I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 447 - 92: The True Leader (4,200 Words)_3

Although it seems quite absurd to do this, it's currently the only way to survive!

Forgive Mokaka for having such thoughts, after all, this girl is just a child.

Perhaps the title of leader might make her more mature, but she is only 14 years old.

Of course, in the end, Mokaka rejected the idea.

She fears death, but as a leader, she would never abandon her comrades.

To live alone in cowardice, the current Mokaka could not do it.

"Stop overthinking."

Just as the pressure in Mokaka's heart was about to explode, a soft hand suddenly patted her shoulder.

She looked up blankly, only to see Yun You standing calmly in front of her, his blood-red eyes as serene as a lake. Just a glance made her agitated mood calm down.

"Our situation is far from being at the end of the world."

"Moreover."

Yun You paused slightly, and then showed a faint smile.

"Little leader."

"Sometimes, things don't always have to be borne by one person."

"You still have companions, you still have us, don't you?"

Mokaka froze.

She instinctively glanced around.

Indeed, the sudden death of the Young Death God was quite a blow to morale.

But at this moment, in the camp, there was no complaint, and no one gave up.

The civilians who had always lived under Mokaka's protection stepped up, began moving supplies, setting up barriers, and even some brave ones picked up weapons aimed at the seemingly invincible Buddha in the distance.

They chose to believe in Mokaka, so even in this moment of "hope is dead," they didn't leave. Instead, they stood by the leader's side, wanting to do their part.

Although they were well aware that what they were doing might not make any difference, but...

They were still trying.

Not just to give themselves a chance at survival, but also to repay Mokaka's kindness and trust.

Mokaka was stunned.

In the past, she had heard countless words of praise.

To praise her as the master of the camp, those who had benefited from her grace once composed long poems to commend her, even elevating her as a holy and benevolent ruler.

But now, those people were busy setting up the camp, having no time to say those needless words.

Yet, Mokaka felt that the current silence was more sincere than ten thousand words of praise before.

She picked herself up again.

"Can you still keep playing?"

Yun You looked at Mokaka's fingers, swollen from excessive playing, and asked softly.

"Yes."

Mokaka didn't say much more, just nodded heavily, placed her swollen fingers back on the keyboard, and said softly, "I will keep playing until death arrives."

"Very well."

Yun You nodded with a smile and then turned around, taking a deep breath.

"Master Zero, are you ready?"

"Next, it's time for us to put on a show."

"No matter whether the Alef creatures are truly invulnerable, I've decided to blast Karma Remnant Buddha."

"Let the Alef creatures witness our power."

As the words fell, the crimson Dragon Gun appeared in Yun You's right hand, along with firefly sparks of flame.

Along with it appeared a Balance Scale.

The Balance Scale of the lord Sequence.

Its ability is named — Survival of the Fittest.