I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 120 The Nun, Beginning with Suffering

The fish basket, soaked in lamp oil, immediately burst into flames, which spread along the clothes and cloak, quickly igniting a ring of fire around the swarm of insects.

The foremost mealybugs were instantly engulfed in flames. The black lines inside their shells twisted wildly, trying to escape their bodies, but as soon as they emerged from their cracked shells, they were ignited by the flames.

"It works!" Allen laughed, slamming several insects into the fire with his shield, then grabbed a tidal beetle that had climbed onto the edge of the stone gate and threw it back.

Brewster, wielding a dagger, specifically severed the insects' legs and the haphazardly joined limbs of several insects. Once they lost their balance, the swarming insects that followed would naturally push them into the flames.

Joseph controlled the purple line, constantly pulling the insects that wanted to detour back to the middle. The fisherman was not idle either. He stood behind, looking left and right, picking up pebbles, broken pieces of wood, and some junk that were unrecognizable from their original form, and throwing them at the insects that were trying to go around the fire.

"On the left! There's another one on the left!"

"I saw it!"

"That piece of wood over there can be burned too, don't waste it!"

Joseph:

After entering the ruins, the man finally started scavenging. However, it was probably not what he initially imagined; instead of putting the things he picked up into his fish basket, he burned the basket along with the fish.

"From the left! Another one's coming from the left!"

"I see it!" Allen swung his sword down.

"Don't throw that rock!" Brewster suddenly shouted. "It might have old magic runes on it!"

The fisherman's hand, holding the stone, froze in mid-air, and he quickly replaced it with a more ordinary-looking one.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Joseph suddenly felt that this Old Gods' Relics Investigation Team seemed to be dealing with danger in a way that was quite unlike that of a great mage, a royal academy professor, or a church knight.

They've already started burning fish baskets and clothes; if the fighting continues, I wonder if they'll have to take off their shoes and throw them in too.

Although the method seemed very simple, it was indeed much more effective.

Flames stretched out behind the stone gate, and the mollusks, though feeling no pain, instinctively crawled towards the magical reaction. Allen stood at the forefront, working with Brewster to continuously force the insects back into the fire.

Joseph's magical power was still decreasing, but compared to using furnace light to burn them one by one, it was now saving him most of the energy.

At least for now, there's no need to worry about the insect swarm not being dealt with before he himself collapsed to the ground.

Outside the stone gate, Evelyn knelt down beside the man immediately after he was dragged out by the purple thread.

The young man lying on the ground looked to be only about twenty years old. His coarse cloth clothes had been torn to shreds by insects, and his shoulders, arms, and calves were covered with bite wounds, some of which had even lost their flesh.

Evelyn placed the first-aid kit aside, pressed one hand against the most serious injury near his chest, and emitted a soft white light from the other hand.

The white light continued to seep into the wound, and the rate of blood flow gradually slowed down, but the parts that had been bitten off showed no signs of growing back.

Healing blessings can stop bleeding, relieve pain, and help some minor wounds heal faster, but they cannot create lost flesh and blood out of thin air.

A fine sheen of sweat slowly appeared on Evelyn's forehead; her healing blessings were already considered outstanding within the Church. The bishop had even sent people to her for serious injuries that ordinary nuns couldn't handle. Broken bones, wounds ripped open by monsters, dockworkers' hands pierced by iron hooks—she had saved them all.

But the life of this young man was still slipping away from her hands, bit by bit.

"Can you hear me?" Evelyn lowered her head and asked softly, "Who brought you in?"

The young man barely opened his eyes, his lips moving several times before he managed to utter a weak sound: "They—said—"

"What did you say?"

"After we opened our eyes—we—we could also have magic—we've been tricked—"

The man's body suddenly twitched, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood: "—Someone—is—using us—the evil god—"

The white light in Evelyn's palm immediately brightened, and she quickly asked, "Who is it?"

The young man's pupils began to dilate, and his lips moved a few times but he was unable to utter anything more.

The fisherman threw another pebble into the swarm of insects. He was so tired that he could hardly breathe. Just as he was about to sit down and rest for a while, he turned around and saw the young man on the ground. His expression suddenly changed.

Evelyn looked up at the fisherman, who, without even taking a break, quickly got up from the ground and walked briskly to the man's side.

"Is it really you?" He crouched down and looked at the face covered in blood and dust, speechless for a long time.

"You know him?" Evelyn asked.

"He used to move fish boxes at the dock," the fisherman said. "His father went to sea a few years ago and never came back, his mother was in poor health, and he also had a younger sister. Later, the Chamber of Commerce warehouse closed down, and he couldn't find any stable work."

The fisherman looked at the unresponsive young man on the ground, his smile vanishing.

"He asked me a while ago if there was anything that could make money in Yachao Bay."

Unexpectedly, he ended up with this kind of job, and the fisherman's expression slowly turned ugly.

"He also told me that someone approached them and said that as long as they did something for them, they could get a lot of money and learn magic in the future."

The fisherman was silent for a moment, then muttered under his breath, "I even told him he was out of his mind, and that he shouldn't believe that nonsense. Nobody does things for no reason..."

So you've come here to teach people magic?

Evelyn didn't speak, but continued to send the white light into Luca's body, but she already knew she couldn't save him.

People in the church always like to say that suffering is a test that God gives to mankind.

If one is devout and steadfast enough, after experiencing those hardships, the soul will become purer, and the gods will one day see them.

The nobility would explain it all as a fate that is predetermined at birth.

Some are born with a surname, land, magical qualifications, and an inexhaustible supply of food for a lifetime, while others are born in damp, leaky huts, without firewood in winter, so hungry they don't even have the strength to cry.

They say this is the natural order of the world, and everything is a matter of fate.

Evelyn never believed these words.

When she was a child, she once knelt under the statue of a god and prayed. At that time, she had not eaten for two days. She knelt under the statue for a whole afternoon, hoping that the god would give her some bread, praying that the winter that year would not be too cold, and also praying that those drunk people would not break into the slums again and take everything they could.

But in the end, the one who gave her the bread was an old nun living in the slums who was also starving, but still stuffed half a piece of black bread into her hand.

Later, famine caused the old nun to starve to death that winter. She did not witness any miracle while she was alive, and few people remembered her after her death.

Evelyn was willing to wear a nun's robes and accept the status of a so-called saint candidate simply because saints could have more power.

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