YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW [10]

Regressor's Instructions Manual Episode 1003

You reap what sow (10)

- Operation successful.

- Operation was a success.

- Operation successful for Unit 42. No casualties. Surprisingly smooth. More smoothly than anticipated.

-....

- Unit 7 has also completed its mission.

-....

- Entering Raphael Underground 6th Floor. Seems to be off route, requesting recalibration.

- Understood. Nuna.

- The same goes for the General.

- Already checked.

- I've already confirmed it too. Nuna.

- Unit repositioning.

- Reinitiating route guidance.

- Need medical assistance on Underground 4th Floor. Just reminding in case you've forgotten.

- Approved.

- Current success rate of ongoing operation is around 98%. I'll send you the part with errors for immediate correction. Please bring the revised version. I'll send it to the field commanders right away. It'll take about 2 minutes.

- I'm busy. Nuna.

- I'll do it.

'Right, you should do it. Anyone can see that you've caused the mess.'

-Originally entrusting this incompetent guy with this side was a mistake. I should figure out what went wrong. If possible, I could incorporate it into the operations not yet executed. It's not right.

-What? It was the General's mistake? You can't just blurt out whatever comes to your mind because your mouth is open.

-You're unbelievable. Can you control the situation on-site and still claim it's not your fault? This was an important mission we mentioned multiple times. If you had devoted the time you spent on those precious blue folks to this, there might not have been a failure in the operation.

-Why are you bringing up the Blue Guild here? You need the pieces to be in place to do anything. Even if you plant good seeds in bad soil and give them good fertilizer, what use would it be? The mission planning itself was flawed, General. I'm saying your plan was garbage.

-It's not even funny. Let's explain it step by step again. Of course, I wonder if you're capable of understanding at your level.

-You're at it again. Both of you, stop fighting.

-This isn't about fighting.

-Oh, please, don't fight! Stop with the bickering. Is it that important to determine who's at fault? Are both of you really that relaxed right now? Do you even have time to fool around?

-It's not like we have a lot of free time. The situation is under control and manageable. Of course, it's not the same for our General Jin. You reached your limit, right? With the General's limited brainpower, there might be difficulty keeping up with this. He's clinging to this, isn't he?

-It's not worth responding to such stupid comments. Just say a word.

-Ah, just stop it!

'Where are you acting all relaxed and then suddenly getting worked up?'

I can see you pounding your calculator. I can see all your veins popping out. Why are you pretending to be relaxed?

'I won.'

He can't see my situation, but I can see General Jin's. It might be a bit childish, but the situation of this arrogant guy seemed amusing to me.

Honestly, there doesn't seem to be the right conditions or leisure for other idle chatter.

Trying to maintain some pathetic pride, I was forcing myself, but it would probably just end up gnawing at me.

Seeing him eagerly fighting a losing battle, it seemed like he had just a bit of the size of leisure. Wiping my nose with one hand, I could only nod quietly.

'Though it's unfortunate...'

Certainly, he's not entirely lacking in skill.

He definitely has some skills.

I don't want to admit it, but the fact that he's actually helping properly can't be denied.

Having the right words ready when you need them. The fact that there are always words available for use at the right moments is reassuring. While we prepared the overall design together, the likelihood of everything going according to plan is slim.

Variables can occur at any time, different from the probabilities we've set, and mistakes can happen at any time.

At the critical moment, the ability to react in real-time to variables is essential. How quickly and surely we can put a train that has derailed from the rails back on the right track is key to this operation.

'It's in the realm of talent.'

In contrast to me, who has the mind's eyes, it's even more surprising that the troops move solely based on the head.

He probably has a limited amount of information he can process compared to me. Moreover, he can't survey the situation on the field through a telescope.

He must infer the situation from the reports of field commanders and the blue dots marked on the map.

-Oppa, Raphael, I've confirmed the route change. I've updated the missions for each unit. General, please check.

With the voice, the movements of the troops appear on the map. The troops moving as blue dots quickly adjust their direction to confirm their assigned orders.

-Understood.

Naturally, the troops get mixed up and separated.

It's different from the tactics during the Republic War, back when Kim Hyun-sung was leading.

While we always have words that can be used like weapons on a battlefield, in this expansive underground shrine, we have to prepare the words ourselves.

To counteract the game of catch-the-thief played by Bahamut and Raphael, who move at speeds ordinary humans can't catch, we had to find routes that wouldn't be affected by their aftermath and keep moving in a continuous cycle.

The reason for setting up a lot of vertical and horizontal movement patterns is also to guide other troops along the shortest routes.

Variables arise not only when going into battle but also when moving. To simplify, think of what I do as creating and sending pieces in a game of Tetris, built upon the foundation of an overall plan.

At least until now, there haven't been any pieces I've received that didn't fit.

It feels like a long stick continuously falling. I can see the parts I need within arm's reach.

Sometimes he assembles them himself, other times he sends design plans. It's difficult to understand the exact division of tasks.

In fact, we couldn't clearly differentiate between them. I understand my noona, and my noona understands him.

Plans keep changing and feel like living organisms that move on their own.

I can't explain it in words, but it's as if a system has been created. Not something made, but something brought into existence.

