Awkward Tearing
Hint: Your servant Diana has killed a pirate.
You have gained 2 XP points.
"Hint: Your servant Diana has killed one Sea Wolf Knight."
"You have gained 50 Honor Points and 1 Ocean Authority Rank Fragment"
On the data panel.
Lines of information kept scrolling past.
"It seems that today's sea training exercise was very effective."
I came to my senses.
Roger had followed the freckled girl for two blocks.
The girl is exceptionally skilled.
Their awareness is also top-notch.
Every ten or so steps, she would suddenly turn around to see if anyone was following her.
If it weren't for the "Traceless Wanderer's " built-in stealth effect...
Given Roger's tracking skills, he would probably have been discovered long ago.
"This isn't the place to start a fight..."
I looked around at the flow of people coming and going.
Roger calmed down.
They continued to follow up.
Anyway, he could sense Cindy's condition from the slave contract.
With this mysterious "Equipment Manager" around, the items in the Tinder Pouch won't get lost.
Perhaps this will also give us the opportunity to force out some of Cindy's secrets.
At present.
The two walked one after the other through the bustling downtown area.
The girl became even bolder in her thefts.
She stole from five or six people in one go.
Those who were robbed were either rich or powerful.
Moreover, they are all Adventurers of a relatively high level.
This is evident.
Her thieving skills had reached a level of perfection.
Immediately afterwards.
She went to the market.
When passing by the stalls.
Her hands were particularly shady; she stole large amounts of food and goods along the way, using both stealth and smuggling.
In this process.
Roger identified her storage items.
It was a thin black rope, which she had tied to her wrist inside her sleeve.
Her technique was too fast.
Most things are fleeting.
By the time the stall owner noticed, the girl had already walked far away.
After leaving the market.
She quickened her pace and arrived at the western depression of Sea Beast Bay.
Compared to bustling Commercial District.
This place is like a Slums.
Chaotic, filthy, and foul-smelling.
All sorts of people live in those low, makeshift shacks.
Homeless orphans.
Elderly people who have lost their ability to work.
A businessman who went bankrupt due to a shipwreck.
Fishermen who lost their boat.
There are also patients infected with serious illnesses.
Roger had just gotten close.
I felt a deathly atmosphere wash over me.
Those people's eyes were filled with numbness.
There is no hope.
But then the freckled girl appeared.
Those who saw her gradually regained their composure.
Some people couldn't help but want to move closer.
But he quickly restrained himself from making any moves.
They pretended not to know her and turned back into their shack.
The girl walked briskly between the sheds.
She quickly distributed the stolen food, medicine, and goods to the people living in the shacks.
Faced with people's quiet gratitude.
She simply smiled, a smile radiating happiness.
That smile seemed to have a strange, infectious quality.
Those who received her help couldn't help but smile as well.
Gradually.
The atmosphere in the Slums began to lighten.
Children ran through the streets and alleys, biting into orange candies.
The elderly men, still full of energy, talked about the turbulent times they had experienced at sea.
The fisherman and the merchant discussed how to make a comeback.
Even those who have been bedridden for a long time.
They can all get up and walk around a bit, basking in the long-lost sunshine.
final.
The girl walked into an abandoned old church with a smile on her face.
The church is dedicated to the Celestial God Quinan.
But like other mission sites in Cienan.
This place has long been in ruins.
After pushing open the creaking wooden door...
A group of slightly older teenagers gathered around.
"Sister Betty!"
What's good to eat today?
"You promised to teach us your skills!"
"You promised us..."
They surrounded the freckled girl and started jeering and cheering.
Several of the boys' actions were somewhat out of line.
But the girl didn't mind.
She smiled as she took out a large amount of food from the storage device and distributed it to the boys.
The boys were clearly hungry too.
They received the food.
They began to wolf down their food.
Even so.
Their eyes kept lingering on the girl.
That look in his eyes was very complex:
hope.
worship.
Admiration.
It was also mixed with a little bit of greed.
Inside the old church.
The sound of chewing was incessant.
The girl seemed a little tired.
She sat cross-legged on the prayer bench, her short skirt trailing lazily above her knees, attracting the furtive gazes of those trying to conceal themselves.
Eat slowly.
"I will never break my promise to you."
It seemed to sense the boys' gazes.
Betty spoke gently.
The boys felt reassured and slowed down their eating.
However, at this very moment...
The creaking wooden door was pushed open by a hand.
Immediately afterwards.
A ghostly figure suddenly appeared.
He ignored the girl sitting cross-legged.
They rushed towards the boys who were eating!
"Hint: You used ' Small Capturing Hands Technique '"
Roger was very fast.
He grabbed the nearest boy and lifted him upside down.
Then a Mountain Splitting Fist landed on the boy's stomach!
"Wow!"
He vomited up the black bread he had just swallowed, mixed with stomach acid.
The next second.
Roger released his grip and rushed toward the next person.
Thud thud thud thud thud! A series of punches rang out.
In the blink of an eye.
The old church was filled with wailing.
More than a dozen teenagers fell to the ground.
Black bread, noodles, oranges, dried meat...
The ground was covered with all sorts of vomit.
He ignored the boys' resentful gazes.
The next second.
Roger turned to the girl and calmly asked:
"My bag."
On the bench.
