The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

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Kakaka!

The sound of chains grinding together mingled with the cracking of bones, and a popping sound like liquid bursting...

"Aaaaaah!!! Sir! You have to believe me! I'm doing this all for everyone's safety! I...aaaaah!!!"

Howling in agony, the horrifying monster was utterly powerless against the seemingly ordinary cast iron chain, its body being constantly squeezed and bent.

Faced with the horrific scene, the priest remained unmoved and spoke coldly:

"The gods will not forgive believers who lie."

The chains tightened further, wrapping around Jack's body and almost digging into his flesh!

Kakakaka...

Amidst this eerie sound, Ning Feng finally turned around and looked at Jack, who was not far behind him.

After enjoying the sight of the other party's miserable state for a while, Ning Feng nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the priest and smiled:

"Your Excellency, I think... how about we just stop here?"

card.

The chains stopped, the priest's cold gaze paused, and he looked down at Ning Feng.

"Anyway, I wasn't hurt, and Jack was punished for his recklessness. I think that's enough for now."

After speaking, Ning Feng ignored the other party's strange gaze, turned back to look at Jack, who was strangled beyond recognition... resembling a rotting corpse, and asked seriously:

"Promise me you won't do this again, okay?"

cough cough.

The grotesque, rotting corpse began to writhe, shouting excitedly:

"Yes, I can! Cough cough... I promise I won't do it again!"

Jack had almost resigned himself to his fate, but unexpectedly, he discovered a chance of survival at that moment. Overwhelmed with emotion, he cried out to the priest, "Your Excellency! Please believe me!"

"I've done my part for the village, please let me go!"

Using Jack's wailing as soothing background music, Ning Feng said to the pastor with a face full of compassion:

"Your Excellency, since he has agreed and I have forgiven him... why don't we just let him go?"

"I imagine you wouldn't want to lose a soldier who is so dedicated to protecting the village over something so trivial, would you?"

Staring silently at Ning Feng's expression, the priest seemed momentarily bewildered, unable to discern the true nature of the person before him.

Splash...

There was no answer; instead, the chains binding Jack suddenly loosened and were quickly retracted by him.

“You are…a kind and benevolent adult.”

Shaking his head, Ning Feng raised his right hand to his chest and slowly bowed to the priest, saying:

"No, it is you who are truly kind. It is your tolerance that has forgiven his mistakes. I think Jack will be very grateful to you."

Thump thump.

Jack, who was behind him, reacted at that moment, quickly scrambled over, and shouted loudly to Ning Feng and the priest:

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Despite Jack's arms, covered in acidic liquid, wrapped around his calves, Ning Feng listened to the hissing and corroding sounds coming from his clothes and trouser legs, his smile unchanged.

He reached out and touched Jack's thinning hair, soothingly saying:

"Alright, you should go and rest now. The village still needs your protection, doesn't it?"

After finally getting Jack to release his arms, Ning Feng silently shook off the few dry blades of grass he had accidentally plucked...

"What a dedicated soldier."

My hair is so thin from exhaustion.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Feng bowed apologetically to the pastor:

"Excuse me, could you please arrange another room for me? I can hardly sleep in this unsafe room anymore."

This time it's Jack, who will it be next time?

"...So what do you want?"

Scanning the surrounding rooms, Ning Feng skipped over one that seemed somewhat familiar, finally looking at the priest before him and asking softly:

"Could I stay in your room for the night?"

Staring intently at Ning Feng, the pastor fell silent once more.

After a while, he turned around, dragging the long chain on the ground, and slowly walked back.

Walking away with his back to Ning Feng, the priest slowly spoke:

"plz follow me."

……

Stepping out of her hiding room, Shirin quickly noticed the blood moon in the sky and realized that something was wrong.

A battle did indeed break out outside, but it wasn't between the contestants; it was a battle between them and undead creatures.

Because she hadn't gone out before, Shirin didn't know that these undead creatures were just ordinary people before, and she was actually quite relieved.

"Luckily I didn't come out of the secret room before, otherwise something bad would have happened."

That's so me!

She instinctively tried to cast several spells on herself, but after casting invisibility, she remembered that she was still being watched by others, so she had to temporarily switch to flight.

Flight is not a profound spell, but layering other spells on top of other spells requires skill and operational ability that is not easily mastered by an average third-tier spellcaster.

Although it is rare, some exceptionally talented spellcasters or those who have practiced flying diligently can still master it, so it's not too outrageous.

Floating in the sky, Shirin looked down at the city that was once peaceful but is now filled with battles and carnage.

She observed the other contestants, but did not offer any help even as she watched them being torn apart by the enraged undead.

Shirin wasn't the kind of sentimental saint; she was well aware of where she was.

This is a competition venue, not a place for her to enthusiastically help others. Even if she has good intentions, it would be meaningless at this time.

These contestants are enemies, at least Ning Feng's enemies.

If she intervenes, the person she saves may later have an impact on Ning Feng or even cause her harm, and she will not tolerate such a thing happening.

It was already a sign of her mercy that she didn't resort to underhanded tactics.

If anyone were to ask her to do more, that would be wishful thinking.

Shirin simply observed, like an outsider detached from the situation, silently looking down from high above.

Gradually, Shirin realized that something was wrong.

Are these people really that... amateurish?

Unable to think of any other words to describe it, Shirin could only use this one word to describe the scene she saw.

Even if these undead creatures are powerful, even if they can't deal with them, they shouldn't have to be reduced to running away like stray dogs, right?

Even if we can't trust other people, isn't it a good option to unite for a short period of time?

"Unless...unless they never even considered this possibility?"

No, it won't happen.

They must be confident enough to participate in such a competition; they can't be so clueless as to not understand this basic principle.

"That is, their distrust of others has reached the point where it affects their subjective judgment."

These contestants all seemed to have become extremely emotional, and their negative emotions seemed to have been amplified without them even realizing it.

For no apparent reason, Shireen thought of that sentence she had heard before:

Under the crimson moon, everything will return to its original state.

"Is this how everything was originally?"

I looked up at the huge red moon in the sky.

"Is this the change it has brought about?"

Xilin frowned slightly, unsure of what to do.

Is it limited to this one city? Or does it cover the entire island?

If it's the latter...

"This doesn't seem like a domain anymore."

It's more like the rules have been changed.

Has someone above the legendary level made a move?

"Does Jasmine's family have such a background? Or is it..."