Through the process of maximizing the efficient utilization of each other, we found the most effective ways to share the information, plans, and tactics we each possess.

Furthermore, we discovered ways to put them into action. As time goes on, and we become more familiar with this system, it solidifies its position.

We continuously remove errors and variables and keep updating with new ideas.

This program makes it easier for us to navigate through this battlefield.

'It's convenient, to say the least.'

[Uwaaaahhhhh!!]

Elements that disrupt are constantly arising.

The battlefield and situation keep changing, but there are many cards to play. Variables appear, but solutions arrive promptly. Holes that are pierced are filled on their own.

Even without much intervention on my part, this probability graph moves on its own. Gear after gear meshing together rolls the vast underground temple.

The dots on the map move incessantly, interact, and move for their own objectives. Of course, their destinations are the same.

"Mission accomplished. Confirming next orders."

"Joining forces with other units."

"Mission complete! Commander!"

"Commander! Where to next..."

Kwaaahhh!!

"Confirming casualties. Proceeding with rescue mission."

"Move! Move!!"

"Engaging enemies! We've encountered enemies!"

[Woahh!! Woah... Woahhh!!]

The screen keeps transitioning.

Continuously moving hands and eyes to achieve mission success and issue the next orders. One part of my vision is fixated on Raphael, while the rest of my focus is on sensing him.

---Reporting from Friendship Guild. Currently, due to excessive magic usage among combatants...

-Friendship guild something rear units will move to the safety zone. Those who were supposed to retreat from here didn't seem like they would, but it spread faster than expected.

As time goes on, mages who have used up all their magic, priests who've depleted their divine energy, archers who've run out of arrows, and vanguards who've reached their physical limits emerge. Restless but not anxious.

'It's a good thing.'

They've used everything without killing, after all.

Each individual has a limited amount of fuel. If they've efficiently exhausted their fuel in the most effective direction... that's something to be pleased about.

Of course, it's best to make full use of it until the end. The vanguards of the Friendship Guild still seemed to have some physical stamina left.

---Colonel Smith?

---Colonel Smith...

---Deploying 23 combatants. Follow the same protocol as when Lieutenant Sophia led. Precise orders will be given in 1 minute, and the operation will start in approximately 5 minutes. Please stand by.

---Understood. , Ok, my apologies. Honorary Cardinal currently engaged in battle...

---Once this task is successfully completed, reconsider entering the Blue.

---.....

---I have never offered recruitment offer from anyone twice.

--....

---Why didn't you bring it up more than once? Wasn't there no need for it? Could it be that you have a bad personality that wants to break things if you can't have them? [[[Don't know what it means.]]]

-.....

---I believe you'll understand what I mean.

---Yes.

The Templar Extra Raid continued, providing a good means to recycle the units whose strength had been depleted.

Colonel Smith with the impressive beard who continued to wield the magical gun against the bull, even though his face was getting wrinkled, I believe he too wants to enter the Blue and I don't doubt it.

---Report variables immediately.

-.....

---We have two hours until the operation is complete.

---Do your best...

It's fortunate that there are many capable people in the world.

Kwaaahhh!!

The battlefield keeps shifting.

Colonel Smith and a few other talents continue the difficult fight, but the Templar Extra stage is a sub-stage. The main stage hasn't been created yet.

-There are many mages experiencing magic depletion.

-It seems like they didn't properly shed their durability...

-Battle data transmitted, Oppa. Pattern analysis is complete as well. It might not be of much help, but...

The tasks of stalling for time, gathering information, shedding durability, and gaining a bit more information about the enemy's moves when he takes his turn continue.

The probability of the operation, based on the data, keeps rising, and ultimately, the expedition moves even faster toward its intended direction.

-Operation initiated.

-Mission complete.

-Mission accomplished.

-Operation successful.

-Operation instructions.

-No need for adjustments.

Blue dots on the map form a circle around him. It's not a perfect circle.

It's almost embarrassing to say that they've surrounded him when they're so far away.

Units blocked by cover or walls can't confirm his location. There are also personnel waiting on other floors, but it's not bad.

He, too, would need to spend many turns to touch the circle. He probably won't give up his turns easily.

'They're not the only ones exhausted.'

Physically, I might not be fatigued.

But mentally,I likely taking damage.

Annoyance, anxiety, anger, impatience – these types of emotions are fatally approaching in such prolonged battles.

He moves according to his instincts. It's simple and easy to understand, but it seemed he couldn't completely discard his humanity.

Seeing him so fixated on one thing makes this feeling even stronger.

'That will be your downfall.'

Already at his physical limit, Raphael went up to the surface.

-Operation initiated.

Raphael soared into the air and let go of the shining feather in his hand.

[Woahhh!!!]

Magic pours in from all directions.

The difference from before is

It's not him.

It's that he's looking towards the small feather falling weakly from the sky.

"Hahhahaha."

-This is dire.

"Puhuhahaha!"

-.....

"It's easy to exploit weaknesses."

For the sake of protecting the small feather with its large body. The figure of the one who started recklessly striking out in all directions to protect the feather becomes visible.

An angel's feather.

It was sealing the movements of a demon.

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