Lawful Good Mo

What consequences would a necromancer face if he drank Holy Water?

Bang!

"Aaaaaah!!!" Medi suddenly howled, but thanks to the barrier he had activated earlier, his voice clearly couldn't escape the confines of the small house. Pale flames ignited within him, scorching his flesh and soul. In other words, his health was plummeting.

At this point, Mo Tan's plan was 90% complete.

After leaving that street earlier, he didn't come here immediately. Instead, he found a small shop and used the money from the vegetable vendor's wallet to buy a flask. He then filled it with clean water and began to pray devoutly, successfully creating a simple version of [Holy Water].

Afterward, he used various excuses to gather as much information about Medi as possible from the townspeople before setting off.

An hour later, the former priest, now necromancer, Medi Le, was burning in his own cottage, on the verge of death.

But...

"You despicable... vile... bastard! Maggot! Scum!" Medi croaked, staggering toward Mo Tan. "You'll pay the price! Do you think you can kill me by tricking me into drinking this Holy Water? You must know that I am..."

"A former priest, right? I heard from others that you used to preach to children every Sunday." Mo Tan's voice was like a devil whispering in Medi's ear. He chuckled, "Your knowledge of Holy Light is far superior to your research into necromancy. That's why you haven't been caught and 'purified' all these years, and it's also the reason you were confident that you wouldn't be destroyed by Holy Water, but..."

Pfft!

Medi fell to his knees, spitting out strands of black blood.

"Who told you this was just plain Holy Water?"

[Fake Holy Water]
Consumable (Single-Use)
Effect: Unknown
[Note: Created by the insincere prayers of an Unbeliever.]

Medi, attempting to use the power of faith to dissolve the effects of the Holy Water, suffered a second, even more devastating blow, one that targeted his very soul.

If consuming Holy Water would cause significant damage to someone with a necromantic affinity, then this bottle of Fake Holy Water, while possessing the former's effects, would also cause a backlash against any divinely granted power.

Of course, it wouldn't work on high-level beings (at least level 35 in Holy Light studies) or fanatics, but Medi was clearly not in that category. So, after a moment, he was already on his last breath...

"Mana..." The old man, kneeling on the ground, reached out his arms as if trying to grasp something, muttering weakly. The pain on his face had transformed into a look of relief in his final moments. He smiled.

"She's been waiting for you." Mo Tan crouched down in front of Medi, his voice unusually gentle. "You can rest now, Mr. Medi."

"I've been waiting for this moment for too long..."

The instant he stopped breathing, Medi Le turned into a pile of black ashes.

The next second, the system's voice echoed in Mo Tan's mind:

[You have unlocked the class: Trickster, Level 2, Experience 77/150]
[You have gained new skills and attribute points]
[You have gained the talent: Unbeliever]
[The tutorial quest is complete. You can choose your reward class: Rogue/Warrior/Mage, and gain 60 experience points]
[Tutorial quest completion rate: 300%. Reward: one piece of equipment. Optional reward: 150 experience points]
[Item Compendium, Character Compendium, and Story Compendium unlocked]
[Holy Water, Fake Holy Water, Medi Le, and 'Medi's Love' have been added to the Compendium]
[You have received a Unique Quest. Unique Quest unlocked]

"Well, that was enlightening..." Mo Tan said absentmindedly, then picked up a ring from the pile of ashes. As expected, it was a piece of equipment of considerable quality.

[Medi's Wedding Ring]
Type: Ring - Set
Quality: Excellent - Unique
Attributes: Intelligence +5, Constitution +5, Strength -1, Necromantic Knowledge +1
Trait: Additional Skill: Medi's Persistence
Equipment Requirement: None
Set Effect: [Medi's Wedding Ring] / [Mana's Wedding Ring] - Increases Constitution by 10%
[Note: The wedding ring exchanged by Medi Le and Mana Aine when they got married. It once contained a wisp of Mana Aine's soul and has never been taken off.]

Judging from the description, this Excellent-quality ring was definitely a rare find in the early game, the kind you could brag about on social media. It was also part of a set, and with Mo Tan's intelligence, it wasn't hard to guess where the other piece was. Without a doubt, the corresponding [Mana's Wedding Ring] was under the unmarked gravestone in the backyard of the cottage.

But...

Mo Tan didn't put it on his finger. Instead, he found a jar in the house, carefully collected Medi's ashes, and took them and the ring to the backyard. After digging out the other ring, he reburied the pair of rings and the jar in the ground.

This action was clearly incomprehensible to most people, just as perplexing as Mo Tan's ability to kill the lovelorn necromancer without any qualms.

But he didn't care. Or rather, this persona named Tan Mo didn't care. He just wanted to do it, so he did it. As for losing two good pieces of equipment, the fact that the dead NPC didn't 'rest in peace,' and other such matters, he didn't care at all.

From this, we can see that nothing describes him better than the words [Chaotic Neutral].

