The other mercenaries are not warned about the fireworks; they only realize there are sudden fireworks hitting the horde, causing a slight delay to the beasts.“Keep attacking them!” the mercenary leader yells, his voice cutting through the chaos as he sees the opportunity from the beast’s chaos.The long-range attackers hurl everything they can—earth stones, fireballs, electric balls—while the melee attackers, endowed with strength abilities and iron bodies, move to the front.I myself am sprinting towards the horde of monkey monsters. They are numerous, around 400 strong.With a quick snap of my fingers, I throw the fruits out from my spatial storage. Bananas, apples, berries scatter across the ground.Some monkey beasts, eyeing the fruit, quickly grab the treats and rush away from the horde. The leader of the monkey beasts yells, but his commands are drowned out by the booming fireworks, his voice lost in the explosions.More and more beasts retreat to where they came from, fruits

Under the morning sun, from the moment the forty mercenary movement reacts to the attack by about 35 E-rank hyenas beasts, my overthinking ability kicks into overdrive.Observing their movements and abilities, in killing the Hyena beast I deduce there are four B-rank mercenaries, fifteen C-rank, and the majority are D-rank.Alongside me are Igor and two other E-rank mercenaries. It's clear that they are dead serious about taking control of Kirov City Yet, I can't help but think it won't be enough to conquer such a sprawling urban expanse.Once the hyenas are killed, we, the E-rank mercenaries, are tasked with retrieving the cores.After a grueling five hours journeying and battling other beasts, we stop at a five-story hotel on the Kirov city's outskirts."Get off!" our team leader bellows. "We will clear this hotel apartment and set it up as our temporary base. Clear out all the beasts and secure the area. Anyone with earth abilities, create the earth wall, make sure the defenses ar

Day by day, time creeps by at the Kirov hotel. It's mainly me, the butler, and Natasha holding down the main base, while the other mercenaries methodically clear the perimeter, steadily gaining ground.My tasks include cooking and doing system quests on top of the building.Recently, I've discovered a new ability of the system. When I practice the mana cultivation technique, a new skill status appears:[Military Mana Cultivation Rank F]It starts at Rank F, and the more I practice, the better the results; my rank gradually increases. For instance, after I swing my sword about 1000 times, a new skill pops up:[Sword swing Rank F]Any skill I practice, whether it's a fist jab, sword movement, footwork, shooting an arrow, or even a Charming skill, appears as I try to make my face more appealing in front of the mirror after 100 attempts.I learn that the system tries to upgrade my skills to improve them. With my military mana cultivation, the speed of cultivation was normal at Rank F, 1 t

Inside the grand dining hall of the hotel, among 50 people fighting for their dream and survival, I am the only one standing as the final winning.Turning to sleeping Anton, I deliver a stark warning, "This is why you should always be wary of the chef. You never know what you're eating until it reaches your stomach."I put the sleeping poison I bought from universal shop into all the food.Natasha and the butler gaze at me, their eyes wide with shock, uncertain of what might happen to them next.I stride confidently towards Anton and begin to frisk him. Experience tells me that anyone who carries poison usually has the antidote on hand.After a brief search, I find a small antidote bottle concealed within his jacket.It's a tiny tube. I swiftly pour its contents into a spoon and carefully feed it to both Butler and Natasha. They, meanwhile, are already fully paralyzed and unable to speak.Within the next five minutes, I witness Natasha and the butler slowly regain their ability to mov

In the crowded airport, as I stand with Natasha just out of the door and military personnel pointing their guns at us, my mind races to find a way out of this tense situation.Activating my overthinking ability.Looking into the military's eyes, I sense their stern intent; they seem ready to shoot if we attempt to escape, or perhaps they're baiting us into making a move only to justify killing me.Without wasting another moment, I discreetly pull a small knife from my jacket and press it against Natasha's neck, grabbing her from behind. "Don't you dare come closer, or I will kill her," I threaten, my voice steady but filled with urgency.The military personnel and Natasha are visibly shocked by my actions. I whisper to Natasha, "I think they are Yulia people, and Yulia is in cahoots with your butler and these military folks. They plan to take us to jail, where we'll never be released, or they might just kill us here.""So what do we do?" Natasha asks, her voice quivering slightly with