Mage, Save Me!

Watching Shana charge into a Survivor's pool of light as if it were unoccupied territory, she took someone down with a single move.

"Mage" felt like an idiot.

He had a vague feeling that he might have picked the wrong opponent.

"What are you standing around for!? Get moving! We outnumber them. We can definitely take them down!"

The Survivor Shana had stormed was watching his servants go down one after another. Panic flashed across his face. He turned to look behind him, only to find that the others were standing there in a daze!

His furious shout finally jolted them back to their senses, and they began to fight back.

Four Survivors were attacking Shana. Including their men, there were seventeen of them in all.

And in the few seconds they had spent frozen, Shana had already completely defeated one Survivor and his servants, disrupting their attack.

"Finally got it."

Shana held up the Hurricane Lamp she had taken. It was very important to her. Without it, she could only move within Colin's pool of light, and couldn't truly unleash her strength.

After kicking several people into Colin's pool of light, she launched another fierce assault!

Shana's strength was four times that of an ordinary person. It wasn't something you could calculate with simple addition.

If an ordinary person could punch with fifty kilograms of force, then she could casually throw a punch with two hundred.

If she didn't hold back and aimed for a vital spot, one punch would be enough to kill someone.

Even after granting everyone protection, she could still fight back with one hand holding the Hurricane Lamp!

"Mage, save me!"

One of the lords couldn't hold out any longer. Watching Shana punch through their defenses with ease, he was filled with terror.

Neither of his two first-level servants had lasted even a single move against her!

One of them had even possessed a strength of 2.0, yet he hadn't been able to withstand a single blow!

Was this damn woman really a healer?!

What kind of healer was this?!

At that moment, they all felt as if they had fallen for Colin's "dirty trick."

That bastard had misled them into thinking Shana was the weakest one there, an easy target. They hadn't expected her to be a tough nut who could eat people alive!

The Survivor turned to the big shot they called "Mage" and called for help.

But the next second, his legs gave way and he collapsed, falling in a heap with his four servants.

Shana took the Hurricane Lamp from him and set it down.

She didn't intend to kill him. Lord Colin would decide what to do with him later.

She knew perfectly well that lords could plunder one another. These "high-quality" servants were excellent spoils of war in their own right.

Then Shana turned toward "Mage." Holding the Hurricane Lamp in one hand and the Bible with its battering ram in the other, she fastened the chain around her wrist to the book to keep it from slipping free, then charged at him.

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

"Mage" muttered under his breath. He couldn't see the attributes of other people's followers, so he had no idea how strong Shana was at that moment.

But judging by what she'd done, her strength was probably close to 3—or had even reached 3!

Otherwise, she couldn't have crushed them so easily.

A vicious look appeared in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You forced me to do this!"

Then he growled, "Eat the mushrooms!"

The five servants under his command trembled at his words. Despair filled their eyes, but they still obeyed without hesitation.

Each of them had a red mushroom hanging from a cord around their neck.

[Flesh Mushroom: A mushroom that grows by absorbing twisted flesh and blood. It can unleash a massive increase in strength, boosting the strength of anyone below 2 by one hundred percent. However, reason, spirit, intelligence, and other attributes will also fall by ninety-five percent. Servants under this effect cannot be knocked unconscious.]

[Description: An unremarkable-looking red mushroom.]

[Note: Half an hour after use, those with an initial constitution below 2 will die in extreme agony. Those above 2 will be left "feeble-minded," "weakened," and in similar states for an hour. The higher their constitution, the weaker the effects.]

Clearly, none of the servants had an initial constitution, endurance, or other attribute above 2. The only possible result of eating the mushrooms was death.

But they couldn't disobey their lord's orders. They were deeply unwilling, and didn't even consider themselves loyal.

The bitter, rancid, hard-to-swallow taste spread through their mouths. As they swallowed one after another, a surge of heat rose in their stomachs.

Their blood quickly boiled. Their eyes turned bloodshot, the veins at their temples bulged, and endless rage filled their hearts. They wanted to tear apart everything in sight.

A fine thread of restraint still held them in place, leaving them standing where they were like human-shaped beasts chained up.

Once unleashed, they could never be reined in again.

"You deserve to die!"

Shana's usually gentle voice had gone hoarse. She couldn't see the mushrooms' information, but she could sense that

the people who had eaten them couldn't be saved.

In that instant, she thought of Colin. Both were lords, yet one treated even servants with basic human respect.

The other treated people as disposable tools.

"Kill her!"

"Mage" met her cold gaze, felt his heart jump, and hurriedly shouted.

The servants' strength after eating the mushrooms could reach as high as 2.5. He thought they should at least be able to stand up to her.

He had killed the Aberration wizard in a mage's robe not long ago thanks to these mushrooms. He had discovered them earlier and traded the lives of several servants to get them.

Since the Trade Market had opened today, he had used this trick whenever he encountered an overly powerful Aberration. It had worked like a charm every time, earning him plenty.

As for the servants' lives, there were plenty of them on the Trade Market. They weren't worth grieving over.

He expected the same result this time. The only pity was that once they ate the mushrooms, he couldn't control them. That woman was bound to be torn to pieces by the maddened servants.

But what he hadn't expected was that the scene before him would still be a pack of useless weaklings.

His berserk "army" went down like paper dolls, one servant after another felled by a single move from that woman.

And since they couldn't be knocked unconscious, she used even more brutal methods, shattering their leg bones and leaving them completely unable to move.

For a moment, he even wondered if the mushrooms he'd given them had expired.

"Damn it! Why are they so hard to deal with?!"

"Mage" seemed to think of something. In a panic, he took the Parchment out of his Inventory, intending to recruit a huge number of servants through the Trade Market and use his "self-invented" swarm strategy.

But the moment he opened the Trade Market, a hand seized his wrist bone.

Crack.

"Ah!"

He barely managed to resist before she snapped the bone clean in two. His wrist went slack, and he screamed, pulling his hand back and clutching it as he dropped to his knees.

Even worse, a cold voice came from in front of him.

"You can die now."

Hearing that, he forgot the pain and lifted his head, wanting to beg for mercy.

But as a flash of white light streaked past, he suddenly saw blood and droplets spraying through the air, bits of bone, and then another...eyeball?

A muscle still clung to the nerves attached to the eyeball, and it floated through the air. As it flew, it slowly turned inward. Reflected in that eye, he saw

a bloody corpse with its head exploding.

It was wearing a tattered mage's robe.

With a thump, "Mage" fell to the ground, twitching unconsciously. After a few spasms, he went still.