Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 63: The Ottomains’ Counterattack

“Fuck!” Shu Yichao cursed. “Where did all the Ottomains go?”

He thought that he could go on a massacre upon arriving at Anatolia, since the Ottomain occupied half the Anatolian soil. But barely after fighting two to three battles, he suddenly found that there was no one to fight anymore!

“…” Sophia, who had been following him, quietly turned her head away.

Esteemed Caesar, you call that barely fighting two to three battles?

The hours Shu Yichao had spent drifting on the sea had made him restless like a husky who had been locked away for days. His energy level surged beyond all measures when he finally arrived at Anatolia.

And the way he channeled the energy was like an unstoppable hellfire.

He slaughtered everyone from the port to the mainland, reaping away thousands of lives along the way.

No matter what the Ottomain nobles did, whether it was escaping into the forest to become cavemen or fleeing into the most impregnable fortress they could think of, they couldn’t escape the fate of benign dragged out and executed.

Many Ottomains stomped their feet in frustration. Left with no choice, they packed their luggage and tents and herded their livestock and horses toward the grasslands, abandoning the city they had lived in for many years…

They would rather go back to herding livestock on the grassland than to face this battle fanatic.

This benefited the local Romain population as they took over the empty fields and mansions.

“Caesar,” Sophia said after some thought, “there is a place where you can find Ottomains.”

“Mhm.” Shu Yichao nodded.

He had also noticed a place on the map where the red dots were highly concentrated. It was Bursa, one of the most prosperous cities in the Ottomain Empire.

“Caesar.”

Sophia couldn’t help but tremble in excitement. Who could have thought that they would be able to push that humongous empire to the brink of extinction in less than a year?

“The Ottomain Empire would be over once we take over that city. Perhaps it’s time to sweep them into the rubbish pile.”

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A dry autumn wind blew acro

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