her about the continents she would avoid from now on.
[Wow! Fifty continents! The enemy has secured a strong foothold from the early beginning]
[Don’t worry, I’m going to crash their party and kill them all] I didn’t see anything challenging about that. I knew there were lots of enemies waiting, lots of strong foes, lots of trouble and obstacles, but that didn’t matter.
I was confident about my victory. All I needed was just enough time, and my forces on the other side did their job and kept the enemies busy.
I got fiends, enemies from other universes, Hescos, Selvators, Berserkers, Dragons, and many other races from other universes.
It felt weird… It was like I was alone, standing tall and high, standing against the entire universe, and other universes around.
I was alone against the world, and weirdly enough, I didn’t feel anything like losing.
[Go get them, human] I didn’t know if she was joking or speaking seriously here. But I closed the chat with her, turned to look at the map that I got, and decided to start my mighty charge against the enemy.
Previously I had to jump towards the places I sat fire at, randomly check for the places of the entrapped races.
But that was an old story. Right now, and with this map in hand, things were going to be a lot different.
The map contained the locations of all the races entrapped here, all the bubbles that had races in each continent of the fifty. The jumpers were taking five entire continents, including the one I was standing currently at.
As for the other nineteen races, they were scattered among the other forty-five continents. The map didn’t say which bubble contained which race. But I was sure any other race would agree to join me.
Knowing where the fifty most dangerous continents were was going to change the entire course of this war. It felt like the machination of fate was working, spinning to my side, shifting the tide of this war towards my victory.
If I was in the enemy’s place, then I’d feel frustrated indeed. They invested a lot in this, preparing the setting for my crushing defeat.
And yet fate got another say in this. And I was glad and felt gratitude towards such a decision from a mysterious force.
Or was it karma? Perhaps all the evil deeds of those enemies found a chance to pay them back for everything they did? Perhaps it was their bad luck, not my good luck, that made fate decide to exert revenge and justice over them, not to stand by my side and let me win?
Either way, it was my chance to secure the win in this war. And by taking down the fiends and their allies, the rest of the races here were just weeds and useless trash.
Putting everything I was feeling right now aside, thinking logically about invading the enemy bases, I felt like this was going to be a hellish war.
These weren’t just ten worlds like before, but fifty great continents! The merge made sure that lots of worlds were together, and that meant these continents got bits and pieces of many worlds.
It was expected to see other races entrapped there, fighting the enemy brutally. It was also expected to see my forces there as well.
For my people, I’d work to save them. For the other races, I might take them all inside my cube if I got the chance to.