Riku quickly finished reading the information Ren had provided, including details about the Elves he was about to contact—their personalities, their magic—everything was clear.
It matched perfectly with what he had previously gathered and guessed, which gave him more leverage in communication.
"Here, take this too." Ren thought for a moment and handed over all the intelligence he had collected.
Riku didn't take it lightly. He skimmed through it, and it contained information on nearly Elves. Then he looked at Ren. "You…"
"Know your enemy, know yourself, and you'll win every battle, right?" Ren replied. "In this cruel world, information is our weapon."
Over the past decade, Ren had gone out almost every few days, recording any intelligence he could gather.
Combined with the records from the Flügel race's books, he had amassed a significant amount of information.
"This is perfect. With this, we won't have to sacrifice so many people." Riku couldn't help but speak his thoughts, perhaps because he felt trusted by Ren.
"What's your plan next?" Ren asked, looking at Riku.
Riku glanced at Jibril and said, "We'll use the intelligence to contact the Elves and the Dwarves. With their help, we can concentrate the powers of all the races and Old Deus, making the Suniaster appear. According to our calculations, it's possible."
"The Dwarves are my responsibility." Ren was planning to take action.
"Alright, then the Elves are mine." Riku didn't say more; he took on the more difficult task.
"You all want to use this to get the Suniaster and end the war?" Jibril felt these people were crazy, but remembering her previous war games with Ren, she realized she didn't fully understand the native creatures of this planet.
"The probability isn't zero. In fact, it's thirty-three percent—pretty high." Riku smiled.
Hearing such bold reasoning again, Jibril didn't argue. Ren had beaten her this way before—in a game where direct combat victory was impossible.
"Just tell me the general direction. Don't explain the plan, after all, the outcome of a game can be blamed on luck." Ren gestured to the person settled atop his head.
"Alright, we'll do it your way. Schwi, let's go back."
"Mm." Schwi lifted Riku, and they quickly left.
"Jibril, aren't you curious how humans will end this war? Go back and recover. You'll experience it firsthand." Ren said after a moment of thought.
"Is it just that you don't want me to know what you're planning? But remember one thing, I am yours, so I won't allow you to die before me." Jibril said, leaving her glasses behind and walking away.
Ren sighed. This world was too cruel. Even with his other selves sharing abilities, the power he had wasn't enough to free him from his human body.
The Black Ash was still deadly to him, and those attacks could easily kill him.
He put on the glasses, still warm from her touch, and headed toward the location of the Werebeast according to the intelligence.
Originally, he was someone who survived at all costs. This kind of mission wasn't suited for him, because doing this could easily get him killed.
But he had accepted it and planned to act. He somewhat understood why he was doing this.
Ever since that war game, he had changed. Maybe it was being shocked by the tiny figures on the battlefield, or perhaps it was seeing Riku, a human whose eyes shone with life.
The Werebeast couldn't use magic either. Even so, Ren without any disguise would be instantly exposed, unless he wasn't in a human body. Ren began to consider fusing his current power.
Handling these people should be no problem, but it would expose humans. Ren muttered to himself, "I shouldn't have accepted this."
First, he returned to his hidden cave and placed the glasses there. Then he went outside to absorb the Black Ash, letting it cover part of his body. The pain was burning and intense, making it hard to think.
Fortunately, after sharing, he could endure the pain. Once he recovered, he headed straight to the Werebeast's area. With the Black Ash covering him, the Werebeast and Dwarves couldn't sense his race at all.
He arrived at the Werebeast's settlement. The place was filled with brutality and blood. Their living space had been damaged by the Dwarves, putting the two races in a state of hostility.
"Who are you?" a Werebeast asked, spotting Ren wrapped in black cloth. He was cautious. His nose had failed him, so he couldn't tell Ren's race.
There was only one reason for this: Ren's race hierarchy was far above his own.
"Me? Just think of me as a ghost in this world." Ren thought for a moment and decided to call himself a ghost.
"A ghost, huh? Hah." The Werebeast didn't hesitate and attacked Ren.
"Seems like in the original story, ghosts suffered quite a lot when facing Werebeast." Ren immediately dodged the Werebeast's attack.
The Werebeast looked astonished.
He hadn't seen clearly just now.
Their Werebeast Race was slower in physical speed? The opponent wasn't simple.
He wouldn't bleed easily, which made things troublesome.
"I'm not here to fight. I just want to deliver a message. If the leader of your race comes, I will be pleased," Ren's voice appeared behind the Werebeast.
This was the first time he had unleashed the power of his shared self.
From what could be seen, it was terrifying.
Ordinary werebeasts had no chance to resist in front of him.
"Let go of the Puman. Mr. Ghost, what do you intend to do?"
Looking at the other's features, he belonged to the fox tribe.
Ren tossed out a book.
"This contains intelligence on the Dwarf Race. I think you might need it."
"Wait, intelligence on the Dwarves? How am I supposed to judge if it's true? And what use is Dwarf Race information to me?" the fox woman asked rapidly.
"I suppose you can understand Dwarf Race's language. Whether this information is true or useful, you'll understand after reading it," Ren said, then immediately vanished.
"Lady Ichihime, his words…" the Werebeast didn't believe it.
"Let me confirm first, then decide," Ichihime said, picking up the intelligence and beginning to read.
Time slowly passed.
Ichihime's expression grew increasingly grave.
If this intelligence was true, waiting any longer could mean the end of this continent.
Their Werebeast Race might be the first to perish.
Assuming the intelligence was false and ignoring it was impossible.
It contained too much information, including the causes and consequences of the Dwarves creating E-Bomb.
No one would fabricate multiple stories for a single lie.
So, she decided to trust the intelligence.
Ichihime felt a Werebeast who can withstand Back Ash should verify the intel on Dwarves directly.
After all, they needed to confirm the truth themselves.
Ren had already disappeared.
He knew the Werebeast would go to verify it.
Once verified, events would follow Riku's plan.
His body ached slightly.
Ren lifted his clothes and saw that part of him had been eaten by Black Ash corruption.
He frowned.
It seemed he might be the first among his many selves to die.
Soon, Ren relaxed.
After all, in this world, he had nothing to hold onto.
Even if he truly died, he didn't care.
The next target was the Ex-Machina Race.
Schwi hadn't died, and their hearts weren't shared.
It would likely be hard to gain the Ex-Machina's help.
In fact, Riku's original plan hadn't included the Ex-Machina Race at all.
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