Chapter 6: Chapter 6 – The Town Speech

The steady, rhythmic footsteps alerted everyone in the square.

Even the chaotic players paused their steps as they were forcefully mixed in with the confused Avalan Citizens.

"Stand at ready!"

THUMP!

The unison sound of metal boots colliding with the bricked ground carried everyone's focus. Around the square, town guards in matching armour kept anyone from entering or exiting the town square, church, and the nearby town hall.

Murmurs set across the confused people as some players stealthily began to record the scene using the system's record feature.

"Hey, you know what event this is?"

"How would I know? I just logged in and got thrown out of the church."

The players seemed relatively calm. It was the Avalan Citizens that were panicked. They had only seen so many guards together when the island was first cleared and populated many suns ago.

"Honey, stay close. Don't leave my side."

"Okay, dad."

Click, clack. Click, clack.

The sound of heeled boots, followed by the thump of an opening door, gathered the attention of everyone—all for the wrong reason.

"Woah, what a babe."

Slap!

"Jared!"

"What!? It's just a game. Not like I was going to marry her."

Another player nearby chuckled as they softly spoke under their breath.

"I don't think even maxed out Charisma would help him."

Meanwhile, a feeble man was attempting to get up at another spot nearby.

Groan.

Percival shifted his body up with great effort as he peered at the raven-black hair that danced behind the woman. Something deep within his heart beat twice as he looked at the beautiful goddess walking to a hastily set podium.

"She's perfect."

A short distance away, Novus was still staring at the sky with his eyes closed.

What about if I drained the mana from my system? Then, maybe it would make the system think I was already dead. Would it still try and revive me if it can't find any mana source? Maybe then—

"LISTEN UP!"

The shout shook Novus from his odd fascination with death, and he bolted upright like a frazzled cat.

The magically amplified voice continued to carry across the entire area, silencing any small talk.

"Attention, apostles. I, Masika, am the CHIEF advisor of Avalan. GOT THAT!? GREAT. Here are the ground rules…."

Novus' body eased as he realized his life was in no danger. An odd feeling, he realized, considering he would likely revive regardless. But, old habits die hard.

"Firstly, Avalan won't be your murder playground. So no fighting, killing, stealing, harassing…."

As Novus relaxed from his fight or flight response, he only now got an honest look at the woman on the podium. Her features were beautiful, not the best he'd ever seen, but up there. But that wasn't what made his brows scrunch together.

There was something about her. Something familiar.

"… you won't get away with any of it! If I get even a WHIFF of it, straight to the dungeon for all of you involved! Not even the divine will be able to…."

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Novus' eyes widened.

It'd be impossible. Well, as impossible as a dimensional prison could get, Which was possibly quite possible.

"…Secondly, you will be considered the island's primary lab— expeditionary force in your journey to defeat the world's evils!"

Masika cleared her throat at the almost slip-up and continued.

Meanwhile, Novus barely contained an overwhelming feeling.

Solace!

Novus' internal scream was met with Solace's voice resounding in reply.

《 Solace greets Novus. 》

Solace! Did others come from my world like me?

《 Negative. No other being has completed the dimensional travel to this lifetime through the system. 》

Novus' body tensed with the response.

When he looked back up, he locked eyes with Masika for a split second as she talked.

"Your duties as the primary expeditionary force include exploration, clearing areas for grow—th, and many other tasks which will become clear. NO SLACKING!"

The brief pause in her voice cemented something for Novus.

She knows me. That must be it.

But that only raised more questions in Novus' mind. A seemingly endless number of questions pained Novus as Masika neared the end of her speech.

Ahem.

A nearby town guard brought over a cup of water to quench Masika's thirst, like they already knew it would happen beforehand.

"Lovely."

Masika looked out onto the crowd, almost wondering why they were still standing there.

"THAT'S ALL. GO AWAY!"

Masika left the podium and slammed the town hall doors shut with her final words.

"DISPERSE!"

The guard captain slammed his metal boot into the ground, causing the other town guards to do the same in unison. Then, many of them marched away with their captain to do divine-knows-what. However, some remained in the town square, much to the chaotic player's disapproval.

"Thankfully, they were busy when we finished off that jerk."

Percival remarked with relief as he stared at the higher-levelled guards. Then, not hearing any response, Percival turned to see Novus' entranced expression. Following his eyes, Percival traced the line of sight towards the town hall doors.

Percival snickered to himself as he misread Novus' intentions. But then, he felt something strange.

This was the crimson-haired man that had beaten him to oblivion and back. Yet, he never went too far with his beatings. He seemed more genuine than most people he had met and had good taste in beauty. It was refreshing. At the same time, Percival got a chill when he noticed Novus stand up.

Yup, this was the crimson-haired man that had beaten fear into his bones.

Percival quickly shifted his fingers across some screens.

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