Afterward, Mo Tan returned to Medi's cottage, sat down in the chair, and began to examine his new class.

[Class: Trickster]

Experience: 77/150

Category: Roguery School

Attribute Bonus: Intelligence +5, Dexterity +2

Weapon Requirement: None

Exclusive Skills: [Confusion], [Bewitchment]

Description: The most perfect lie is one that, at the moment it is uttered, can even deceive the speaker.

[Note: If you ever find yourself unable to believe even yourself, please immediately undergo a thorough psychological evaluation.]

"Heh, undoubtedly a support class," Mo Tan chuckled, then muttered to himself, "If I were an actor, I might have a promising future..."

He then intended to check out his new talents and skills, and also to look up what those illustrations were all about, but unexpectedly...

A sudden wave of self-reproach washed over him, and then...

[You have been forcibly disconnected. Would you like to reconnect?]

"Yes."

[Reconnection commencing...]

[Connection established. Loading character information.]

[Innocent World welcomes you. The character creation process is about to begin...]

The same prompt, the same stone platform, the same nine doors, but a different... Mo Tan.

He didn't immediately choose 'that' door suitable for him, but instead squatted down in place, clutching his head in distress, and began to sigh.

"What's with this?!" Mo Tan lamented, his shoulders slumped, "Do I really have to spend a large portion of my life in dejection and regret? What was I even doing just now?!"

It turned out that he was troubled by what he had done to Medi while acting as Tan Mo...

In the current Mo Tan's eyes, before the system's so-called 'Bone-Rot Plague' occurred, Medi shouldn't have harmed any innocent people, and his story was quite sympathetic. Although he resolutely embraced the so-called 'evil magic' to revive his wife, he was definitely not a bad person.

But such a person was easily killed by him, although the final actions made the current Mo Tan feel somewhat gratified, he still felt uncomfortable.

Because he felt that if it were him, there would definitely be a better way to solve the problem...

The task required preventing the plague from breaking out, but not killing Medi.

And there were many ways to achieve this goal. The simplest was to find a reason to trick Medi away from his home, and then sneak in to destroy his spell model.

The next was to find evidence that Medi was a necromancer, and then find the 'Dire Wolf' mercenary group passing through the town's tavern to drive him away. Mo Tan had already learned about this information while wandering around the town earlier.

But the current Mo Tan was inclined to frankly tell Medi that resurrection would definitely fail, and then try to find other solutions together with him. After all, he didn't know much about Innocent World, and perhaps there really was a way to revive Medi's wife...

Unfortunately, Chaotic Neutral Tan Mo chose the simplest and most brutal method, which also allowed Medi to reunite with his wife in a different form.

Mo Tan sighed again, then glanced at the pure gold door that had already opened, and stepped inside.

Having the same memories, but always dissatisfied with 'his' way of handling things, this morally upright Mo Tan had a rather large opinion of the [Chaotic Neutral] 'himself'...

The [Lawful Good] door slowly closed, concealing his back.

The character creation process will not be repeated. Let's directly look at this time's character information...

[Calculation complete. Your initial character data is:]

Race: Half-Dragon (Thunder Dragon Bloodline)

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Good

Talents: Devotion (Increases health by 5% when fighting alongside friendly targets, increases the chance of being critically hit by 5% when attacked), Iron Will (Grants additional defense when health falls below 30%, specific value depends on lost stamina)

Basic Attributes: Strength 7, Dexterity 5, Intelligence 9, Constitution 7

Visible Attributes: Eloquence 5, Charisma 5, Knowledge 8, Leadership 8

Combat Attributes: None

"Ah, I'm not really that good..." Mo Tan scratched his hair, his expression a bit punchable.

[Please name your character?]

"Mo, no need to confirm," Mo Tan replied, feeling that a one-character nickname wasn't bad at the moment.

[Would you like to adjust your appearance?]

The appearance of Half-Dragons was also similar to that of humans, except for some fine purple scales on the neck and wrists, and their physique was slightly more robust, and... they had tails...

Mo Tan frowned slightly, "Can we discuss removing the tail?"

[Features of certain races cannot be eliminated, only modified within a certain range.]

The system replied mechanically, and the Half-Dragon's tail, about half a meter long behind Mo Tan, shortened by four-fifths.

"Uh, it looks like his butt is swollen, let's adjust it back..." Mo Tan pondered for a long time, and decided not to make any changes after all. After all, Innocent World was a bit overbearing, and from alignment to race, there was nothing he could decide...

[Character creation complete. Mo, the Lawful Good, welcome to Innocent World.]

The third time...

Mo Tan opened his eyes and found himself on a... what appeared to be a land dragon. And he wasn't the only one there.

He quickly scanned the surroundings. The five-meter-long pseudo-dragon was carrying seven or eight people, followed by several carriages and people riding mostly horses and various exotic beasts, all of whom seemed to possess some combat ability.

