Free Web NovelChapter 12: Chapter12-Blightwarren
Inside the castle, at the resurrection pool.
A flash of white light burst forth, and a naked blond-haired man appeared on the spot.
"Damn it! He actually dared to kill me!" frёewebnoѵēl.com
Nix’s expression was twisted with rage.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that someone would dare attack him in the Starter Village.
He had already worked so hard to get where he was. He had only been one level away from reaching Level 10 and heading to the main city for his class advancement.
Yet now that he had died, his level had dropped by one again. He would have to start grinding all over from scratch.
"Just you wait! Once I grind my level back up, I’ll definitely make you pay!"
As he spoke, he suddenly felt a slight chill across his body.
Nix abruptly lowered his head. In an instant, his entire body went rigid.
"Where’s my mage set?"
At this moment, there was nothing on his body whatsoever.
His mage equipment set had actually dropped upon death!
"Impossible! At the current stage of the game, there shouldn’t be any item-drop penalty for dying!"
Nix could hardly believe it. He rummaged through his inventory again and again, but found absolutely nothing.
After a long moment, he threw his head back and roared furiously.
"You bastard! I swear I’ll kill you!"
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Meanwhile, John had already arrived at the location of the final World Boss. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Compared to the areas where the previous two World Bosses had been located, this place was far more unusual.
The area had a special name:
Blightwarren.
John gazed toward the abandoned village in the distance, as well as the rancid stench drifting through the air.
The warning the Lord had given him before he left surfaced in his mind.
"The boss in Blightwarren will not be easy to deal with.
"That region is the one place every generation of Lords has been most unwilling to face. It is filled with a large number of patients suffering from all kinds of bizarre diseases.
"If you intend to go there, you had best take the proper precautions. Once you become infected, you will undoubtedly die."
Step by step, John approached Blightwarren and entered the abandoned village.
Thick liquids of every shade of crimson and sickly green flowed across the ground.
Every step he took produced a wet, squelching sound.
The walls of the buildings were covered in vast patches of black, branch-like growths that resembled flesh and blood.
The instant John stepped inside, a damage number suddenly appeared above his head.
[-100!]
[You have entered a Poisoned state. You will lose 100 HP every second!]
"No wonder there aren’t any players here. With poison damage of 100 HP per second, nobody in the Starter Village could survive this place.
"Even if a Level 30 player came here, they probably wouldn’t be able to withstand this kind of continuous damage."
John possessed 100,100 HP, so naturally, he had no need to worry about being poisoned to death.
He strode deeper into the village. As he passed by a tall building, he suddenly heard a pained whimper coming from above his head.
John immediately raised his head.
To his surprise, he saw a human face embedded in the wall, its expression distorted with agony.
The whimpering sound just now had come from that very face.
Beneath it, countless densely packed black branches extended across the wall, all of them connected to the face.
At the sight of this, an expression of disgust appeared on John’s face.
Only now did he finally understand.
Those black branches were actually human blood vessels.
As for the face, its owner had probably been infected by some unknown pathogen while still alive, causing their entire body to be stretched out and spread flat across the wall.
The scene was far too grotesque and nauseating. John did not look at it for long before continuing onward.
The deeper he went, the more deformed human bodies appeared within his field of vision.
Some people were covered from head to toe in densely packed holes. Blood and pus continuously seeped from those holes, yet they were somehow still alive.
Others had the flesh of several different people fused together into a single mass, making it impossible to tell where one person ended and another began. A single glance was enough to make anyone feel sick.
There were also two-faced people with one face on the front of their heads and another on the back, ghost-faced creatures whose half-faces were densely covered in teeth, and multi-eyed beings with numerous eyeballs growing across their stomachs...
The entire village was practically a gathering place for such monsters.
As John drew near, all of those creatures turned their gazes toward him.
However, they did not display any hostility. They merely continued letting out miserable cries.
It was as though they were begging John for help.
John furrowed his brows tightly and continued making his way toward the depths of the village.
Only when he reached a workshop that was still emitting smoke did he finally stop.
It was an alchemy workshop.
Unlike the abandoned buildings surrounding it, this workshop was actually still operating.
Creak!
Suddenly, the workshop door was pushed open.
A kindly-looking old man wearing a monocle appeared before John.
He beckoned gently.
"Young man, come inside and have a seat."
In a village filled entirely with monsters, the sudden appearance of a normal human caused John to frown slightly.
Nevertheless, after a brief pause, he still followed the old man inside.
The interior of the building was comparatively clean and tidy. All kinds of instruments and manuscripts were spread across a long table at the side.
The old man was currently clearing scraps and crumbs off the dining table.
He chuckled amiably.
"Young man, it has been a very long time since an outsider last visited this place.
"You don’t look like a local either. What brings you here?
"Do you drink coffee? Would you like me to brew you a cup? I made this coffee myself."
John said nothing and paid him no attention.
He walked over to the long table and began flipping through the scattered manuscripts lying on top of it.
The contents of the manuscripts were mostly about things like life extraction, membrane theory, boundary walls, and rituals for summoning gods.
Every theory recorded within them was incredibly bold and deranged, to the point of appearing utterly absurd.
"So he’s a mad scientist."
John shook his head slightly as the thought crossed his mind.
Just then, he suddenly realized that the old man had fallen silent.
Subconsciously, John turned his head to look behind him.
However, what he saw was an aged, wrinkled face pressed almost directly against his back, staring fixedly at him.
"Young man, have you managed to figure anything out?"
Bang!
John’s pupils flashed as he abruptly reached out and shoved the old man away.
The elderly figure staggered backward several steps in succession.
John took a deep breath before sitting upright in a chair.
"What exactly are you doing here all by yourself?"
Despite being shoved away, the old man did not become angry. He simply smiled and sat down in the chair opposite John.
The old man pointed toward the steaming cup of coffee on the table.
"Young man, you must be quite tired after coming all this way. Why don’t you drink some coffee first and refresh yourself?"
John suddenly rose to his feet and leaned forward.
"Old bastard, have you been a monster for so long that you’ve forgotten how normal people think? Or has an abscess started growing inside your brain?
"The entire village outside is filled with piles of rotting flesh screaming in agony, and you’re sitting here inviting me to drink coffee?"
Upon hearing his words, the smile on the old man’s face slowly disappeared, gradually replaced by a grave expression.
Snap!
The old man suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The next instant, the floor split open. Several fleshy tendrils abruptly shot out, binding John in the blink of an eye.
Caught off guard, John was pulled straight back into his chair.
Only then did the old man slowly rise to his feet.
The eye beneath his monocle gradually began turning black, while his voice grew hoarse and raspy.
"Brat, were you also tricked into coming here by that damned Lord?
"Back when he sent me here, he ordered me to research a way to return the castle to the empire.
"But he never understood just how dangerous this research truly was! Forcing it forward would only drag everyone into hell!"
As he spoke, the old man’s expression gradually became feverishly devout.
"Fortunately, I received the guidance of the great Flame God. He—"
"Wait."
John suddenly interrupted him.
A strange expression appeared on his face.
"Are you telling me that the pot of borscht outside—the one covered in human faces that can still cry—was cooked up under the guidance of that bastard Horus?"
