"Then, please experience what it's like to be weak."

"What...what..."

Orlick hadn't finished speaking yet, and he couldn't finish speaking, because his tall body had been grabbed by the neck with a hand and raised into the air.

No one lent a helping hand, and none of his four teammates rushed over to help Olic.

Because the ice-blue pseudo-realm has enveloped them.

Since...since it is a pseudo-realm...no, it is a strong person in the field!!!

In the icy blue pseudo-realm, the other four adventurers already found it difficult to lift their feet and breathe. Two of them, holding weapons in their hands, were shaking violently involuntarily.

In addition to being sluggish, he is just sluggish. His mind has been filled with shock and he has lost the ability to think. When he sees a Styrian beast suddenly turning into a giant dragon, even the mind of an adventurer may only end up with such a reaction. No

Others may appear.

What kind of gap exists between domain-level experts and demon-fortress-level adventurers in the second world? The four of them cannot describe it in words. They cannot resist at all, and they cannot even fight to the death.

Power, at this time, the only thought they could have was to admire the intuition of their eldest brother Orric, shouting that he was wise and could detect this giant dragon wearing the skin of Styrian in advance.

And then...this time I really lost it.

"Huha...huha..."

After being put down, Orlick was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, gasping for air. The ice-blue pressure in the air made his lungs seem to have lost their proper function.

No matter how much I breathed, I couldn't calm down my panting and the violent beating of my heart.

"How is it? What it's like to be a weakling."

The voice above his head was no different from before, but to Orlick's ears at this time, every word seemed to turn into a huge mountain, weighing heavily on his shoulders.

"I understand the sorrow of the weak, and I don't need you to preach, but even if the road ahead for these people is an endless Dead Sea, a cliff with no bones left, even if they themselves are desperate and give up on themselves

Already."

The shock of ice blue made these words deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

"But I think, no matter what, if you give these people a helping hand or a bottle of water on their way, even if there is a dead end ahead, wouldn't it be possible to leave with a little more warmth? If this is the so-called ridiculous justice
Chapter completed!