Regression Is Too Much

84 – The regressor panics (5)

“… What do you mean?”

A middle-aged white man asking me with an expression of incomprehension.

“Isn’t it good to have a lot of food? Feeding the people behind me was a big worry.”

“… It’s not that simple.”

Baron Jorge said earlier that they, too, would only have to survive here for five days. 5 Days for us, 5 days for these people too. As long as we are human, we will eat, sleep, and cheaply, so it was only natural that we needed food, and it is not enough to be happy that the food problem has been solved so easily… At first glance, that makes sense.

“What did you say in the message earlier?”

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“… They told me to survive for five days.”

I’m not asking you to bring anything like a tutorial or a second floor. It’s not like you have to break through the intuitive ordeal in front of your eyes like the 3rd floor. You just need to be alive.

If you think of this in reverse, the environment on the 4th floor will hinder our survival in the future.

Cold winter. Distant castle. It may be water that can be made by melting snow, but it is a difficult environment to obtain food. That’s why I wished that ‘eating and living’ itself was a task.

First of all, there may be differences in level among players, but all of them have physical abilities that exceed that of ordinary people.

Besides, as long as the castle was built in this place, there will be its own path, there will be vegetation, and there will be something to eat. If superhumans go hunting, at least they won’t fail.

In the worst-case scenario, you might be able to survive for five days with nothing but evil, drinking from melting snow and eating winter clothes.

But no. Food was sufficient, and even winter clothes were given additionally. At least that means you won’t die of starvation.

“… Rather, it would have been better to have a lack of food.”

Then… It is the same as meaning that our survival will be threatened in other ways other than starving to death.

“We need to gather the players. You can’t be alone.”

Monsters may come from outside the castle. Or maybe there’s a monster living in the basement of the castle.

… Maybe, a person is not a person. There were only 50 players who thought there were 100, and it could be that half of them are monsters. Or that all aliens were monsters.

The message did not announce anything other than ‘survival’, so the possibilities are endless.

“Once they disperse. Let’s gather everyone we see and gather in front of the castle in an hour. Do you agree?

“… I will.”

“Yes.”

“Good. I don’t have time to look for hidden peace.”

No matter what, you have to act. I thought so.

**

Right after the other players scattered to every corner of the castle following my suggestion.

“… “

Baron Jorge, who had been watching quietly, cautiously opened his mouth.

“You guys… “

“Yes?”

“Maybe… Are you from Rifton? Or Alarak? The accent is strange. Judging by the atmosphere, he seems to have been working as a mercenary… “

“… The explanation is late, but we are probably from another world. The only difference is that we have to stay here for five days.”

I explained very briefly that the players came from Earth, and all of a sudden, someone called God planted a tower and got here.

“… Oh my god.”

Baron Jorge, sweeping away his thick beard, let out a low voice.

“So, in your world… “

Baron Jorge’s expression, which was trying to explain something, instantly became completely expressionless, but returned to normal after about 10 seconds.

“… Why is there no answer?”

The person who was talking suddenly loses his expression, and he asks back as if he said something. A phenomenon I have seen countless times on the Internet. It is the ‘restriction of information’ of the tower.

“… No. First of all, what should we do with the people behind us?”

“Okay. I will make sure to repay this grace.”

After some discussion, Baron Jorge and his vassals decided to use a room on the second floor. If you ever meet the player, he told you to deliver the words to gather in front of the castle in an hour.

“So, after that ‘meeting’ of you guys… Shall we talk separately? Thomas! Lead the people and follow me!”

“Yes! Baron!”

Baron Jorge leads the territories who move in moderation and rushes up to the second floor.

After I watched them go up, I turned around and headed out of the castle.

**

“Where did you get the weapon?”

“There’s a room in the basement full of weapons. There’s also a room full of raw materials like wood… There’s a lot of variety. It’s a bit late, but should I start with a full statement? I’m William Smith.”

“… I am Junho Kim.”

“So… Junho. Why are you doing that?”

William Smith, a middle-aged white man who had led a group of other players, asked me.

“… “

Because I was comically pulling my lips into my mouth.

No, I didn’t expect it to be this dry. My lips were dry from the cold wind, and I thought that the skin on my lips might tear and return. The conclusion I came to was the idea of putting my lips in my mouth.

“… “

“…”

I pulled out my wet lips and checked the faces of the players. Somehow, I was in charge of the leader role, but since I am a regressor, I will have to accept it.

“Are you all here?”

“All but one guy, near the entrance, locked himself in a room.”

“… “

Is that the guy who threatened to resist if he came into the room?

No, than I was alone? He said ‘we’, so it seemed like a bluff.

“So, why did you ask to see me outside?”

A rough-looking man raised his hand and said. The cold wind seemed to make him feel worse.

