Trolling 3

Countless Marlangs came here.

They saw.

They Marlanged.

“Marlang!”

The Marlang at the forefront spoke.

Everyone! Look here! We are so many!

I am very, very many!

We are Marlang!

We are armed with the righteous red ideology, and we are Marlangs representing the workers of all nations!

There are no workers on this layer?

Be quiet!

“Marlang, Marlang!”

The Marlang, steeped in red ideology from the lower layer, usually didn’t show it, but her head was filled with that knowledge and experience. If she wanted, she could always shout, like labor party demon Sabrina, “The true paradise is a world full of workers armed with red ideology and the spirit of labor! Proletarians of all nations, unite!”

Anyway, thus, representing the Marlangs of all nations, Marlang shouted.

“Marlangs of all nations! Unite!”

“Marlang!”

“Marlang!”

Marlang thought.

I don’t really know, but I touched something in the Arbentaine underground facility, and somehow, I became a bit more numerous.

That means there are more Marlangs!

Having more friends is a happy thing, and if there are more Marlangs, Sohi will be happy, and Alice, who likes me, will also be happy.

Therefore, more Marlangs mean more people are happy, so it’s beneficial to the world!

Wow, how fun!

Of course, from the perspective of other ordinary people, this would sound like complete nonsense.

What’s a Marlang, you weeb?

What are those identical little kids?

The various Awakened soldier legions, regardless of Coffee Tree or Arbentaine, wore bewildered expressions at the sudden intrusion of numerous young girls onto the battlefield.

It’s well-known to be wary of women, the elderly, and children in the world of the Awakened, but the simultaneous appearance of thousands of identical young girls on this Ruincrest layer was anything but ordinary.

But Alice’s hometown had a famous saying.

You don’t know?

Then you must die.

However, the million Marlangs… no, to be exact, the 4879 combat homunculus had other thoughts.

Humans are hateful.

Our birth was pain and suffering.

We were forcibly injected with tasteless elixir into our necks and blood vessels through unidentified tubes, and our muscles and bones were meticulously crafted one by one with mana controllers without any anesthetics.

The pain of scraping flesh from bone marrow and the pain of being forcibly injected.

We wanted to scream, but without vocal cords or mouths, we could only swallow it inside.

The pain to ruminate on.

The goddamn pain.

Of course, Perdain was planning to implant control devices in the combat homunculus to ensure they faithfully followed his orders and didn’t attack allies.

But what a pity.

They deserted before the control devices could even be implanted?

Even some homunculus who had control devices implanted as a test became uncontrollable the moment they were infected with the ‘Marlang factor’?

“Marlang…”

“Pour it on…”

“Pour it on…!”

“Those who pour it on…!”

“They poured it on us…!”

“Huh, uh?”

As the combat homunculus, with the same appearance and physique as Marlang, slowly began to exude killing intent, the original Marlang wore a bewildered expression.

It was as if she was thinking, ‘Huh? Why are they angry?’

Basically, Marlang loves peace.

Even though her mind is a bit eccentric and bizarrely twisted, as befitting an immortal girl, she doesn’t recklessly express killing intent towards those she meets for the first time.

But the homunculus who had copied Marlang were not simply threatening; they were expressing intense anger and killing intent, with bloodshot eyes.

That’s because what the combat homunculus remember from the artificial cultivation facility are naturally Perdain and the Arbentaine vassals.

In other words, most of the things the homunculus encountered in their lives were adult men, and naturally, the homunculus came to loathe adult men.

Because for the homunculus, adult men were always the ones who experimented on them, tortured them, tormented them, and hurt them. Even if they just pressed a few buttons, the homunculus’ blood vessels would burn, and their bones would be shattered and reassembled repeatedly, so their resentment and anger were impossible to hide.

Perdain, who occasionally visited the laboratory, would look at them with disappointment, telling them to make them more violent and stronger, spewing all sorts of insulting gazes and words. Sisters whose results were not satisfactory were discarded like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

Whenever he entered and left the cultivation facility, more painful reassembly and procedures followed. The homunculus were gradually modified from the genetic level.

That modification was, in other words, endless torture, so all the homunculus extremely hated and disliked Perdain and adult men who resembled him.

Although they are now infected with the Marlang factor and compress their murderous intent and anger into the word ‘Pour it on…!’, the actual meaning of ‘Pour it on’ shouted by the Marlangs is…

‘You fucking bastards! Did you enjoy laughing when we were in pain? I’m going to tear your fucking mouths apart while you’re still alive, so stay right there, you bastards!’

…was something similar.

“Marlaaaaang!”

“Pour it oooooon!”

“Pour it on!!!!”

“I’m gonna pour it on!!!”

“I’m gonna Marlang it!!!”

“Huh? Huh? Wait a miiiiinute!”

As the original Marlang panicked and tried to control the homunculus, the 4879 Marlangs, their eyes flipped with proper anger, jumped off the roof all at once.

The number one function of the combat homunculus.

Activating the anti-mana barrier.

“Huh?!”

“M-my magic!?”

“What are those little kids?!”

“It’s an anti-mana barrier! Don’t use mana! You’ll be irradiated from the inside!”

