Alien world

Chapter 1753, Section 386: What does Olme's actions have to do with Annam?
Annan reached for the branch of the otherworldly tree on his waist, but in Peli's eyes, it was: the succubus unbuckling her belt and moving to a blind spot in his line of sight.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little." A seductive voice came from the foot of the bed.

Then, he felt his pants being pulled down, and then—

The expected throbbing pain did not come; instead, a chill spread from the wound outwards.

"Priest, did you put ice on my wound?"

"No, it's a branch with mysterious powers."

Peli looked up and saw a piece of dry twig placed on his leg wound.

"Is there anything that's bothering you?" With nothing else to do, Anan took out a notebook to make a note.

"I feel a little cold..."

Annan thought of Baron Jim Kelly and said, "It's cold, that means it's working."

"really?"

"I'm a pastor, would I lie to you?"

Annan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he had been worried that someone who wasn't on the verge of death wouldn't be useful.

So it seems that even living people can absorb it... Did Liberty City's previous methods incur losses? Wouldn't it be better to make a noose using branches from another world?
The branches of the otherworldly tree absorb human nature to form a unique life rhythm, but its appearance remains unchanged.

Perry hugged his shoulders, his whole body unconsciously hunching over, and asked shiveringly, "Why is it getting colder and colder..."

"It's supposed to be cold, how can it be hot when it's dead?"

"what?"

However, Paley's thoughts seemed to freeze. He slowly raised his head, only to be met with a sudden, swirling gaze from the succubus's eyes.

"Those you killed are sending you their greetings..."

Paley's face gradually revealed fear, as if he had seen something terrible, but just as it was about to freeze, it turned into a peaceful smile.

This is too easy to misunderstand... But then again, if you die with a smile, doesn't that mean you did a good job of comforting people?

Annan picked up the branch from Peli's wound—a branch from another world that had absorbed more than a dozen people—and tied it around his waist. He had some guesses in his mind.

Baron Jim Kelly felt cold after becoming a lich... This is probably related to his accidental encounter with a branch from another world before his death, which is an outward manifestation of his lack of humanity.

Fortunately, the baron's contact time was short, and apart from being cold, he had no other negative reactions.

Lacking a bit of humanity, for a lich, probably, maybe... it's not a big deal, right?
Annan stepped out of the ward and beckoned to his servants: "Treatment failed. Clean up the body. Where is the next patient?"

……

knock knock --

Annan pushed open the door and entered the ward.

As the chaotic cultist reading the newspaper in his hospital bed looked over, Annan was also looking at the blood-stained bandage wrapped around his head.

"I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" Annan asked.

The hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly, and the chaotic cultist said uneasily, "I want to hear the bad stuff first..."

"The bad news is that I'm the one treating you."

The cultist grinned awkwardly: "So, what's the good news? I...I'm alright?"

"No, the good news is, at least you'll probably die happily."

A few minutes later, the cultist gripped Annan tightly, leaving behind the words, "This is not good news...", before his head lolled to the side and he died with his eyes wide open.

But then, a few seconds later, he flashed the same beautiful smile as Paley.

Annan tore the otherworldly branch off the cultist's head, wiped the bloodstains off his clothes, and walked out, pulling up his pants.

"This one is dead too. Take me to the next patient."

“Uh, priest, this patient just needs to rest…” “You just lead the way.”

……

knock --

Pushing open the door, the chaotic cultist on the hospital bed looked at Annan with shining eyes.

Annan gave a poorly mocking smile to Prince Aidan: "You have two pieces of bad news."

"The first bad news is that your illness has suddenly worsened and you need immediate treatment. The second bad news is that I am the one treating you."

"Isn't that two pieces of good news?!" The Chaotic Cultist, who loved this kind of thing, was overjoyed.

Annan expressed his appreciation for the virtuous man and gave him the reward he deserved—death.

A moment later, Annan walked out of the ward, looked at the servants outside the door, and said succinctly, "Lead the way."

“Your Excellency, you’ve already killed three people. If another one dies… we’ll all be in trouble.” The servant’s face was full of resistance.

"All I know is that if you don't lead the way, you'll become the fourth one."

……

knock--

The cultist, lying on the hospital bed with no obvious external injuries, looked over and exclaimed, "A succubus?"

Annan walked to the bedside, pulled out a dagger, and said, "Call me Pastor."

"Uh... Priest, what are you doing with that dagger?"

"One way to treat wound infections is to remove the source of infection."

"I don't have any wounds, I'm just sick... I don't need surgery, right?"

Why are you sick?

"Uh...did you eat something unclean?"

"So if I take the unclean things out of my stomach, will I be fine?"

"No...no! If you rip my stomach out, I'll die!"

"Just tell me, is it okay or not?"

"Actually, I'm fine..."

"Why are you here for treatment if you have nothing to do? Don't be afraid of treatment, it'll be fine, it will pass quickly..."

A brief struggle could be heard from the ward, then silence fell.

Three minutes later, Annan emerged from the ward, his servants nowhere to be seen. He seemed more inclined to believe Annan had fled for his life than to file a complaint…

The area for settling the wounded was only so big, so it didn't matter that there were no servants to guide them.

Like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe and carrying branches from another world, Annan knocked on the doors of each hospital room like a death knell.

According to Annan's understanding of chaotic sects, indiscriminately arresting and executing innocent people would certainly result in some being innocent, but if every other person was killed, there would be some who escaped.

Killing the wounded makes you feel less guilty—you can't have gotten injured while helping an old lady cross the street, can you?
Annam also had an excuse: why come for treatment if you're not sick? Since you're sick, you need treatment. Treatment has risks; it's not unreasonable to accidentally die from it, is it?

Most importantly, those who are thrown here are all nobody who no one cares about. There may be some who are responsible and care about their companions, but they are definitely not from the Chaotic Cult.

After finally "treating" all the wounded, Annan summoned the remaining trembling servants and told them to announce to the outside world that a succubus priest had arrived, that surgery would be performed today and work would begin tomorrow, that the first 100 patients would not need to wait in line and would have their treatment completed on the same day, and that so far there had been zero negative reviews and not a single patient had said anything bad.

Having finally encountered such an easy opportunity to collect humanity without feeling any guilt, how could I face the Otherworld Tree if I didn't take some back with me?

The servants were afraid of aiding and abetting the tyrant, but they were even more afraid that Annam would use these methods on them. So they could only obediently work for Annam and spread the news.

The news spread quickly through the stronghold, because Annan's "treatment speed" was so fast that no one knew what had happened yet.

(End of this chapter)