Chapter 80: Spring of Rudera (1)

“This is… what on earth…”

Albus swallowed hard as he stared at the futuristic suit, a design so advanced it seemed out of place on this continent.

It was a hunk of metal, straight out of a science fiction movie.

Did they say they made it with Ollun?

“What on earth did you create?”

As Albus rummaged through the box, he discovered a small letter tucked inside. 

It was a message from Carthesia.

It explained that they had succeeded in bringing robotic technology to life with Ollun and had sent him this prototype armor. 

It would protect him in case anything happened before she arrived.

She left out any mention of the suit’s built-in tracking function.

Albus reached out absentmindedly to the suit.

Whirrrr…

“Huh…?”

The metal suit activated, crawling up his arm.

The adamantium suit wrapped around his arm.

“What am I even looking at?”

The spectacle before him was so incredible that Albus couldn’t tell if it was real or some hallucination from Rudera.

Could something like this be created in reality just by seeing it briefly?

And not just any robot, but an object from within a game?

What in the world were these dwarves?

Though it was a collaboration between Carthesia, who helped create Rudera, and Ollun, the result was still too shocking to accept.

Bang!

Ollun, clad in the suit, smashed his fist against Eclesia’s divine shield.

“…!”

The shield, nearly shattered by the adamantium’s disruptive properties, held firm thanks to Eclesia’s extraordinary divine power.

“Impressive defense. I see there was a reason you dared to insult the GM.”

Whirrrr…

A threatening sound emanated from Ollun’s suit as he clenched his fists together.

Eclesia had to face a truth she didn’t want to acknowledge, a fact she had tried to ignore.

The comrade she trusted most from the previous rounds had already fallen to the GM.

And she knew she could never get her back.

“However, befitting the title of a saint, I will not execute you summarily here. If you leave now, I will not attack further.”

Eclesia had no choice but to leave Ollun’s estate.

“Phew. I survived.”

The saintess, who had continuously preached against the GM’s wickedness, had pushed Ollun’s suit to its limits in their many skirmishes.

“All…”

“I’m sorry, GM. I wanted to punish those who insulted you and make them repent, but my skills were too lacking.”

Despite her purely defensive stance, without a proper offensive, Ollun’s suit had been damaged due to the saintess’s formidable defense.

“……………I must improve it. So that those who insult the Lord are never left unchecked again.”

Ollun, filled with determination, headed to the workshop.

Neither Albus nor Ollun herself knew what shocking result this incident would bring.

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Title: Everyone Sees the GM as a Savior, but I See It Differently

Content:

Everyone says the GM saved the people of the continent because of some miracle day or whatever, but I see it a bit differently.

The GM healed all players connected to Rudera in reality.

Through this great achievement, he showcased his omnipotent power, but he didn’t heal those who weren’t connected to Rudera.

If he were truly a savior, he would have healed all the sick, but he only offered healing within Rudera.

Something about this smells fishy.

Really fishy.

A post questioning the GM’s actions appeared on the community board.

Comments:

• “Another Satan appears! Begone at once.”
• “Reported to the moderator.”
• “Isn’t it obvious? Only those who believed in the GM’s words and connected should be saved. Why save the non-believers, you moron?”

Most of the people who had been healed after connecting to Rudera had turned into fervent fanatics, resulting in predominantly negative reactions.

• “You’ve realized, huh? Come to the Flame Emperor.”

Amidst them, there were also those who acted in secrecy.

Ding!

• “You have been suspended by an administrator for 300 days.”

“Quick, aren’t they?”

A boy muttered in a dark room, looking at the community screen in front of him.

The moderator’s sanctions were getting faster.

The Flame Emperor, one of the renowned warriors of the Great War and part of the Three Sovereigns, had created the [Rudera Liberation Front], an organization opposing the GM, a few weeks after the broadcasting system spread throughout Rudera.

