After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 99 - 15: Why Believe in Witches
"Aside from immortality, the threat isn’t that serious,"
The werewolf leader looked around at their surroundings, they were currently on a decrepit street where besieging zombies turned into incomplete chunks of flesh, wriggling and struggling on the ground.
After the initial panic, he had discovered most of the zombies’ flaws, not only were they slow to act, but their intelligence was also not very high.
And for the ghosts that could deprive one of the ability to move, as long as one protected their body with Magic Power, one could avoid losing mobility.
Of course, this didn’t mean the underground city was without dangers; they had also encountered zombies and ghosts with higher intelligence and greater strength.
Now was not the time to let their guard down.
"Boss, we won’t find the meteorite by running around blindly," said a minotaur holding a scimitar, coming to the werewolf leader’s side.
He looked around and said,
"We have to think of a way to capture a local and ask for information."
"Hahaha, you’re right," laughed the werewolf leader heartily, looking towards a distant castle and slinging his greatsword over his shoulder, "Strength often correlates with status, so if we want to find someone with a clear mind, they’re likely only to be found in such a place."
"That’s the most troublesome spot," sighed the minotaur, but the smile at the corner of his mouth showed he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all.
As mercenaries, they were accustomed to gambling with their lives. Moreover, those competing for the Magic Queen’s meteorite were continuously heading their way.
If they hesitated now, the chances of securing the meteorite would become even slimmer, better to strike swiftly now.
"Dragons are also quite troublesome, but the treasure is the most abundant," the werewolf leader smiled and, leading his members, marched toward the direction of the castle.
At the same time.
The square.
"Such a dense curse aura," said Laila, holding a magic wand with a ball of flame burning at its tip.
Under the illumination of the light, the hacked zombies struggled painfully as if they were snails moving sluggishly across the ground, trailing long streaks of blood; their erratically moving eyeballs were filled with a bloodthirsty desire that sent shivers down one’s spine.
Disgusting... no, it was more the horror that was accurate.
What level of curse must these creatures have endured to have become the undying monsters they now were?
"Stay alert, prioritize protecting your own safety," she said, pursing her lips and addressing the Knights and students beside her.
"Even if we can’t obtain the Magic Queen’s meteorite, it’s fine."
This wasn’t merely talk, her top priority was not to snatch the Magic Queen’s meteorite but to investigate the origins of this underground city.
As for snatching the Magic Queen’s meteorite, Lord Hecate’s apprentice would make a personal attempt, and all they had to do was to pretend not to recognize Lord Hecate’s apprentice.
"Hahaha... such a tender speech, considering the Magic Queen was once your ruler," came a mocking laughter as a man with green flat-top hair and his hands in his pockets approached.
Laila sized up the green-haired man, noticing the iron rings in his ears, nose, lips, and the exaggerated gems on all five fingers.
Just making eye contact was enough to invoke a feeling of revulsion.
Then,
"Ugh~" The strong sense of discomfort made Laila fall to her knees, one hand covering her mouth while cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
The man with green hair showed a satisfied smile at her reaction.
"Ah... seems like you don’t hate me that much," he sighed with a slight regret and then waved his hand, leading a group of people away.
And at that moment,
"Are you alright?" A nurturing nun with a buxom figure came over, crouched down, and gently patted Laila on the back.
"That man is ’Hated’ Hawk, he possesses the ability to turn the aversion and hostility of enemies into harm,"
"’Hated’ Hawk?" Laila said, covering her mouth, feeling the warmth from the back, gradually easing the nauseating sensation.
She looked at the nun beside her, her gaze lingered for a moment on the nun’s buxom figure, then moved up to see the gentle smile on her face, and instantly drew a conclusion.
"Are you a devotee of the Goddess of Life, Miss Nun?"
"... Ah... yes," responded the nun, somewhat surprised, then calmly admitted her belief, smiling tenderly.
"Is it that obvious?"
"... Maybe," Laila responded uncertainly, glancing again at the nun’s buxom figure, knowing that in this world, anyone who walked a path similar to that of the deities would be more or less influenced.
Those who believe in the God of War would have particularly developed muscles and typically exhibit a forthright personality, unconcerned with trivialities.
If one believed in the God of Assassination, they would usually be slender, with a cautious demeanor showing through.
And those who believe in the Goddess of Life usually exhibit gentle natures, along with mature figures to excess.
Of course, these influences were not fixed, and not everyone who believed in the Goddess of Life could become a gentle big sister with an outstanding figure.
Some might not change at all, staying flat as a board.
However, using these similarities to quickly identify followers of different deities could be quite useful.
"Is that so," the nun nodded slightly, maintaining her healing posture while speaking with a casual tone.
"I seem to understand something about this city,"
"..." Laila looked at her curiously upon hearing this, and others in the square also turned their attention to the nun, awaiting her explanation.
"This city is called Doma, and in the past, it was a city that worshipped the Creation Witch," the nun patiently explained, pointing at the statue of the Creation Witch in the square.
