My Power to Ignore Enemy Abilities Lets Me Rule Another World

While fierce battles raged within the city, two unidentified men in a dilapidated hut outside the imperial capital calmly assessed the situation. 

Shrouded in shadow, their figures were indiscernible, even their silhouettes obscured. 

"So, both 'The Curse' and Salsuje are dead, correct?" 

"Indeed. Most likely, without a doubt…" 

"Was it those two 'god-tier combatants'? The First Divine General, Avenger of the Gods, and the Seventh Divine General, Kriz Calderon. Both formidable opponents." 

"It's still hard to believe. Both of them wield rule-type abilities—immensely powerful ones at that—and yet they were defeated so easily…" 

"The strength of their opponents is the real deal. We'll have to resort to using that *combination technique*." 

The room was enveloped in darkness, with only the stench of decay filling the air—an overwhelming reek resembling human excrement. 

"Indeed. Let the world witness just how powerful the combination of 'Fear' and 'Methane' can be." 

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"Hey! You over there, the new recruit! Are you alright?" 

Following the voice, a few lightly armored soldiers rushed over. 

Their armor was severely damaged, clearly marking them as reinforcements from another battlefield. 

One soldier approached me quickly, while the others appeared to be dividing tasks—likely organizing cleanup efforts and searching for wounded comrades. 

"Excuse me, let me check your condition." 

A green light descended into my field of vision. Looking up, I saw a magical circle with a scorpion sigil suspended overhead. 

"It won't hurt. Just relax." 

"Understood." 

"Are you a guerrilla soldier? I can't detect any magical communication systems on you." 

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure myself…" 

"If you lack any magical communication systems, that makes you a guerrilla soldier. Such soldiers can freely choose the battlefields they join." 

"Oh, I see…" 

"The registration office doesn't explain it well, so many new recruits issued to guerrilla units don't understand their role." 

The soldier revealed a faintly impatient expression, as if repeating something he had explained many times before. 

"That should do it. Our forces are gradually gaining the upper hand. It seems the enemy has lost several key generals, which has weakened their offensive significantly." 

"Is that so? That's a relief." 

The soldier dismissed the faintly glowing magic circle and walked away, heading deeper into the grim battlefield without looking back. 

"The enemy has lost a few generals… Could the two I killed earlier have been among them?" 

I mulled it over while leaving the park battlefield. Four paths branched out ahead of me, and I chose the fourth one from the left. 

I preferred the left side over the right, and "4" happened to be a number I liked more. 

My intuition also told me this path might require my attention. 

Half of my choice stemmed from personal preference, and the other half from faith in my unerring intuition. 

As I walked down the empty street, there was nothing but desolate brick ruins on either side—no sign of any prior battle. 

I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but the farther I ventured, the stronger the stench grew—a pungent, nauseating odor that was neither blood nor rust but rather the unmistakable reek of human excrement. 

A wave of revulsion surged through me, and I felt an overwhelming urge to turn back. 

Both my mind and body begged me to leave, but as I prepared to retrace my steps, something caught my eye. 

High above, something appeared to be flying towards me. 

No, not flying—more like falling in a parabolic arc. 

And it seemed to be… a person? 

"Man─── *Silver Dream Crash!!!*" 

After three sickening sounds, my vision was splattered with an unpleasant, murky brown.