Hill's judgment had been correct. This demon servant fully lived up to his reputation for being sinister, cunning, and ruthless. He did not care at all about sending the demon believers he controlled out to die.
At first, it seemed to happen once or twice a day. Then it quickly escalated to five or six times a day, with utterly irregular intervals. Sometimes the attacks came one after another, while at other times there would be a long gap.
The Undead could not stay vigilant forever, but that did not stop them from snatching up quests.
This was when guilds and clans showed their value. Not everyone could be distracted at once, could they?
Besides, the Undead's time was not synchronized with this place. Although Hill did not know how they managed it, virtual communities in their world were highly advanced, and time acceleration had apparently existed for centuries.
That was also why their study and work hours were not very long... especially for clerical work, where four hours was already the longest shift. Hill occasionally heard boys boasting, often using the fact that they had to work four hours in the outside world as proof of their superiority.
Whether people believed them or not, at least the listeners always looked envious.
And when Hill had chatted with William before, he had picked up on something: although the God of Space-Time relied on divine power to accomplish the same thing, he seemed to have learned quite a bit of scientific knowledge as well. Many of the space-time divine spells he created had drawn on that world's use of relative time.
After all, there was no predecessor to guide anyone in a domain like space-time.
William reacted incredibly quickly. Less than two hours after the Undead crafted the first Flowing Pearl