Ch.175[Chapter 175] 12 Hours?

Twelve hours to go.

In just twelve hours, that Ferris wheel will start operating.

However, the governor had a big question.

Why the Ferris wheel?

In truth, there were plenty of better ways to hold back these zombies.

They could have set traps on the rides, or built barricades and outposts like they had done.

Yet all resources were being used solely to operate the Ferris wheel.

Why on earth was Don Castello doing something so inefficient?

The governor shot down a zombie climbing up the barricade.

Yet his question remained completely unanswered.

…

“Don Castello has disappeared.”

The Boss had been wearing a satisfied expression while looking down at the chaotic GachaWorld until just a moment ago.

Until Z delivered the “unwelcome” news.

“…Where did he go?”

“I don’t know. But what’s certain is…”

Z looked at GachaWorld crawling with zombies.

“The last report says he went inside GachaWorld.”

“…A betrayal?”

“No way.”

Z dismissed the Boss’s suspicion.

“Anyone who knows him would know he’s not the type to betray us.”

The Boss nodded at Z’s words.

Certainly, Don Castello was somewhat lacking as a person.

“But the fact remains that our plan might be derailed.”

The Boss growled.

“Don Castello gives us legitimacy. Without Don Castello…”

We’re just fools challenging Don Citadello’s stronghold. The Boss deliberately swallowed the rest of his words.

It was intentional for morale management, as there were many eyes watching.

“For now, tell those who infiltrated to bring Don Castello back immediately if they find him.”

Useless fool. The Boss sneered.

“By the way…”

Z said, looking down at GachaWorld.

“I just don’t understand it.”

“What?”

“The Ferris wheel.”

Z looked at the Ferris wheel that currently showed 2/12.

“Why are they trying to restore that Ferris wheel?”

An incomprehensible choice.

The Ferris wheel was slowly lighting up from the bottom.

Exactly 1/6 of it.

“They could have done something better with the resources needed to run that thing.”

“I suppose that’s all Don Castello is capable of.”

The Boss mocked.

“He might have been highly regarded until now, but in the end, you can’t escape your bloodline.”

“…Is that so?”

Z tilted his head at the Boss’s words.

By now, the percentage had reached 30%.

…

Inside an office in GachaWorld.

Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica stared impassively at the unconscious Don Castello.

Don Castello lay flipped over like a frog… no, like an ugly toad, with a lump on the back of his head.

“It won’t do you any good,” Don Castello said.

“Just as you realized my brother’s incompetence at first glance, the enemy also knows about his incompetence.”

He’s useless as a hostage or bargaining chip, Don Castello muttered.

“We weren’t particularly planning to take him hostage. It’s for the ransom.”

“Since he’s an enemy, it’s only natural to capture him first, right?”

Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica each said a word.

For them, the current situation was nothing more than capturing a prisoner with a high ransom value.

“Ah, right. You’re knights.”

I forgot something so obvious, Don Castello grumbled.

As he said, Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica were knights.

Of course, having become too accustomed to GachaLand, they often forgot this fact.

Don Castello was Don Castello’s older brother and Don Citadello’s son.

They thought he would literally be worth money.

Father would certainly do that, Don Castello muttered.

“By the way,” Sir Dominic asked Don Castello, as if something puzzling had occurred to him.

“Why are you still focusing on the Ferris wheel?”

We’ve already captured Don Castello, Sir Dominic added.

“There are two reasons for that.”

Don Castello put down his pen for a moment.

“One is that I want to bring my brother back.”

Don Castello’s plan was this:

Since GachaWorld was the reason his brother had fallen apart, he thought he could restore him to his former self through GachaWorld.

Of course, it was a rare probability, but not an impossible one.

In fact, GachaLand was a place where one returned to value, and such clichés often created stories of high value.

The strategy of creating an impressively uplifting scene to move someone and return them to normal might be ridiculed as nonsense in other dimensions, but in GachaLand, it was an excellent treatment method.