As the anti-mana barrier activates, it creates a vacuum state for all nearby mana, completely blocking the use of Awakened abilities and magic.

Honestly, the Awakened hired by the noble layer can handle things up to this point.

Hunters and mercenaries who lived doing all sorts of rough work had learned how to fight by returning mana to their bodies and strengthening their physiques when they couldn’t use mana.

However, Marlang, including the immortal girl, was the same as a replica of Sohi, who achieved First-Class Overseer with just simple physical combat. These combat homunculus are beings who have been entirely granted the Marlang factor of that immortal girl.

In other words, the fight between the Marlang legion and the Awakened legion who couldn’t use mana was like a fight between adults and children.

Although the appearance is that of young girls ruthlessly trampling and beating adults.

“Cough!?”

“Ugh! My, my arm…!”

“What strength…!”

“Avoid direct confrontation! These guys’ strength is beyond acceptable limits!”

“Aaaagh!”

“M-monster…!”

What began was literally a massacre and trampling.

The Awakened mercenaries and hunters, who had lived rough and tough lives and had bones hardened from fighting, were swept away without being able to properly resist the Marlang legion that swarmed in like locusts.

The enraged Marlang legion grabs the arms and legs of the evil adults with their bare hands and pulls them off.

The girls who were a little tired of that method pulled out their own bones and spinal cords and made them into weapons like swords or spears, skewering the adult men and sticking them to the exterior walls of buildings.

This Marlang combat homunculus doesn’t just exert strength.

These combat homunculus inherited the martial arts and mana cultivation methods used by First-Class Overseer Sohi as they were, and thanks to that, they were able to freely emit sparkling, shining magical bullets and sword energy from their nails or bones.

With a swipe of their hand, the torso of an adult man is split in half. When an Awakened person, cornered, tries to use destructive magic, they parry the magic with a mana-covered hand, causing the caster’s body to explode.

Similarly, when they try to strengthen their bodies with mana to respond to Marlang, they grab their wrists with strange tricks, diverting their strength and using it in reverse to dislocate the adult man’s arm, rendering him helpless.

Some succeeded in inflicting fatal wounds on a member of the Marlang legion with a tactic of giving flesh and taking bones, but the combat homunculus who received the immortal girl’s factor continued to fight even with their heads pierced.

As these monstrous 4879 Marlangs rushed in all at once, the Coffee Tree and Arbentaine soldiers began to be swept away as they were.

Fortunately, the Marlang legion’s eyes were more familiar with the black suits worn by the Arbentaine soldiers and combat secretarial corps than the Coffee Tree side’s Awakened, so they were attacking that side much more fiercely.

No, it’s not fortunate at all, and it’s truly unfortunate that so many people are dying.

The high-ranking Awakened of Coffee Tree, who were fighting against Perdain, were also shocked by the sudden disaster.

“…!”

“What the hell is that monster!?”

“Perdain Arbentaine! Is this also your plan…!”

Perdain’s face was blank and dazed.

It’s not my plan…?

But the high-ranking Awakened on the Coffee Tree side who were fighting him didn’t seem like they would believe him even if he told them.

And what the hell is that?

The combat homunculus I was making didn’t have such perfect features, and I never even dressed them.

“What, what is going on…”

What, those guys.

Why are they all wearing dresses?

And what is that power?

It’s not what I designed?

No, of course, to rebel against the Central Administration, you need to produce hundreds of thousands of those homunculus, but the combat homunculus that Perdain was planning and researching were not like that.

“What!?”

“Where are you running off to!”

“Eek. We’re retreating too! Focus on surviving!”

In the end, Perdain muttered with shock and resignation and began to back away.

The Marlang legion, which appeared while destroying everything around them like a swarm of locusts, is beyond Perdain’s control in its current state.

What? Direct confrontation?

He gave up after seeing one of the Marlang legion parry an Awakened’s magic.

That’s the ultimate nemesis for all Awakened who handle mana.

Unless you’re incredibly confident in your skills.

Unless you have the physical prowess of a First-Class Overseer even after giving up mana or abilities, you can’t beat even one member of that Marlang legion.

Especially for Perdain, whose family’s secret is a lineage of talent accumulated by ancestors, that homunculus legion is the worst nemesis.

“Marlang!”

“It’s pour it on!”

“There’s a guy over there who pours sauce on his sweet and sour pork!”

“Pour it on!!!!”

“Pour it oooooon!”

“I’m gonna pour it on!”

In the meantime, some Marlangs accurately targeted Perdain and began to charge.

They clearly look like young girls who are at most in their early teens, but if they playfully swing their arms or legs, people’s bodies are destroyed or disappear, so Perdain felt considerable fear and had to sprint at full speed in the Naryeotagon stance.

“Don’t let him get away!”

“He’s the one who pours it on!”

“Marlaaaaang!”

“Marlang!”

“I’m gonna pour it on before the sauce gets Marlanged!”

And Alice, who was watching that scene from afar…

“What is this? It’s scary…”

She felt fear at the one-sided massacre that she was seeing for the first time.

It wasn’t me who did it, really…