A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated - Chapter 261: Summary of Cultists (3)

Chapter 261: Summary of Cultists (3)

The movement of the Avatar stopped.

Hwashin, who had been waving his arms and protesting until the very end, eventually gradually slowed down and finally let down all his arms and laid himself down on the ground.

Hwasin’s body, which fell to the floor, was scattered little by little from his fingertips.

The body collapsed and could not maintain its shape.

“Ugh. I feel bad.”

The sight of the tens-meter-long body of the Avatar falling to pieces was a sight to behold, but Asil just backed away, covering his nose and mouth.

“No, just by looking at it, it doesn’t look like it’s good for your health.”

“It’s not wrong, but… It’s so new, hey.”

Just a little while ago, I was in a fight where even the slightest twist could have resulted in serious injury or even death, but now I’m concerned about a little bit of powder that looks bad for my body.

Well, even though they are equally bad for your body, getting hit with a fist and something entering your body felt different.

“Guys. When you’re done, please help me here!”

As I was watching the end of the Avatar, as if I was watching dandelion seeds fly, or a Spider-Man in a strange mood, I heard Flora’s voice.

Flora was tying up the whimpering, unconscious cultists.

Some of the cultists who became unconscious when summoning the Avatar had the misfortune of falling off the altar and smashing their heads, or getting caught up in battle and getting bloodied by the hands of the Avatar they had summoned.

Still, many of them were lying unconscious on the floor, so it was necessary to deal with them.

“Can’t I just kill him?”

In this world, being a cultist is punishable by death.

This is because they kidnap people and steal valuable items to summon all kinds of evil spirits or evil spirits.

We’re already busy fighting the devil’s army, but terrorist attacks keep happening behind the scenes.

There is no way it will look pretty.

And the term “Death penalty” Means that there will be no problem even if we wipe out these guys right away and report after the fact.

Anyway, it is written on the adventurer card as ‘Subjugation: X cultists.’

It’s like being treated as a monster.

And in fact, it’s really no different from a monster.

It must have been explained a long time ago. The reason why quests to defeat humanoid enemies such as thieves and bandits remain as repeatable quests is because they respawn like monsters.

This was the result of a user questionnaire that said that even though they are NPCs in the game, it is difficult to deal with them comfortably if they have settings such as having difficulty making a living and becoming a thief or having a family to feed when they return.

There is no such thing as an unfortunate situation. It is no different from infinitely rising goblins or orcs. It’s just a humanoid.

So there was no need to tie it up like Flora did, it was okay to just kill it on the spot.

That was also the general knowledge of people in this world.

Of course, there was no need to kill, but on the other hand, there was no need not kill.

Maybe it’s just that Flora is nice and doesn’t kill her, but just subdues her.

I thought so, but…

“The reward is better for dragging someone than killing them.”

“Ah.”

It was a more realistic reason than I thought.

Certainly, you can receive more rewards by capturing and dragging away than by killing and only having the number of defeats recorded on the adventurer card.

According to the setting, they are said to have a happy time with the cult’s pagan inquisitors and dig up information, but I have never seen it in person.

But Flora, haven’t you become a bit stubborn?

I thought I had become a bit more mature after waking up from my dream, but it seems like my vitality has also improved.

Am I walking the path of witchcraft…

“…”

“Ah. Asil, thank you.”

Asil, who was talking loudly with me, said nothing.

I just quietly approached Flora and helped tie up her unconscious cultist.

It was a calm, expressionless expression, but somehow it felt like he was relieved that he didn’t have to kill them.

Because for Asil, this world is also reality. It wasn’t a strange thing.

No, it was actually a good thing.

Taking murder seriously and trying to avoid it as much as possible can’t be a bad thing.

It’s not a sweet potato to keep alive someone who is sure to suffer harm in the future, and at best you’re dealing with random mobs.

“… What. Why do you look at me with such lukewarm eyes?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

I gave a cursory reply to Asil, who gave me a questioning look, and I also helped tie up the cultists.

There was an incident where Asil slapped the back of her hand when he spotted a female cult member and tried to show off her tortoiseshell tying, but for the most part everything went uneventfully.

If I had to really ask, it would be that the altar was so high that it was a hassle to go up and down to collect the cult members.

