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I scattered in all directions.

The impromptu plan gradually took shape.

The specific name for it is the Trist Distribution Plan.

“I’m going to spread myself far and wide!”

Thinking back, I had been cooped up in this academy city all this time. It wouldn’t be bad to try building a base in another neighborhood.

Of course, there were other objectives.

One was practicing smuggling.

“How far can I get without paying for a flight or a boat?”

The other was sightseeing.

“To the continent!”

“To the sea!”

Beyond the vast ocean, or to the regions of the continent that surrounded the archipelago.

“Let’s take a plane!”

“I want to go by boat!”

Of course, I only had one identity document like a visa or passport. If I moved carelessly, immigration control would have a record of a girl simultaneously boarding a ship, a plane, and an airship. The military would surely come looking right away.

“No smugglers, Violets allowed!”

“Right, let’s enter properly.”

Was there really no way for many Violets to leave the island?

There was an answer. Counterfeit identities.

“Manager! What are you up to these days?”

I walked into the labor office after a long time. Facing me was Manager Leslie, slouching back in a chair, dozing off.

“Uh… Huh? What’s the matter?”

“Remember that counterfeit ID I mentioned before? I need it!”

There were several experts connected through the manager. Handing over some cash, a fake ID using someone else’s personal details was quickly completed.

“I am Yuria!”

“I am Leila!”

Girls with slightly varying appearances headed towards the continent.

“I’m going!”

“Wow!”

Of course, there were times when we got caught or revealed. Usually, if you slipped someone some money, it was overlooked, but if the person was picky, they immediately called the military.

“Yikes! We got caught!”

“Stop! Stop!”

If caught, there was nothing to be done.

Caught while boarding a ship, 887 jumped over the railing.

“The wicked government oppresses us!”

This was a struggle against the state that suppressed the freedom of Violets.

Below, dark waves crashed and splashed.

“Stop!”

-Splash!

Caught in the water, 887 regressed.

This way, if I killed myself and assumed a new identity, it would be fine.

Of course, there was no need to go through complicated administrative procedures without the worry of being caught. There were ways to buy a ship and cross the sea, but I thought I’d try a method that wouldn’t cost money.

At an international airport in the western region. After generating several clones, a Violet touched the cargo hold of a plane.

“Generation complete! I’m escaping now!”

While being chased by airport security, 1824 giggled. At least three or more passenger flight cargo holds or landing gears had Violets planted in them.

As 1824 successfully escaped and regressed, the planes with Violets embedded began to take off one by one.

“Wow, it actually works?”

“Free flights are fun!”

Though I experienced minor issues like being cold while hiding in the landing gear, it wasn’t bad because I could hibernate through it.

Following the guidance of a portable satellite navigation system, we soon arrived over our destination.

“Initiating descent!”

The Violets placed their hands on the exterior of the plane. New Violets were generated at several kilometers in the dark sky.

“Wow! We’re flying!”

“Be careful! Don’t crash into each other!”

Initially, we donned wingsuits and descended quickly. As the night view of the ground gradually came closer, we deployed parachutes.

“Hurry, hurry!”

We landed in an area without people, but there was a possibility the radar detected us.

“Alright, let’s scatter here for now. See you later!”

By airship, plane, and various means, we soared through the sky.

The travel of the Violets wasn’t limited to the sky.

A group of Violets fidgeted inside a container box, looking bored.

“Smuggling practice is boring.”

“Yeah! Do we really have to do this?”

They grumbled while unfolding a map. The cargo ship I snuck onto was currently heading towards the continent located in the western Blue Zone across the ocean.

“This is going to take a while…”

Well, I probably wouldn’t get caught. The Violets’ positions were being tracked by the command center.

Even in a hibernation state, if danger arose, it would be felt immediately, so response wasn’t difficult.

“The world is vast…”

Of course, not many could enjoy that world. Most areas of Trist were full of Red Zones where non-awakened people turned into ghouls the moment they set foot in. Even the Yellow Zones, where it was possible to last longer, it was impossible to engage in farming or productive activities.

The safest was the Green Zone. Of course, even here, monsters sometimes appeared when gates opened, and there were dungeons, but proper economic activities were possible.

“Should we give it a shot? The Red Zone!”

“That sounds fun.”

Coincidentally, the direction we were heading was west. Aside from a tiny part of the insignificant Green Zone, the rest was all Red Zone, Yellow Zone, and Blue Zone.

According to what I knew, and what I had learned here, the actual differences between Blue Zones and Yellow Zones weren’t significant. The public order was bad, electricity and water often cut off, but it was just a matter of the military being stationed there and more immigrants present.

“By the way, what are the others doing?”

“They’re looking for a deserted island…”

Various details were attached, but the essence of the Trist Distribution Plan was ultimately territorial expansion.

However, there was a separate problem.

“There’s a master!”

Seemingly nice islands were occupied by ruthless owners. For example, what 1287 experienced.

“The feds just fired at us!”

While wandering between the southern Rustloom archipelago and the continent on a fishing boat, 1287 discovered a pristine tropical island.

