Huh? Are they all real?.

These two words are not contradictory, and Queen Baratheon has achieved both.

However, just as Almelan was about to fall asleep, she heard a slight noise outside the window.

This is a sound that is hard for normal people to hear, but Elmeran didn't do nothing after she transmigrated; she is now a superhuman!

Although her current sequence is low, it is still enough to discern these subtle details.

Elmeran knew what this was.

These are the footsteps of the hunters who follow the sound. They've patrolled here again.

After letting out a silent sigh, Elmeran made a few slightly comical gestures in front of her chest.

This was a 'switch' she designed for herself. Following the advice of her predecessors who had also transmigrated, she, having just become a superhuman, needed a mental suggestion to act as a switch to activate or deactivate her superhuman abilities.

Otherwise, having become accustomed to being ordinary people, they might encounter a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Sure enough, after completing these actions, the faint sound disappeared.

In the silence, Elmeran couldn't help but think:

Are the Sound-Following Hunters really human?

The Sound Hunters are the Queen's claws and eyes; they are spread throughout the country, guarding day and night, ruthless and efficient.

This really doesn't seem human, although some time-traveling predecessors have said they've seen the Sound Hunter remove his bird-beak mask and take off his black trench coat.

There were indeed real, living people inside.

But Elmeran doesn't really consider them human either.

They are more like machines than humans.

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Meanwhile, Moen finally arrived in the city where the company was located.

The ring road is indeed fast and cheap; it would be great if taxi services were just as cheap.

Moen glanced at his savings with a heavy heart; although he still had a considerable amount, it was likely to be very bad for his luck.

Moen has a good academic background and is hardworking.

But he would inexplicably lose his job. For example, he was fired along with the entire company because his boss said he wanted to go and find poetry and distant places.

Although I received compensation, it wasn't much more than that for an intern.

Further on is that bizarre game and bizarre company that still haunts Moen to this day.

Are they all real?

They must be playing a trick on me, right?

After swallowing hard, Moen set off following the navigation.

After walking and stopping for a long time, Moen finally arrived at his destination—a small hill with beautiful greenery but nothing else!

"Where is the company?! Such a big company?!"

Moen's emotions reached their peak at this moment.

How could it be a mountain? I could even find the company's internal attendance videos when I was researching the company's information!

"It's over, it's over, it's really all over now, is it all true?"

Moen was completely overwhelmed, constantly thinking back on what he had done.

I hope I won't actually get dismembered more than Makoto Shinkai.

No, I still have a chance!

This might just be that I went to the wrong place, or maybe those jerks at the company gave me the wrong address!

Even though he believed it in his heart, Moen was still unwilling to accept the truth.

After all, he didn't really do anything decent in the game.

In addition, it seems that he has also provoked quite a few truly formidable enemies.

It's not a debt of love, but a literal 'life-or-death enemy'!

After all, if you want to complete the game in a way that goes against the game's objectives, you'll definitely offend the other 'NPC factions'.

Moen tried hard to recall the characters he had messed with.

After a long pause, Moen cried and said:

“Why are there so many?”

They've made a bunch of real enemies, and then those who could have been allies have been betrayed by their own inhuman actions.

God, this damn company!

Oh my god, I really didn't mean to!

Just as Moen was feeling utterly hopeless, he heard a satisfied laugh.

After a long period of failures, the other party finally saw the wonderful gift.

"Um?!"

"It's you guys, right?!"

Moen looked up quickly and immediately asked the question, certain that he hadn't misheard.

It must be the company!

At the same time, Mo En felt a surge of hope. Since the company people were really there, it meant that this was just a clever joke!

But when Moen looked up, he saw nothing, and the mocking laughter grew louder. And as Moen's face darkened, they played another cruel joke on him.

An incredibly exquisite pocket watch was placed into Moen's pocket out of thin air.

As the clock begins to tick.

Everything before Moen's eyes was also changing.

The small hill, which had nothing but excellent greenery, disappeared, replaced by a cold, dark, and very familiar towering fortress.

Moen knew where he was.

Looking at the familiar fortress before him, Moen uttered her name in a daze:

"Baratheon?!"

As Moen uttered the name of the fortress in a daze, a hunter wearing a black trench coat and a bird-beak mask also arrived upon hearing the sound.

He then revealed his folding hunting knife and silver crossbow behind Moen.

Chapter 4 My backup plans are endless

The transmigrators were considered to have a terrible reputation among the locals, as monsters that rose from the corpses of the dead.

