Chapter 8: The Penitent Priest
Chapter 8: The Penitent Priest
?”Blood-stained Broken Wooden Wheel”: The former weapon of Penitent Priest Kaidish. In the absence of reinforcements, he used this weapon to defeat many mutated creatures trying to invade the church.?
“His name was Kaidish…”
Colin silently memorized the name.
However… Colin distinctly remembered that when he killed the priest, there didn’t seem to be any weapon on him…
“Wait, the first time we met, he launched an attack. At that time, I didn’t know what it was. Thinking back now, it must have been this thing…”
If he hadn’t reacted quickly and avoided being hit, he probably wouldn’t be here now.
“So, even if the enemy throws their weapon away, you can still obtain it after killing them?”
Colin rubbed his chin, gaining a bit more understanding of this “game.”
“Number One, you take this weapon. Stay alert and don’t get ambushed.”
Colin handed the blood-stained wheel to Servant Number One.He wasn’t worried about Servant Number One being unable to wield it, as the requirements to use it were Strength, Endurance, and Stamina at 1.
After the “Extremely Hungry” status disappeared and with the “Invigorated” effect, both servants’ stats reached 1.
However, the wheel was quite heavy, reducing mobility by about 0.5. So, in case of a quick escape, it would need to be put away.
Seeing this, Servant Number Two suddenly found the porridge less appetizing. He felt that Number One instantly became stronger upon receiving the wheel, as if he could be swatted to death with a slap.
Just a moment ago, Number One was envious of him, and now he is envious of Number One. But Number Two knew this was the best choice, considering his arm injury would make using it inconvenient. Inconvenience meant higher danger for their lord, something he couldn’t accept.
Everything for the lord’s will and safety!
“Don’t worry. There will be better things in the future, and they will be yours.”
Colin smiled, then continued to check his backpack, “There’s one last thing…”
?”Twisted Soul”: A mass of blue gas resembling a flame, where you can vaguely see a distorted figure wailing in pain.?
?Use it and listen to it, and you might receive an additional quest.?
?Item remaining time: 2 days, 23 hours, 44 minutes.?
?Note: The lower the Inspiration, the harder it is to get a quest. If Inspiration is below 1, the failure rate is 95%. If above 3, the success rate is 100%.?
“A quest-triggering item. What’s my Inspiration?”
Colin searched but couldn’t find a personal status panel.
Then, he fell into contemplation:
?You discover you don’t have a “personal status” option, but you need to know your Inspiration value to determine if you can safely accept the quest. In your contemplation, you vaguely feel your Inspiration value is above 2.?
“You can really figure it out? That’s so cheating!”
Colin sighed while taking the pale blue soul flame from his ?inventory? and holding it in his hand.
After reminding the two to stay vigilant, Colin clenched his right hand into a fist, and the blue flame burst forth.
Colin felt a wave of “chaos” hit him, plunging him into a trance.
“…The children… need food…”
“…Return to the church before nightfall… it’s coming…”
“It…”
“…Cough, cough cough…”
“…Mother of Suffering and Thorns… may you bless… cough cough…”
“Cough cough cough—”
The invisible murmurs circled around him, and Colin, in his trance, seemed to see a dream-like scene.
An old hunched figure was coughing, leaning on the large wheel, struggling to stand from the carcass of a large beast.
With a swipe, he tore off a piece of flesh from the beast and prepared to leave.
But the old man seemed to be at the end of his life, struggling even to walk.
He collapsed.
The whispers abruptly stopped.
The next moment, Colin felt a strong palpitation, like the sensation of falling in a dream, and he suddenly woke up.
Barely having time to reflect, Colin saw the ?Task List? on the leather scroll flashing.
“I got a mission.”
Colin eagerly opened it:
?Triggered Quest: Bring Peace to the Children?
?Quest Requirement: Go to the Suffering Church at the foot of Crow Mountain and kill all the “Mutant-Suffering Citizens-Wailers” inside the church.?
?Quest Time: Unlimited.?
?Quest Description: Father Kaidish’s dying wish was to protect the children in the church. Now, the children long for peace and rest (note: this quest can be completed by other survivors).?
?Quest Reward: Mist Points*10? Ordinary Tainted Blood 100ml? Stiff Black Bread*10? Attribute Title*1.?
“10 Mist Points, not bad. Ordinary Tainted Blood, 100ml lasts three hours, so-so. Black bread? Um…”
“Attribute Title? That’s valuable…”
Colin’s eyes lit up. Any gamer knows the importance of titles. It’s something you can’t miss.
However, Colin didn’t act rashly. He didn’t know how far Crow Mountain was or how tough the monsters in the church would be.
“Unless I’m mistaken, the monsters should be those children, right? Well, time to work…”
Colin looked around and soon received a hint:
?You believe the church at the foot of Crow Mountain is along this road, and it should take no more than ten minutes to reach, though you need to be cautious of dangers along the way.?
“Ten minutes is only if the road is smooth and danger-free. Conservatively, it might take twenty minutes. It’s worth a try. If we encounter more mutants, we can fight and replenish on the way.”
Colin touched his chin. It was confirmed that mutants drop tainted blood. If he could kill them steadily, each encounter would extend his time by 10-20 minutes, potentially making him a perpetual motion machine in the wild.
Of course, that was impossible. Human strength has limits, and doing so would be akin to suicide. Still, those big monsters yielded such a small amount of blood. Who knew if someone drained it midway…
Clearing his mind of random thoughts, Colin packed up his belongings and started moving.
Oil lamp current time: 1 hour, 23 minutes.
Colin set a time limit of about fifty minutes for this operation.
However, they hadn’t gone far before arriving at a sparse, dead forest.
Not long after entering, they encountered another “mutant,” initiating a battle.