“…Actually, there was a huge variable in this plan. My brother’s presence.”

Don Castello glanced at Don Castello.

“But my brother’s presence, which I thought would be the most difficult variable, has easily fallen into our hands due to his incompetence.”

Don Castello laughed vilely.

But perhaps because he had lost some weight due to tremendous energy consumption?

Don Castello’s laughter didn’t look particularly vile.

“Once the Ferris wheel is restored, this plan will be successfully completed.”

“Then what’s the other plan?”

Sir Dominic, unable to contain his curiosity, interrupted.

Sir Dominica kept her mouth shut, but she was equally curious and directed her gaze at Don Castello.

“It’s nothing special. It’s—”

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly, there was a thumping sound from outside the office door, as if something was pounding on it.

It wasn’t a light knock or meaningless tapping.

It was definitely the sound made when a battering ram or log was used to pound on a castle gate with all its might.

The thumping sound soon became a banging sound, and the banging sound eventually became the sound of the door being smashed with a crash.

“Here! Don Castello is here!”

“Don Castello is here too. The Boss will be pleased!”

As the door completely shattered, people’s figures were revealed.

They were raiders.

Dressed in camouflage with daggers and pistols, they seemed to have entered through infiltration.

They tried to enter immediately upon seeing the Don brothers, but they had forgotten about certain individuals.

Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica.

With a snap sound, the neck of the first raider who tried to enter twisted at a strange angle.

And a single gunshot was fired toward those trying to enter next.

With a bang, the intruders froze, only to face another shield.

An intruder who stepped back after being hit by the shield fell into a stunned state.

The intruder, trying to break free from the status effect, looked to another intruder behind for help.

Surprisingly, there must have been a supporter among the intruders, as the intruder’s stunned state was instantly removed.

The intruder breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, it was too early for relief.

The shield struck the intruder’s chest once more.

A trick of probability?

The intruder was stunned again.

Once more requesting help from the supporter, but the supporter shook his head.

It wasn’t efficient, he meant.

Yet the intruder desperately pleaded with the supporter for help.

The supporter deliberately avoided that desperate gaze.

But that situation didn’t last long either.

A flag dropped between them due to Sir Dominic’s [Standard Bearer] effect.

The fluttering cloth of the flag blocked the deliberately averted gazes.

The stunned intruder closed his eyes tightly.

Like his future, everything before him was pitch black.

“This is a good environment for blocking them here…”

Sir Dominic and Sir Dominica chatted after instantly turning the intruders into crumpled cans.

Sir Dominic, who wasn’t very effective in fights against multiple opponents, had insanely increased efficiency in such narrow spaces.

“That’s called environmental aptitude, and Sir Dominic’s aptitude would probably be Outdoor A, Indoor S. Urban areas would naturally be S.”

Don Castello said, as if speaking to someone unknown.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No, just. I thought an explanation might be needed.”

“I understand. In GachaLand, good explanations have value too.”

Sir Dominica nodded as if she immediately understood Don Castello’s words.

“Anyway…”

Sir Dominic gave a few more tastes of his shield to an intruder trying to recover from the stunned state.

Still feeling uneasy, Sir Dominica fired her reloaded gun, putting the intruder in an excessively stunned state.

“What exactly is the second reason for repairing the Ferris wheel?”

Sir Dominic continued the earlier topic.

“Ah, that.”

Don Castello said.

“Actually, the reason for repairing the Ferris wheel is simple. It’s because it helps our current situation.”

Sir Dominic wore a puzzled expression.

He couldn’t understand Don Castello’s words.

“What connection could there possibly be between repairing the Ferris wheel and resolving our current situation?”

“For now, just trust me and wait.”

Don Castello said as if telling him not to worry.

“I’ve seen it a few times, so it’s reliable information.”

Don Castello revealed information about the Ferris wheel.

Click. Another count went up.