The last group to be described in this way was the Lost Ones led by the Lady with the Lamp and the King of the Night in the Third Age.

The bewildered individuals, who neither die nor tire and instinctively antagonize the living, were once a nightmare for the entire world.

Many historians describe that era with just one phrase: "More and more dead people were walking around, and fewer and fewer living people were in despair."

But even these bewildered beings are merely monsters transformed from the corpses of the dead. No matter how high their own status, people know that they are nothing more than twisted monsters, not living people.

But the time travelers actually 'resurrected' the dead.

Even gods and kings must admit that the corpses the transmigrators were attached to were living people.

But that was just a living person; he and she were no longer the same people they used to be.

They can cry and laugh, and their every move is the same as before, but in essence, they are completely different people.

This situation must have been unimaginable torment for the deceased's relatives.

Therefore, time travelers are often met with hostility. No one wants their relatives or even themselves to be disturbed after death.

Once a time traveler is discovered, they are likely to be hunted down.

The same applies to Baratheon.

Eleven transmigrators have already been publicly hanged by the Overwatch Council.

This is the largest force that has a documented record of executing the most transmigrators.

Therefore, Baratheon has always been considered one of the worst spawn points by transmigrators.

At this moment, because Moen had come directly over, in the eyes of this hunter who followed the sound, Moen seemed to be telling the whole story that something was wrong with him.

Moreover, the reason he was here was because he had been notified to come and surround a small group of corpse blasphemers.

'Something's definitely wrong with this guy. Is he an accomplice of those scoundrels?'

The sight of a modernly dressed guy in a Victorian medieval city is definitely odd.

He was the kind of person who would be perfectly reasonable to have his head chopped off on the spot.

After all, cult members often wear such strange clothes.

But precisely because Moen looked so strange, the Sound Hunter didn't immediately chop off Moen's head.

He planned to capture him alive and take him back to question him.

Silently, the hunter who was at least a hundred meters away from Moen just moments before crept up behind him in the blink of an eye.

The folding hunting knife was slowly raised, ready to be placed directly against Moen's neck, forcing him to submit.

'I hope he'll resist, so even if I kill him, it'll just be writing a few reports, and I might even get a paid vacation later!'

'Just thinking about it makes me happy!'

Because he led the deep dive into the sewage and caught the scoundrel, but then misjudged him and let him go, thus losing his chance for promotion, this Sound Hunter, who has been working overtime a lot, now has this as his only hope.

But at that very moment, Moen inexplicably turned his head around.

Looking at the cold indifference in Moen's eyes, which showed no fear whatsoever (actually, he was so stunned that he didn't react in time).

The hunter who followed the sound was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly distanced himself from Moen.

Rather than seizing the opportunity to draw his sword, he chose to follow his heart.

After all, this reaction is very strange!

The timing is too coincidental!

Making a mistake would only cause a little more trouble, but if it really is a big fish, then it would be a death in the line of duty!

'He couldn't possibly have discovered that I am; he doesn't seem like a superhuman!'

Or am I seeing things?

As one of the Sound Hunters who spend most of their time monitoring superhumans, he can basically tell whether someone is a superhuman at a glance.

This is not a talent or ability; it is simply the result of years of experience.

“I don’t know who you are, but this is Baratheon. If I were you, I wouldn’t do anything stupid, so put your hands on your head and crouch down!”

Moen didn't hear much of the hunter's voice.

Moen was even more astonished as he looked at the hunters who followed the sound.

Because he knew what the design was.

This is something he created based on the Tsar's special army of killing hunters.

Even the design is exactly the same as the original hand-drawn sketch he showed to the Queen!

Then, once the Queen's Glory Path reaches Sequence One, she can attach the extraordinary properties of the Glory Path to other objects in large quantities as needed.

Based on this, Moen wanted to apply this power to weapons and clothing in order to mass-produce superhumans.

Other methods can achieve similar results, but only the Glory method can accomplish this on a large scale in a short period of time.

Provided there are enough raw materials—that is, the extraordinary properties of the Glory Path.

Considering the cards the Queen holds, her most likely course of action is to follow her own will—well, no, wait, she's not dead yet.

The most likely explanation for the Empress's actions is that she created these hunters based on the extraordinary qualities extracted from her after death, as instructed by her own wishes.

A Sequence 2 extraordinary property is more than enough to satisfy the needs of an empire.