“The inside of the castle is too small for 100 people to gather. It’s not a good environment for a meeting because the sound is also echoing.”

It was not me who answered, but another man wearing glasses.

“Even if it’s cold, let’s be patient. My glasses are frosted too, which is very annoying.”

However, the appearance is somewhat familiar.

“… Glasses man?”

This is the man with glasses I saw in the tutorial. Yes, Ahn Gyeong-nam, the older brother of Ahn Gyeong-jun, who lived together on the 3rd floor.

Now I see another familiar face beside him. Likewise, the buffer I saw in the tutorial, Baek Da-hye.

“… “

I never thought we’d meet again here. I was going to say hello, but those two don’t know me. This is because the rounds in which the two were involved to some extent have already returned.

“Keuheum, big. Could you listen to me for a moment?”

I was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected faces, but that doesn’t change my job. I used my curious nature to naturally gather everyone’s attention, and then repeated what I had said to William Smith anciently.

“… So, it makes sense to think that some threat could come from outside or inside the castle.”

“Umm..”

“Um… “

“That sounds plausible.”

It’s been two months since the first tutorial started, and this is the 4th floor. Those who do not have a certain level of improvement and sense cannot come up to this point.

Moreover, in the message window I saw earlier, it was clearly stated that the goal was to survive. The weight of risking their lives made people rational, and the players naturally agreed with my opinion.

But knowing that something was coming didn’t change the situation much.

“So, what do you think your older brother should do?”

The question was asked by the rugged-looking man who asked, “Why did you ask to see me outside?”

“I’ve only lined up the possibilities, but I don’t think I’m sure of anything right now.”

“… “

He’s right.

I was still only on the first playthrough, and I didn’t know what was going to happen.

I wasn’t sure what was coming out of the castle, what was inside the castle, or whether the castle itself was a trap.

If I had regressed, I would have said, ‘This is the proof!’, But that was impossible.

“… First of all, there is no choice but to try all possible cases. ‘Survival’ is at stake to rule out the possibility.”

Repair the walls to some extent, prepare barricades, and turn vigils. At the same time, he wanders around the castle, looking for something he might not know. I had no choice but to do both.

“The other world residents were driven to the second floor. We search underground whenever possible. Walls and floors, let’s check everything thoroughly. And if nothing comes out, go to the first floor.”

There was a reason for leading Baron Jorge to the second floor. It was judged that if a monster or hidden piece appeared, it would be more likely to be underground.

“By the way, are you a resident of another world? What are those people?”

The question I asked this time was a woman with a protruding chin.

“… Therefore… “

There were people inside the black hemisphere you saw earlier. They seem to have been brought here from another world like the second floor, and if they endure for five days, they will return to their original world. So, we made a temporary alliance… I explained.

“… “

A dissatisfied woman with her chin sticking out even more.

“… Do we really have to go with those aliens? No, that’s right.”

She raised her voice as she looked around her, as if to induce her response.

“It’s a survival mission that pops out of nowhere. Even the man you’re talking about isn’t sure what’s going to happen? What if those people suddenly turn into demons? No, I think this went too far. We are the players, superhumans, and this is the 4th floor of the tower trying to kill those superhumans. I don’t think it’s a floor that can afford to carry hundreds of people who can’t even help? Is it worth caring about? Do you think it will be difficult for us to survive?”

“… “

A few people nodding their heads cautiously, listening to her.

The tone was a bit rude, but it wasn’t wrong. The level of difficulty on the 4th floor was completely unknown, and it didn’t seem like it would be able to withstand hundreds of ordinary people without combat skills.

Of course, from my point of view, it was right to stay together. It wasn’t simply ‘I have to help because they’re human’, it was because of the possibility that a bonus reward might be given if they were saved.

But you can’t convince that woman with that kind of logic. It was also strange to say, ‘I’m going to return, so please sacrifice a little for this episode.’

“… “

What should I do? Should I do a sword dance? The prayers felt by the woman were mediocre, so if I threatened lightly, the ‘awe’ trait would likely activate right away.

The outside world was immersed in such anguish and checking all kinds of possibilities.

“That won’t happen.”

A profound male voice that can be heard clearly even in the midst of strong wind noise. The intonation of the automatically translated voice was somehow old-fashioned and unfamiliar, and it had the effect of grabbing people’s attention.

“I heard everything. I understand your difficulties. But it’s okay.”

Jerbug. That buck

A man who casually accepts the momentum from the players and walks toward me naturally.

The light smile on his lips is truly aristocratic. I couldn’t describe it any other way.

“Me and the people of the territory will be of great help to you.”

There is only one man like this on the 4th floor.

“I, Baron Jorge, vouch for it.”