Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

Raymond's eyes widened involuntarily.

He finally understood why the previous five-person team had fled in disarray, and why the chairman had sent 50 people to carry out the mission.

Because this isn't just a 'large number' of cockroaches, it's a 'massive' number of cockroaches!

The surrounding teammates finally saw the truth, and the smiles on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by horror.

Some people couldn't help but back away, slipped, and fell onto the pudding-like floor, letting out terrified screams as they watched the constantly writhing 'forewings':

"How...how can there be so many cockroaches?!"

"They were hiding under the pudding the whole time?!"

"Run! Get out of here!"

The floor of the pudding began to shake more and more violently, and countless cockroaches began to crawl out from the cracks of the pudding, like a black tide, surging towards the crowd.

Looking at the scene before him, Raymond had only one thought in his mind.

Finished!

The pudding floor shook more and more violently, and the pale yellow pudding layer churned and rolled like boiling water.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a sense of weightlessness.

Raymond felt his body sink, and he fell uncontrollably downwards.

The surrounding teammates encountered the same situation, with screams and exclamations rising and falling.

The group of fifty people fell into the 'abyss' beneath the pudding layer one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

One of the team members let out a piercing scream. He tried to grab his companion, but only managed to grab a handful of slippery pudding crumbs.

The next second, his body plummeted completely below.

Then, he felt a strange sensation on his back.

It was the sensation of countless barbed segments crawling around!

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"My life is over!"

"Captain! Help me!"

Players who were previously joking about not being afraid of cockroaches are now completely devastated.

They struggled wildly in the air, waving their arms and legs to try to push away the cockroaches around them, but the more they struggled, the faster they fell and the more cockroaches they came into contact with.

Raymond witnessed a team member's face crawling with cockroaches, their antennae waving around his eyes, and then the team member's voice quickly became hoarse.

It can only make sounds like "oh...uh..."

Because several cockroaches had already crawled into his throat!

The team members who were frantically calling for help just moments ago have gradually fallen silent, leaving only muffled groans.

Finally, their faces turned bright red, their bodies stiffened, and they fell completely still.

In SAO, this 'suffocation' is enough to trigger an accidental death as determined by the system.

“There’s nothing we can do…” A sense of despair welled up in Raymond’s heart.

What could he do when he heard his teammates' cries for help?

At most, you can close your eyes, plug your ears, mouth, and nose to prevent cockroaches from getting in.

And in doing so, he simply wanted to give himself a more dignified way to die.

But having cockroaches crawling all over your body is really unpleasant.

Nausea, fear, despair... all sorts of emotions intertwined, and Raymond's health bar was being steadily reduced.

In the end, this battle-hardened legion commander was reduced to fragments in an endless sea of ​​cockroaches.

......

That afternoon, on the 23rd floor of SAO, in the "World of Justice," at the "Platinum City" Lord's Mansion.

Tilberu's figure slowly appeared in the office space.

After a half-day offline rest, his haggard appearance had faded considerably, the bloodshot eyes had thinned, and he looked much more energetic.

As soon as it goes online, you can look out the window and overlook the entire city.

He unconsciously puffed out his chest, a hint of undisguised pride curling at the corner of his mouth.

Buying a city as a base for their own guild is a unique occurrence in SAO.

Just thinking about it makes me feel great.

But this feeling of exhilaration didn't last long. Suddenly, the deficit in the guild account and the huge loans he had taken out from other guilds flashed through his mind, and his brows furrowed again.

"We still need to rely on commissions to make money quickly."

He muttered to himself, "As long as those pest control jobs are completed smoothly, the guild will be able to lighten its burden."

With such mixed feelings, Tilberu straightened his uniform collar and was about to walk to his desk to sit down when a burst of excited crying suddenly came from behind him.

"President! You're finally back!"

Tiberlu turned around and saw a legion member standing at the door.

The other person's eyes were red, and the moment they saw him, they burst into tears.

A sense of unease rose in Tilberu's heart: "What happened? Also, how's the pest control job I assigned this morning going? Have we received all the payment?"

He thought he would hear good news such as "the commission was successfully completed" and "the payment has been received."

But when the member heard the word 'commission,' he stammered, avoiding eye contact: 'This...that...about the commission from this morning...'

Seeing his hesitant expression, Tilberu's heart skipped a beat.

Something must have happened.

But as a guild leader who had seen many big events, he remained calm, walked behind his desk, sat down, picked up the freshly brewed hot coffee, and took a small sip.

Tilberu said calmly, "It seems the commission has encountered difficulties. Tell me, how many tasks were not completed successfully?"

In his view, even if problems arise, at most it's just that some clients haven't finished cleaning up the cockroaches because of the large number of cockroaches. At worst, he can send more people to help, and the problem can always be solved.

But the member took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision, and slowly said, "Actually... I haven't completed a single one."

"puff!"

Tilberu sprayed out the hot coffee he had just taken a sip of, the brown liquid splashing onto the pristine white document and leaving a large stain.

His eyes widened, hardly believing his ears: "How...how much?"

“Not a single one has been completed.” The member shrank back, his voice even lower: “None of the teams we sent out were able to complete the pest extermination mission.”

Tilberu stood up abruptly from his chair, placed his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and said incredulously, "More than twenty pest control orders! I sent five teams, two hundred and fifty people! And you're telling me you didn't complete a single one?!"

He just couldn't understand it.

The intelligence says that cockroaches are only level 2 monsters. Even if there are many of them, how could 250 elite members working together not be able to complete a single mission?

The member swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "President, actually... it's not just that. But you must be mentally prepared before you hear it."

Tilberu was almost laughing in anger: "Is there anything worse than messing up the entire commission? I'd like to hear how much worse it could get?"