After a while, the cultists who were tied together like Gulbi were lined up in a row.

She still hadn’t come to her senses. If I leave it like this, won’t I starve to death?

Will I still get experience even if I starve to death?

Probably not? Still, I don’t think it would be strange if they came in since we were the ones tying them up.

– Rattling.

Asil, who recovered the door to the spirit world from where the Avatar’s body was destroyed, asked as he put on the door to the spirit world that had shrunk to the size of a bracelet.

It seemed like he had similar concerns to me.

“I tied it all up, but what now? “If I leave it like this, I will die.”

“I know. Should I leave it in a nearby village?”

“Ah. “The village where we stayed overnight?”

“No. “Not there.”

“Why? “I don’t even know the location of other villages.”

Well, now that the subjugation of the cultists is over, I think we can talk about it.

I wasn’t saying anything until now because I wasn’t sure, but if it’s gotten to this point, I should tell you.

“I think that village… ”

“It’s done!”

Just as I was about to start singing, I heard Flora’s bright cry.

“Huh? Flora? What’s going on?”

“Wait a minute, Soira. What happened to that village?”

“Ah. I’ll tell you later. There is a lot of time while traveling anyway.”

“It makes me curious for no reason.”

I headed towards Flora with the grumbling Asil.

Flora gathered the cult members in one place and drew a circle surrounding them with something like chalk from a bag.

Right now, I was writing something illegible inside and outside the circle.

Did you say it was a magic letter? They say that it is a letter needed to activate a magic circle, just like a person chants to use magic, but I don’t know the details.

The important thing is that Flora is trying to activate some magic.

“What are you doing?”

“If I leave these people like this, they’ll die, right?”

“I’m going to die. However, it is difficult to take it with you. “I was already talking about that with Asil.”

“That’s why. “I want to leave it in a state of lyricism.”

Is the idea to put it into suspended animation so that it doesn’t die?

It was a little creepy, but since I had to kill him here anyway if there was no other way, I didn’t have much to worry about.

However, it is very difficult to put a person in a state of suspended animation and maintain that state without a practitioner.

Even when I look back on my time playing as a wizard, which now seems like a long time ago, I still remember that it really required a huge amount of magic power and a large-scale catalyst.

Of course, it was better to just record the number of subjugations rather than expend that amount of resources for a little compensation.

“Manage power aside, what about catalysts?”

Hehe… ”

In response to my question, Flora smiled as if she was happy.

It was a smile I had seen before. Was it the smile that alchemist Sophie made when using expensive alchemy materials?

“If it’s a catalyst, it’s over there. A top-class catalyst that is just right for this magic.”

“Where?”

There was a crater where I looked along Flora’s finger.

A crater dug out round by Flora’s magic. And the moment I remembered something that was inside, I was filled with admiration.

“Wow… ”

The body of the Avatar turned into powder and scattered, but because it was underground without wind, the powder that had not blown away remained where the Avatar was.

Flora was saying that she would now use that powder as a catalyst, the remains of God, even though she was an incarnation.

Moreover, it is the embodiment of an ‘endless dream’. There could be few catalysts more suitable to be used as a magical catalyst for putting someone into suspended animation.

“Isn’t it a waste? It’s the remains of Avatar. If I keep it, I might be able to use it somewhere else.”

“Maybe so… No. Even if it turns into powder, I don’t want to keep carrying it around.”

“If that’s the case.”

Well, it wasn’t an appearance I really wanted to get close to.

After dealing with the cult problem, we were able to come out to the surface using the secret passage behind the altar.

Although it was said to be a secret passage, the screen had been lifted in the aftermath of the battle with the Avatar, so it was easy to find it.

If you clear the boss, there should be a short cut to the entrance. Right.

“Ugh… ”

I used clean magic to shake off the dust that had stuck to my entire body and stretched out.

In terms of time, less than a day had passed, but subjectively it had been several weeks, so the outside air felt fresher.

“Soira. Soira.”

Poke.

As she was twisting her body around and stretching, Asil poked her shoulder and spoke to her.

“Huh? “Why?”

“Can’t I tell you now? “What about the village we came from?”

“Oh, that?”

It’s not a big deal.

No, is it really a big deal?

Anyway, it was time to talk to her, so I called Flora, who was relaxing on the other side of her.