He secretly collected access devices and used the alternate accounts of impoverished people to manipulate the community.

Through these actions, he gathered those who, like him, held grudges against the GM, forming an anti-GM organization.

He left messages to potential allies, inviting them to join, and many who disliked the moderator’s actions or sought to overthrow the GM’s regime joined his cause.

However, as his activities became more visible, the community administrator created new rules prohibiting secret gatherings and friendship activities, and began suspending the Flame Emperor’s accounts.

The speed of these suspensions was increasing daily, making it hard to keep up with new accounts.

The Flame Emperor realized that it would be challenging to recruit more allies at this rate.

Rudera, which should have belonged to everyone, had been completely taken over by the GM, leaving even the community under his control.

If activities in the community were suppressed, it would become harder to gather more allies.

The Flame Emperor placed his hand on the wall beside him.

Then, he swept aside the cloth he grabbed.

Bright sunlight poured in through the carriage window.

“A catalyst is needed.”

As he looked out the window, a giant academy city, Lichten Academy, came into view.

“A catalyst that will let the entire continent know of our existence and our cause.”

He had to reveal the falsehoods of the GM and spread their cause across the entire continent.

He needed to solidify the anti-GM front.

Creak.

The carriage stopped in front of a small building at the edge of the academy.

The door of the carriage slowly opened.

A boy stepped out of the carriage, slowly descending.

In front of him were several people, allies who had joined under the guise of academy students, waiting.

“Thank you for coming such a long way.”

The boy put on the coat handed to him by a comrade and entered the building.

“Were there any unusual circumstances?”

“No. No notable abnormalities were found to report.”

With the organization’s members flanking him, the boy entered the club room, which had been converted into an operations room.

“Good. The operation will commence tomorrow. It’s the first signal flare to bring the GM down from Rudera’s throne. Not a single thing must go wrong.”

“Yes. We will strengthen surveillance to ensure no variables arise.”

After confirming that all the organization members had taken their places in the operations room, the boy stepped up onto the podium in front.

“I will explain the operation.”

All eyes of the organization members focused on him.

“After the GM performed [The Second Miracle], most of the people on the continent fell to him. Not only beastmen but a considerable number of humans, elves, and dwarves as well. This has made our situation much more difficult, as we aim to liberate Rudera from his control.”

The members listened to him attentively.

“Therefore, we must inform everyone on the continent of what is wrong with the GM and why Rudera must be liberated. We must make them aware of the danger he poses and the reason everyone must join us. And the battlefield to deliver that message is right here.”

The flames flowing from the boy’s hand slowly took shape, forming a miniature model of the academy.

“Lichten Academy.”

The news of an assault incident at the continent’s top academy, where talented individuals and young nobles from all over the continent gathered, would spread across the entire continent in an instant.

“This place will quickly transmit our message.”

To rally allies against the GM.

Swish.

The boy pulled out something capsule-shaped from his coat.

“This is a device prepared to aid our noble mission.”

Hiss.

As he twisted the capsule, its top and bottom parts released smoke, opening up.

“Activating this device will temporarily change the surrounding space to an environment similar to Rudera, allowing us to bring equipment and powers that could only be used inside Rudera into reality.”

The warriors of the organization, gathered to liberate Rudera, were selected from among the most skilled in Rudera itself. 

The members here were the cream of the crop.

“If the territory of Rudera unfolds, even the academy faculty won’t be our match.”

The boy smiled coldly.

“We will liberate Rudera from the gods.”

He would never forget it.

The tyranny of the moderator who banned his account for passionately supporting her on the broadcast.

The GM’s mistake in appointing and empowering that moderator.

The evil of the GM who restricted the enjoyment of the broadcast.

“Freedom for Rudera.”

The boy clenched his fist and placed it over his heart.

“Freedom for Rudera.”

The other members rose from their seats, mirroring his gesture.

‘We will liberate the world from its creator.’

Freedom will reign in this blessed world.