Chapter 76
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Chapter 76: You’re a Reincarnator Too? Let’s Grab Coffee!
Deprived of its greatsword, the Class B Dead Spirit lost most of its combat prowess.
However, the Giant Iron Armored Ant’s increased size made its movements clumsier, rendering it nearly incapable of catching the agile Dead Spirit.
*If it can reach where the sword landed…*
*Even now, the Class B Dead Spirit should still defeat this ant!*
Then, something unexpected occurred.
The Acid Ants riding the Iron Armored Ant abruptly ceased fighting and sprayed acid in a coordinated arc toward the Class B Dead Spirit and Giant Iron Armored Ant!
Thirty Acid Ants unleashed their corrosive projectiles simultaneously, drenching a fifty-meter radius around the two combatants.
*What are they doing?!*
*Attacking their own commander? Are they insane?!*
Both the Class B Dead Spirit and the Giant Iron Armored Ant were struck, but the latter suffered far worse. Its carapace melted into a gory pulp, acidic blood oozing down its shell.
Miyoshi Mitsui gaped until his gaze dropped to the ground—then understanding dawned, chilling him.
*The acid… it’s pooling across the terrain.*
They aimed to restrict the Dead Spirit’s mobility with the viscous sludge.
As Mitsui suspected, though minimally, the Class B Dead Spirit’s movements slowed.
While it trudged through the mire toward its weapon, every Iron Armored Ant—including the giant one—activated Charge. Those with the Haste skill triggered it simultaneously, bulldozing through lesser Dead Spirits to swarm their Class B target.
One Iron Armored Ant intercepted the Dead Spirit first, only to be hurled aside by a single punch.
Even weakened without its sword, the Class B Dead Spirit overpowered these ants with their low Physical Resistance Ability. Yet their interference bought precious seconds…
Watching the onslaught, Mitsui knew the Dead Spirit’s fate was sealed.
A swordless Class B stood no chance against the Giant Iron Armored Ant. Post-Magnification, the ant’s strength had skyrocketed to 42 points, while the Dead Spirit’s Physical Resistance Ability—already a meager 20—crumbled under ongoing acid corrosion.
He instantly ordered the three Dead Spirits guarding the stairs to retreat upward. The other exit guards followed.
At a shattered second-floor window, Miyoshi Mitsui inhaled deeply. Below, ants, monsters, and Dead Spirits clashed chaotically.
*Now, my only hope is that chaos hides me.*
He directed the Dead Spirits at other exits to leap down first, creating diversions. Then, clinging to one Dead Spirit’s back, he jumped.
*Thud!*
*Thud! Thud!*
A quick check confirmed minimal Health Value loss from the fall.
And…
Perhaps masked by fog and battle din, the ants hadn’t noticed. *Perfect! Escape now, and I can rebuild.*
*Ants… terrifying interlopers. Never provoke them again.*
“Move—”
The command died as Mitsui registered sluggish movements. His Dead Spirits trudged as if…
*No—*
He whirled, scanning the ground—and paled.
Surrounding the castle were concentric rings of pale green slime.
It really was acid! Though its corrosive properties seemed significantly weakened, the viscosity remained undiminished.
"Chirp." (Found you.)
A sudden voice from his flank startled him.
Though merely a brief chirp, Mitsui unexpectedly detected an icy undertone in the sound – like winter’s chill permeating every blood vessel, triggering an instinctive shiver.
An Iron Armored Ant larger than battlefield specimens emerged from the mist. Unlike its counterparts, three Acid Ants rode its carapace alongside a white ant.
The voice seemed to originate from the white ant. Could this be…the Queen Ant? Impossible – its diminutive size couldn’t produce such massive offspring…
Through Identification, Mitsui uncovered something more shocking.
"Unique Skill – Queen Ant"… It possesses both a Unique Skill and nomenclature… Wait, that colossal Iron Armored Ant earlier also had a name. No, focus – the crucial point is…
This creature, like himself, was a reincarnator!
Fellow transmigrators might permit negotiation… No, certainty exists if cooperation’s promised! Subordination would be acceptable! Bargaining chips? Heh, beyond my life, this castle, Dead Spirits, and necromantic abilities all hold value!
Even groveling proves tolerable.
Though subservience stains dignity, what’s pride worth? My previous life sacrificed it for survival – why not repeat in this existence?
None truly embrace death, myself included – especially with such power obtained… Wasting this would be tragic.
……
This entity shares my reincarnated status.
Frankly, encountering another transmigrant so soon – particularly under these circumstances – defies expectation.
The Dead Spirit before me bears the name Miyoshi Mitsui… The nomenclature suggests origin from 2D-Nation. Its "Unique Skill – King of Dead Spirits" echoes skeletal protagonists from certain comics.
Like me, he’s reincarnated as non-human.
A skeleton… What wretched transformation. Were I thus afflicted, mirror-gazing might drive me to cranial impact against walls.
Or perhaps auto-terror-induced expiration?
In some ways, we’re kindred spirits. Under different circumstances, we might share café lattes while lamenting our plights.
Potential friendship exists… should conversation flow smoothly.
Naturally… provided he avoids provoking me.
