Global Fog Survival

Not one hundred percent loyal… The special talent summon card isn’t counted as a system summon?

Colin’s thoughts were all over the place. While Sanna was eating, he took out the quest item.

“Twisted Soul”: A blue, flame-like gas, with twisted faces visible inside if looked at closely. Remaining time: 2 days, 23 hours, 54 minutes.

Note: If your inspiration is below 2, you will not be able to listen effectively. If your inspiration is above 5, you will definitely get a quest.

[Hint: You believe your inspiration is above 5…]

Boom—

Colin crushed the flame immediately. A wave of illusory flames hit his face, putting him in a daze.

“Frost stone… didn’t we already hand it in, twenty tons…”

“Why…”

“This… it’s impossible to complete…”

“Shut up! You lowly beast! Ultimately, you are not working hard enough…”

“…Dad, save, save…”

“In the well, get into the well…”

“Throw it down… bang—”

Disorderly voices echoed in Colin’s ears, causing his brain to throb with pain. In his daze, he saw an extremely chaotic scene.

A group of church knights in pointed silver armor slaughtered the villagers. The men in the well, along with some children, escaped down the well… The church members threw a stone down, and that was the end…

When Colin regained his senses, he immediately opened the scroll, which now displayed a new quest.

[Trigger Quest: Revenge.]

[Quest Requirement: Kill the ‘Mutant – People of Suffering – Knight of Suffering’ wandering on the beach of Silver Moon Bay.]

[Quest Time: Unlimited (this quest can be taken by others.)]

[Quest Description: Due to the sudden increase in tributes demanded by the Empire’s state religion, the Church of Suffering, the villagers were unable to fulfill the requirements and were killed on the spot. To quell their resentment, avenge the villagers!]

[Quest Reward: Black Bread*99, Recovery Card*3, Fog Points*100.]

“Black bread, more black bread…” Colin was speechless. “No title, just some Fog Points and recovery cards, which are decent…”

However, Colin quickly shifted his focus. He squinted his eyes, recalling the words he had just heard. After a brief moment of contemplation, his breathing became rapid, and his body trembled as he spoke, “Frost stone… Search the house and see if you can find any whitish stones…”

Before long, one of his subordinates retrieved a palm-sized white stone from a half-collapsed thatched house. Colin took a deep breath when he saw it… Saltpeter!

He suddenly understood why the hint mentioned there was something he desired here… because who could resist the lure of fireworks and firecrackers?

In the knowledge of these suffering people, this stuff was called frost stone, used to make ice.

Colin could confirm that this material had not been weaponized in this world’s civilization. If it had, the state of affairs would certainly be different. Given their level, they might have discovered that burning it made fireworks, but fireworks couldn’t compete with the extraordinary powers of the ruling class. Hence, it had not been developed further.

After that, Collin collected the daily quest rewards of bread and blood, stored them away, and gazed into the distance.

“If nothing goes wrong, the ore should not be far from here…”

From the hint, Colin estimated that the “thing you desire” was less than half an hour’s journey away. As for the triggered quest, he didn’t plan to tackle it right away. According to his estimation, not many people at this stage could complete such a quest, so he wasn’t worried about anyone snatching it.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. Colin felt this discovery was far more intriguing than the ordinary weapons provided by the system.

“How are the injuries?” Collin asked, eager to see the ore.

Number Two responded promptly, “Thanks to the help of the Holy Light Priest, the injuries are all treated.”

“Continue moving forward.”

“Yes, sir!”

This time, Colin, feeling a burning anticipation, quickened his pace. Although they encountered a few more mutant attacks on the way, they were easily dealt with.

Most of the monsters were killed by Sanna…

Halfway through, Sanna volunteered to lead the way and help fend off the monsters. Considering Sanna’s personal attributes seemed somewhat different from those of a typical priest, Colin agreed to her request, instructing the others to watch out for her.

But soon, they realized they had overthought it.

Collin and his men watched as Sanna cast “Courage Blessing” on herself, followed by “Light Shield,” boosting her strength to 4.1. Then, with her glowing fists, she punched down one mutant after another, taking down an elite monster with three punches.

Unconsciously, Sanna led the front, while everyone else lowered their axes and followed behind her…

This scene reminded Colin of a meme:

A fake healer, nervously casting healing spells amidst the pained cries of teammates, crying and shouting, “Don’t die, don’t die.”

A true healer, preemptively protects a group of whimpering teammates, punching down monsters before they could harm anyone, preventing danger from happening.

Smashing skulls, breaking bones, sweeping legs, sending monsters flying seven or eight meters with one punch, her punches were brutal and aesthetically violent, perfectly embodying the phrase “saving lives through violence.”

“My lord, did I meet your expectations?”

Sanna, standing at about 1.6 meters, turned around. The bible was strapped to her waist, her hands glowing white with an evaporating mist—the blood of the mutants. Her delicate side face and the white, gold-edged robe were splattered with the blood from the shattered mutants, giving her holiness a bizarre, desecrated beauty.

However, as she turned around, everyone except Colin involuntarily took half a step back.

No disappointment at all… Colin thought to himself but didn’t show it. He smiled and said, “Your strength is indeed surprising.”

More accurately, it was terrifying.

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