[Guide Quest Triggered - Protect the Sylph Caravan]

"Hey, kid." A large hand suddenly patted Mo Tan heavily on the shoulder. He turned around and saw a red-faced, bearded dwarf grinning at him.

Mo Tan nodded, a little dazed, "Hello, may I ask..."

"Mag, Mag. Ironfist~" The dwarf made a funny face. "It was too rushed when we set off earlier, and I didn't have time to introduce myself. I'm the captain of the Savage Earth Dragon Mercenary Group, the guard captain for those... uh... green twig people this time."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, not daring to interrupt, because the other party hadn't told him his 'current' identity yet...

"You guys are lucky~" Mag winked at Mo Tan and the direction behind him, "Since you're both going to Kusi City, you can hitch a ride with us~"

You guys?!

A guess immediately surfaced in Mo Tan's mind. He immediately turned around and saw a handsome, resolute young man winking at him, wearing similar linen clothes to his own, empty-handed, just without scales and a tail.

From any angle, he looked like a player just like him.

"Thank you, Mr. Ironfist." Mo Tan returned an understanding look to the young man, then turned back to Mag. Ironfist and extended his hand, "My name is Mo."

"Zephyr Saine!" The human youth also raised his hand and said cheerfully.

The dwarf warrior in chainmail gave Mo Tan a fierce hug, incidentally reducing his health points a bit, and then slapped palms with Zephyr Saine, "Just call me Mag, by the way, you kid..."

He glanced at Zephyr Saine, "What are you looking around for?"

"Uh..." The young man was a little speechless, but Mo Tan had already guessed that the other party must have received the same guide quest as him. His previous actions must have been to be wary of the unknown enemy.

At this moment, a small mustached man riding a highland pony came to the side of the land dragon and scolded with a smile, "Mag! You bastard, relying on being the captain to drink on the job, huh?!"

"If you can beat me, I'll share a drink with you~" Mag rolled his eyes, hefting the axe in his hand that was almost as tall as him and baring his teeth at the small mustached man.

"Get lost, I'm afraid of getting my little buddy chopped off by your low sweep!" The other party spat on the ground and shrugged, "But there really shouldn't be any danger on this road~"

As everyone knows, in this moment, in this situation... these words are definitely a death flag, like a major character in a ghost movie exclaiming 'Turns out there aren't any ghosts at all~' at the end.

And then, they get killed...

"Careful!" Mo Tan suddenly kicked the small mustached man away. His innate 7 points of Strength, plus the Half-Dragon bloodline, unexpectedly sent a mercenary who had experienced hundreds... tens... uh... several battles flying.

"You son of a..." Mag's eyes widened, and he was about to reach out and grab Mo Tan's collar when he saw a feathered arrow whistling through the air, grazing the pony's back and embedding itself firmly in the ground!

Seeing this, Mag immediately shouted angrily, "Alert!" He flipped off the land dragon and landed steadily on the ground, not forgetting to give Mo Tan a thumbs up.

"Ugh, I owe you one, buddy." The small mustached man rolled and got up from the ground, also nodding to Mo Tan, "Thanks."

Mo Tan smiled back at him. It wasn't that he felt particularly perceptive, but because he had subconsciously observed the environment when the small mustached man raised the flag, and found that this place was an excellent ambush point, so he raised his head uneasily, and as a result, he saw a strange reflection in the air that, now that he thought about it, should have been the tip of an arrow pointing directly at the small mustached man...

As for why this modern person would be so experienced... that blame goes to the guy named 'Tan Mo' in the game~ After all, memories and experiences are shared.

"Sand Goblins!" The elven ranger kneeling on the back of the land dragon shouted, "Numbers, many! Very many!"

"How many is many, damn it!" Mag turned his head back and shouted impatiently, "Second Captain, get my Idari Firearm over here!"

A lizardman riding a giant lizard roared past him, shouting without turning his head, "Get it yourself, old drunk! I'm going to take a look!"

"You two, can you wield a sword?" The elven ranger with a scar on his face turned his head and asked.

Mo Tan and Zephyr Saine nodded at the same time. Whether it was to complete the task or for personal reasons, neither of them would stand idly by at this time.

"The weapons are under the boards, try to stand back a bit later, take care of yourselves!" The elf said quickly, while simultaneously drawing three black-feathered arrows, hooking them on the bowstring and shooting them out at the same time.

The enemy's first wave of attacks had arrived!

This section of the road was a gentle slope, and the caravan's current position had very poor visibility. The right side of the road was a low cliff, which was also the starting point of that first arrow, and the left side, according to Mo Tan's observation, was a rare flat swamp...

At the moment when Mo Tan and Zephyr Saine had just picked up their weapons, a large number of black figures had vaguely appeared in his field of vision, and at the same time, several clumps of black mud and turbid black water attacked from the left!

"Mud Fishmen!"

A thin barrier unfolded around the caravan, and a woman holding a red-gold staff and wearing a bright red robe, who had jogged over from the back, exclaimed, "How can there be Mud Fishmen here!"

Chapter 4: The End