Heavy Punch Strikes!!!

It is not one hundred percent loyal.

Does the Special Talent Summoning Card not count as a system summon?

Colin's thoughts churned. Taking advantage of the gap while Shana was eating, he took out that quest item.

"Twisted Soul": A mass of flame-like blue gas; if one looked closely, they could see twisted human faces within it.

Item remaining time: 2 days, 23 hours, 54 minutes.

Note: If Inspiration is below two, effective listening cannot be achieved; if Inspiration is above five, the quest is obtained one hundred percent.

[Hint: You believe your Inspiration is above five.]

Bang—

Colin crushed the ball of flame on the spot. A phantom fire rushed toward his face, plunging him into a trance.

"Frost Stone. Didn't we already hand it over? Twenty tons."

"Why."

"It's been changed! It's one hundred tons a year! The Pope's orders cannot be profaned."

"This, this is impossible to complete."

"Shut up! You lowly beasts! In the end, it's just that you aren't working hard enough."

"...Dad, save, save."

"The well, go to the well quickly."

"Throw it down—bang—"

Chaotic words lingered in his ears. Colin felt his brain throbbing with pain. In his trance, he saw a scene of extreme disorder.

A group of church knights in pointed silver armor slaughtered the people in the village.

The man in the well took a few children and escaped into the depths of the well.

Then, the church members threw a stone down, and then there was no then.

When Colin recovered from this state, he immediately opened the scroll, and a new quest appeared on it.

[Triggered Quest: Revenge.]

[Quest Requirement: Kill the 'Aberration-Suffering Citizen-Suffering Knight' wandering on the beach of Silver Moon Bay.]

[Quest Time: Unlimited (This quest can be snatched by others.)]

[Quest Description: Because the empire's state religion, the Suffering Church, suddenly increased the tribute required from the villagers, they were unable to meet the quota and were slaughtered on the spot. They died with deep resentment. To appease their grudge, avenge the villagers!]

[Quest Reward: Black Bread *99, Recovery Card *3, Mist Points *100.]

"Black bread, black bread again."

Colin was speechless. "No title, though the Mist Points and Recovery Cards aren't bad."

However, Colin's attention quickly shifted away from this. He narrowed his eyes, recalling the words from just a moment ago.

After a brief contemplation, his breathing suddenly quickened, his body trembled, and he spoke: "Frost Stone. Go into the houses and search; see if there are any whitish stones."

Not long after, one of his subordinates brought out a palm-sized white stone from a half-collapsed thatched hut.

Upon seeing it, Colin took a deep breath. Niter!

He suddenly understood why the hint said there was something he desired here.

Because, how many people could resist the temptation of "fireworks and firecrackers"!

However, in the minds of these Suffering Citizens, this stuff was called Frost Stone and was used to make ice.

What Colin could be certain of was that this substance had not become a weapon of this world's civilization; otherwise, the style of this world would certainly not be like this.

Given their level, they likely discovered that burning it created fireworks, but fireworks simply couldn't compete with a ruling class that possessed extraordinary abilities.

In this way, it was even less likely for this thing to have been developed.

Subsequently, Colin casually claimed the daily quest's bread and blood, put them away, and gazed into the distance.

"If nothing goes wrong, the ore isn't very far from here."

Through the hint, Colin discovered that the "thing you desire" was less than half an hour's journey away.

As for that triggered quest, he didn't plan to do it for the time being. By his estimation.

At this stage, there weren't many people who could complete such a quest, so he wasn't worried about anyone snatching it.

Hoo. Taking a deep breath, Colin quickly calmed down. He felt that this thing was much more interesting than the ordinary weapons the system gave him.

"Lord, your emotions seem a bit stirred. Did you make a good discovery?"

Shana asked curiously, taking the opportunity to hand the stone bowl back to Colin. In her memory, she had rarely been this well-fed.

"A very good discovery. I will let you see it in a while."

The corners of Colin's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Niter was just too important.

Sulfur, charcoal, and the like were things he had seen on the trading market; if he wanted them, the quantity available was likely quite substantial, but there was no niter.

Even though Colin deliberately put up a few pieces of meat, he didn't see anyone buying them to trade for niter.

Moreover, this wasn't just a matter of a few pieces, but an entire mine!

As long as he found the raw materials, he could synthesize them directly at the Synthesis Table, skipping a whole series of processing steps like drying and grinding.

He would be able to grasp powerful strength immediately.

Based on the information Colin had obtained so far, the vast majority of monsters did not possess the strength to withstand artillery or explosives, and this included that Lord-level Aberration.

It could be said that unless physical means failed, he would blow up every monster that came his way.

This step of accumulation was enough for Colin to quickly build up his foundation in the Gray Fog World, thereby moving toward becoming stronger.

"How is the treatment of your injuries coming along?" Colin was somewhat impatient to see that stone mine.

Number Two responded quickly: "Thanks to the help of the Holy Light Priest, it has already been completed."

"Continue forward."

"Yes!"

This time, a fired-up Colin couldn't help but quicken his pace; although they encountered a few more Aberration attacks on the way, they were all easily resolved.

The vast majority of the monsters were killed by Shana.

Halfway there, Shana volunteered to take the lead and help everyone resist the monsters.

After considering that Shana's personal attributes seemed slightly different from the general perception of a priest, Colin agreed to her request and instructed the others to pay more attention to protecting her.

But soon, he realized they had worried too much.

Colin and the others only saw her cast a Blessing of Courage and a Light Shield Technique on herself, her strength reaching 4.1, and then her fists began to glow. Following that, it was one punch per Aberration, and three punches per elite monster.

Unknowingly, Shana had taken the lead all by herself, and everyone else had put down their axes and followed behind her.

This scene made Colin think of a meme.

A fake healer: nervously casting healing spells amidst the wailing and painful groans of teammates, crying while shouting "don't die, don't die."

A real healer: preventing trouble before it happens, protecting a group of whimpering teammates behind her, and punching monsters to death before they can harm anyone, nipping danger in the bud.

Skull-crushing, head-exploding, bone-breaking, leg-sweeping, sending monsters flying seven or eight meters away with a single punch—every blow connected with flesh, possessing a violent aesthetic that perfectly interpreted what it meant to "save lives and heal the wounded."

"My Lord, I haven't disappointed you, have I?"

Shana, who was about 1.6 meters tall, turned around. With a Bible tucked at her waist and white light radiating from her hands, steam rose from her skin—that was the blood of the Aberrations evaporating.

At this moment, her delicate profile and pristine, gold-trimmed clothes were stained with some blood splatters from when the Aberrations were blown apart.

This gave her holiness an indescribable, blasphemous beauty.

However, as she turned, everyone except Colin couldn't help but take a small step back.

Not disappointed, not disappointed at all, Colin muttered to himself, but with a smile that didn't show it on his face, he said: "Your strength is a pleasant surprise."

More accurately, it should be a shock.