God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 334: Unexpected Outcome

Broken Dawn Camp.

A single armoured truck slowly approached the wooden camp from the east, moving with a steady rhythm and leaving nothing but dust in its wake.

Inside sat an individual—a man you could only describe as a small giant. He had blue eyes and spiky dark hair, wore loose clothing, and his hands were almost as large as those of three people joined together.

He held a small coffee cup that looked extremely tiny in his grasp as he sipped slowly.

In front of him sat another person—bald, dressed in a black tuxedo that practically screamed I am a butler.

"Remind me why we are heading to the Kairos camp again?" he asked, wearing a lost expression.

The butler sighed. "It appears, sir Dante, wasn’t paying attention during the briefing."

He was long accustomed to his master’s personality. Dante strongly disliked social gatherings and preferred being on the battlefield instead.

"Could you please go over it again?" Dante said, sipping his coffee slowly.

Suddenly, there was a slight bump on the road, and a tiny bead of coffee spilled onto the chair.

When it did, the spot where it landed melted straight through the cushion, burning a clean hole as hot steam hissed upward.

"Ah." Dante blinked.

The butler calmly pulled out a folded handkerchief and dabbed the remaining drops from Dante’s fingers. "Sir, if you could please stop drinking volatile-grade coffee inside a vehicle, I would greatly appreciate it."

Dante shrugged. "It wakes me up."

"Yes, sir. It also melts furniture."

He glanced at the smoking hole in the chair, then returned to his cup without a hint of guilt. "As you were saying... why are we going to Kairos?"

The butler exhaled again—this time with the weight of someone used to suffering. "Very well. I shall repeat the briefing."

He cleared his throat. "We are currently heading to the young master’s camp because he hasn’t been sending in any reports. Furthermore, we are also tasked with investigating the supplies that failed to reach the northern camp."

"I did hear something like that." Dante nodded, sipping his coffee again. He leaned back—or tried to. His large frame barely fit. "Sounds boring. No wonder I wasn’t paying attention."

A loud CRACK filled the truck as the metal frame of his seat bent backward under his weight.

The butler didn’t even flinch. "Please refrain from destroying the vehicle, sir."

Dante waved a hand lazily. "Not my fault everything here is too small."

He raised the tiny cup again and drank the last sip. A small drop escaped the rim and hit the iron floor.

TSSSSHHH!

The metal sizzled, a thin line of steam rising like a dying snake. When it dispersed, the butler could see the ground through the fresh hole.

The driver, seeing it happen through his rear mirror, shivered and couldn’t help thinking to himself:

’How are his lungs still intact?’

The butler cleared his throat. "In any case, the reason we were dispatched is simple. The lord suspects that something bad must’ve happened to young master Kairos." He adjusted his glasses. "In simple terms, they wish for you to find out his current status."

He was repeating himself, but he felt if he didn’t, Dante might forget everything he’d said.

He made a mental note to remind him later as well.

"Sounds like politics," Dante muttered with clear disdain.

"Yes. Unfortunately."

They finally reached the outer perimeter of Kairos’ camp—at least they thought so. The guards and players stationed at the gate immediately stiffened when they saw the massive silhouette inside the truck.

The vehicle came to a halt.

The butler stepped out first, straightening his tuxedo. "We have arrived, sir."

Dante ducked under the doorframe—barely squeezing through—and landed heavily on the ground.

The butler briefly scanned the camp’s outer walls, and something akin to approval shone in his eyes.

"Young master Kairos is known as the black sheep. I think sending him here made him take life more seriously," he praised after seeing the walls of the Broken Dawn Camp.

...

Meanwhile back in the tower.

’What should we do... are we really going to fight those things?’ Cassie whispered to Sophie.

She didn’t reply, just stared at Gabriel. When the three knights emerged, she had subconsciously taken a step back—but Gabriel hadn’t.

Sophie hated herself for this... she claimed to love this person, willingly leaving the comfort of the castle to serve him, and yet when trouble came, she had instinctively withdrawn.

Even though she didn’t flee, she felt as if her reaction was no different.

But she couldn’t truly blame herself either. It was the inherent nature of humans to react when faced with crisis, even before processing it.

"Can we still escape?" Ragnarok whispered into Bunny’s ear.

She pressed her lips together and replied, "The other floors had the option to return to floor zero, but I strongly doubt it’s the same for this floor."

"We won’t be sure unless we check."

"Look—they’re getting close!"

The three knights were walking slow and steady, as if they had all the time in the world.

Their calm, unhurried gait made the core members of Broken Dawn even more anxious.

’Is this the end?’ Gabriel thought with a wry smile.

Was he going to throw away his second chance at life here? Was he going to waste the talent the chained goddess had bestowed upon him without fulfilling his goal?

"It would be a great shame if I fall here." He finally spoke, his arms stopping their trembling as he tightened his grip on his weapon.

Even in his past life—without all these treasures and allies—he had survived until the final battle with Sutre.

’I would be damned if that was to happen.’

It would feel like spitting in the goddess’s face... as if her judgment had been wrong.

"This... this might just be the best opportunity for me to complete that requirement," he suddenly said, loud and clear.

Opportunity? He was seeing THIS as an opportunity?

Both his subordinates and the viewers outside the tower were shocked and speechless.

"Has he gone mad?"

"Is he thinking of taking all three of them head-on? What level of arrogance is this?"

Meanwhile the knights approached, drawing closer and closer.

Gabriel clenched his blade tightly, his entire body overflowing with mana that wrapped around him like a crimson cloak.

Eventually, the knights were just a few feet away.

Gabriel was about to move, but the knights moved first.

They didn’t attack.

Rather, they did something even more shocking.

All three simultaneously dropped to one knee.

"W...what?"

...

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