Betty watched him silently.
I don't know when it started.
Her left hand was fiddling with the palm-sized "Tinder Pouch," her large eyes filled with confusion:
"I stole the bag using my own skills, why should I return it to you?"
"Besides..."
"You don't actually think that stopping them from eating today's food will save their lives, do you?"
"Before you arrived, the entire Slums had been eating my food for a whole week."
Speaking of which...
She suddenly chuckled softly:
"I'm so kind."
"If it weren't for the food I provided, some people might not have survived to this day."
"If you ask me..."
Her voice suddenly stopped.
Because at this very moment.
Suddenly, two large hands silently grabbed her legs!
Her ankles, calves, and part of her thighs were firmly gripped by large hands.
Immediately afterwards.
Roger pulled outwards with both hands at the same time! The two Floating Cloud Palm made a similar movement.
With a ripping sound.
The girl's dress was torn.
The next second.
She was torn in two! Because the strength of her right hand was always greater than that of her left hand.
Therefore, the torn shape is not very complete.
The laceration on the corpse slanted upwards and to the left from the right side of the thigh root.
Ultimately, her head was also torn to the right side.
Fresh blood dripped onto the floor.
The boys watched this scene in utter terror.
But suddenly.
They discovered that the vomit on the floor had changed: the bread had turned into sharp stones.
The noodles turned into clumps of mercury.
The jerky turned into poisonous needles! Intense pain surged through their heads.
In an instant.
It felt as if ten thousand insects were tearing at their intestines and lungs! "Sister Betty..."
A teenager cried out in pain.
"What a rude guy."
"No way."
"We'll just have to harvest it ahead of schedule..."
"Pure pain is utterly tasteless; only the intense pain that comes from the disillusionment of hope is truly sweet..."
Betty's voice came from all directions.
"The sea serpent's lackey..."
"I will make you taste the ultimate pain."
"But before that."
"I will let you experience all the pleasures of the world."
As they were talking.
Her body, torn in two, was miraculously reassembled by a powerful force.
Under the faint glow of divine magic.
Betty adjusted her face with both hands and looked at Roger: "What do you think?"
He responded to her.
It's yet another sudden tearing apart!
Floating Cloud Palm! This time...
Roger deliberately applied more force with his left hand.
But it seems the tear went off to the wrong side again, this time the head landed on the left side.
On the data panel.
"Hint: You have torn apart the ' Painful Maiden's ' clone."
"Two consecutive failed attempts at a perfect tear have resulted in a new milestone - Awkward Tearing."
"The Awkward Tearing: no matter what you're tearing, the force must be balanced."
"Corresponding title: Asymmetrical Behavior Pioneer (Art Knowledge +40; Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Patient Favorability -10)"
"Extraordinary Perception: You notice that the Painful Maiden is becoming very displeased."
"It's right to be unhappy."
Taking advantage of the success of the Floating Cloud Palm technique once again.
Roger lunged forward, pulled out his Phantom Axe, and delivered a powerful slash to the girl's head!
Crack! The girl's head was chopped into pieces.
However, with the support of powerful "Advanced Restoration Spell".
Her shattered body still showed signs of continuing to regenerate.
You can't kill me!
The blurry head shouted sharply.
The next moment.
Roger silently picked up his axe, glanced at the Tinder Pouch lying to the side, and unusually replied:
"From the moment they stole my bag."
"You are already dead."
"It just hasn't been buried yet."
"Now I'll bury it for you."
The next second.
The axe, like a phantom, came down one after another.
In an instant.
He then chopped the shattered head into a pulp! Inside the old church.
Blood splattered.
The boys, who had just recovered from the excruciating pain, witnessed this scene.
I couldn't help but start gagging again.
Sea Beast Bay.
Central area.
Inside a magnificent and towering ancient castle.
A knight wearing a blue-feathered helmet hurried through the numerous sentry posts.
I arrived at a spacious and bright office.
"A warning has been issued from the Sea Serpent Church!"
"An avatar of a notorious evil Ascended has taken control of the Slums in the west!"
The knight hurriedly reported:
"I have already sent the Battle Skirt Warrior from my family over there first."
In the office.
An elderly man with gray hair and a wrinkled face slowly stood up:
"The only Ascended Being who would warrant a special warning from the Sea Serpent Church is probably that one person, right?"
"The Queen's nemesis... the Painful Maiden."
The knight nodded:
"That should be true."
"Notify Graveus, Kerry, and Monica to take ' Quinan's Spear ' and tell them to be extremely careful."
The old man solemnly gave the instructions.
"Yes."
The knight left the room in a flurry of activity.
The old man stood silently outside the French windows, gazing at the towering statue of the God of War on the Khunan Temple.
"The Celestial God of Kuinan..."
He whispered half a sentence.
The subsequent statements became ambiguous.
Half an hour later.
Outside the old church.
Well-equipped soldiers in battle skirts surged in like a tide.
They surrounded the area completely.
After lining up.
The area around the old church fell silent instantly.
Indistinctly.
They heard a voice coming from inside the church. "Ouch! Stop!"
That was the girl's angry curses.
"Puff puff puff!"
It was a rhythmic sound of unknown origin.
The next second.
The soldiers' expressions suddenly became quite interesting.
"Open the door."
The leader of the team said in a deep voice.