High Martial: Countless Clones Probe the Rules of Strange Beasts

“What do you mean, triggering the rules of the anomalous beasts makes them invincible?” “What do you mean, we have to pray to the gods for strength and do the work they demand, or we'll lose control, mutate, and become anomalous beasts?” The rift into the Realm of the Dead is widening. Hidden players are beginning to move their pieces, and the anomalous beasts' blood moon is slowly rising. An old man from a faraway land only wants to survive until he can find his way home. But he discovers that more and more lives are being staked on his own. “I really do want to go home, but... are you really my clones?” 【We were summoned by you. If we're not your clones, what are we? So, Main Brain, don't stop us. Let us die. Let us pave the way for you.】 The savior who faces down countless calamities, the lamplighter who bears every sin. I pray to you Grant me a sliver of your grace, so my hands won't tremble, my feet won't falter, and I can defeat my enemies! Lord, let me save one more. Let me save just one more. “We're all ordinary people. It's better to rely on ourselves than pray to the gods. When we're oppressed and restrained, we have to learn to fight back.”