“Wow, it’s beautiful!”

As the Violet Marine Corps was preparing to land, a warning broadcast blared over the open channel.

“Warning! This is a military-controlled zone. Unauthorized entry is prohibited. Turn back immediately. This area is under the control of the Federal Army! Noncompliance will result in immediate enforcement!”

“Huh? What?”

Just as I was confused, a column of water erupted over the fishing boat.

-Kaboom!

“Yikes!”

“Once again, I warn you! This is a military-controlled zone!”

“Okay! I’ll turn back! Don’t shoot!”

We had no choice but to turn the fishing boat around. Similar incidents kept repeating.

“Warning! You are currently trespassing into the Rumyx Research Foundation’s A-01-B2 zone. If you do not retreat—”

“Get lost! If you don’t get lost, I’ll shoot you!”

“What? A fishing boat? This is our territory. Get out of here! One, two, three—”

Corporation, clan, federation.

It seemed everyone had an island of their own.

“Beach houses and bases…”

“Evil bourgeoisie!”

There were no real estate options for the common Violets.

It seemed we had to venture further out to sea.

In the midst of all this, an unexpected situation occurred.

“Hey, guys! I found an island! It’s huge!”

The report came from 1172, who was traveling on an intercontinental airship. A Violet who jumped into the ocean landed in an unforeseen location.

“There’s an island here!”

1172 looked around.

Sparkling sand, gentle waves, and a wide expanse of forest and hills in the distance.

It was truly a beautiful landscape.

“There can’t be a master, right?”

Around 1172, a unit of two companies of Violets was generated.

This time, the generated Violets were tasked as marines. They were assigned the mission to explore and land on the new island and area.

“Advance! Advance!”

The Violets charged deep into the island over the sandy beach. There were no traces of humans anywhere.

“Wow! There seems to be no master here!”

“We shouldn’t have gone to the continent.”

“Let’s try clearing this out!”

While the smuggling Violets sulked over the new achievement, the navigation Violets were overjoyed.

Until they noticed something odd.

“But where are we?”

The command center tracked the location of 1172. However, after it lost connection in the middle of the ocean, there was no way to track my location.

“This is strange. Where am I?”

“I don’t know! Maybe the navigation device is broken.”

The Violets pulled out compasses, inertial navigation devices, satellite navigation systems, and relic signal devices to inspect.

“What? Really nothing is showing up?”

After staring at the map for a while and deducing, it seemed I had fallen on an island in the middle of the ocean.

“This place is…”

“The Karnak Archipelago!”

The Karnak Archipelago is a region made up of four small islands at the center of the world map.

Formally, all the islands and continents of Trist are under federal management, but in reality, they are uninhabited islands due to various circumstances.

“So this place is now ours!”

“Wow!”

Of course, that circumstance was a bit complicated. There was a reason neither the federal government nor any clan touched this place.

“By the way, are we going to be okay?”

“Why?”

The Karnak Archipelago is one of the most dangerous areas in the world.

“This is a Red Zone!”

“Hmm, true.”

As soon as the Violet Marines recognized the reality, they immediately assumed a defensive posture.

Red Zones are truly dangerous places that can’t even be compared to ordinary dungeons or erosion zones.

Various strange phenomena occurred, and one could never know what kind of monsters might emerge.

“First, cease search. Retreat!”

The marines stopped their search and returned to the beach where they first landed.

“Let’s build a forward base!”

First, we set up tents and temporary storage to store food.

“Defense line construction begins!”

Then we laid down trenches and barbed wire. We placed leftover explosives and magic formulas on the ground.

“Come at us!”

“I’ll kill anyone!”

The Violet Marines stayed awake with wide eyes all night.

Nothing particularly happened.

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The next morning on the Karnak Archipelago, the marine Violets rubbed their eyes and got up one by one.

“I’m hungry! Let’s have breakfast!”

Before the Violets waking from slumber appeared the violet sunrise.

“Wow. The sun is purple!”

“Is it normally like that?”

While cocking their heads at the bizarre sight they had never seen before, the Violets headed towards the storage.

“Today’s breakfast is a canned party!”

“Sounds delicious!”

The duty Violets preparing the meal witnessed a strange phenomenon.

-Clink! Clink!

The beef canned goods placed yesterday were shaking by themselves, as if something was trapped inside.

Confused, 218 opened the lid of the can.

Inside the can, sparkling were dozens of large and small eyeballs.

Huh, wait a minute?

In the next moment, the beef canned goods waved their dozens of tentacles and attacked the Violets.

“Yikes! The can is alive!”

There weren’t just one or two living cans. Sardines with legs burst out by themselves through the lid. The corn cans boiled over into slimy monsters.

“Ahh! The food is attacking us!”

The stored food that was alive and attacking them. As the Violets fell into confusion, new enemies appeared.

“Yikes! We’re getting sucked in!”

“Monsters!”

Soon, everything on the island began to attack the Violet Marines with malice.

“An ambush!”