The conditions were easy enough to understand, so I wasn't really bound to encounter much trouble.
That said, I hated being slowed down. It was due to this flaw in my personality that I often faced many dangers that nearly cost my life.
'My (G) Factor is still 90, though… I haven't been careless since that time.'
Our group's advance was slow, thanks to the Undead swarming us. I could blow them away, but that would only cause them to get damaged. Using [Subspace] to collect all their annoying bodies would be effective, but…
'What if the Tower tries to kick me out because of that?'
Ultimately, I decided to try something else—my Undead army.
By summoning some mobs, I was able to spawn soldiers around us.
These soldiers were Undead, so the enemies didn't seem to pay much attention to them—Undead hated the living, after all. Unless my minions attacked first, they wouldn't be addressed as threats.
