I was sent to deliver a "peace token" to the demon tribe, and the entire tribe was waiting for the news of my death.
After all, I am just a handyman with no war marks. If I go to the demon clan's territory, I will definitely die.
But they don't know that there is something extra in my mind——
[It is detected that the host is dying, and the prehistoric speed is activated]
[Novice Order: Survive]
[Estimated delivery time: 60 seconds]
[Countdown: 59...58...]
I looked at the three-foot-tall demon monster in front of me. It raised its foot and wanted to crush my head.
And I laughed.
"I'm sorry," I said, "if this order goes over time, the merit deducted will be more valuable than your life."
