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Chapter 272 - 272 270 Catastrophe of the Magic Fog _1

Chapter 272: Chapter 270 “Catastrophe of the Magic Fog” _1 Chapter 272: Chapter 270 “Catastrophe of the Magic Fog” _1 “If it’s dead… you guys handle it.”

Little Red didn’t have any particular emotions about it; after all, that thing was meant to be food. She had intended to give it to Colin but realized it wasn’t enough and felt a bit embarrassed to offer it.

“It might have had a heatstroke, see if it can be saved.”

Colin voiced his opinion.

Afterward, spurred by Colin’s initiative, he led the possible heatstroke-afflicted mole to a creek not far from their location.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t save it in the end. Colin could only set up a bonfire, together with a few children, he sprinkled salt and cumin while tearfully sending the mole on its last journey…

In the following days, there was still no clear news about the Saintess’ visit, but they ended up waiting for another piece of information—

Some monsters from the Catastrophe of the Magic Fog were heading their way for unknown reasons.

Based on observations by some people, it was estimated that they may arrive near this area within the next few days…

Even in Colin’s mind, a mission to kill these Catastrophe of the Magic Fog monsters appeared.

“In five days at the earliest, seven at the latest, kill the Fourth Level Mutated Bodies coming nearby to use as kindling for the bonfire…”

Colin sat on a wooden chair inside the Church, stroked his chin, and guessed that this disaster wouldn’t be too difficult as the mission details recommended D Level Personnel for the operation.

He wasn’t a D Level Personnel, but he might as well be!

However, that information would come after five days; he still had more than ten days to prepare, maybe even enough time to ascend to a true D Level…

“If it weren’t for the lack of time, I could go right now to warm wine and slay monsters.”

Colin joked casually, then silently awaited the countdown for this descent’s return to end on his retinal display.

Meanwhile, in a room inside the Church, Little Red stared blankly at the people in front of the bonfire, especially at the figure who had rescued her, lost in thought.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Colin turned his head. Little Red quickly pulled her head back as if guilty, and it took several seconds before she gathered the courage to peer out from the edge of the door and continue watching.

But this time, she was taken aback; the people in front of the bonfire had disappeared…

“Gone?” Little Red couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.

Even though Colin had warned that they might come tomorrow or in a few days, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss and even anxiety.

After a while, she dejectedly went back to the straw bed Colin had made for her and picked up a small notebook.

It contained some math homework Colin had translated for her…

“If I finish it, will he come back?”

Little Red used her small hand to count on five fingers, using the arithmetic that Colin had taught her, and frowned as she worked out the addition and subtraction problems within ten on the notebook.

After a while, she finally completed the day’s homework.

Then, noticing that it had become night outside, she ate something casually and went back to her little bed to sleep. But, pausing, she sat up, brought her hands to her chest, and said her evening prayer innocently:

“The most special, the most revered, the kind, all that is good comes from him, who I long for, Mr. Colin… brother.”

She had never believed in gods, but she had heard the prayers of other Cultists; so she modified them for her own use.

Gods wouldn’t provide her with a place to live, food to eat, or a sense of safety.

But, Colin would…

After her simple prayer routine, she crawled back into bed, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

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At a certain distance away, some people, through the vast space and darkness, seemed to gaze towards the nascent town.

Some whispered exchanges arose among them.

“Are you sure we’ve found her…?”

“Not certain, but around a dozen days ago, when the disaster struck here, that presence was indeed detected. It may have been an accidental use of her powers for self-preservation, and if not mistaken, she could have blended in with the inferior humans. That way, she might have gone to the town, and perhaps we could try to look for her directly…”

“The Grand Duke has warned us not to probe carelessly, not to cause any misunderstandings…”

“Is caution really necessary? This is The Kingdom of Knights, our territory, after all. That’s just an unfamiliar wild Church…”

“No, it’s not about whether caution is necessary, but that it’s imperative to proceed cautiously. We must not offend, because the wild Church you speak of has recently initiated a ‘God Descent’.”

This statement was followed by a long silence.

“Is the source of this information reliable…?” the voice asked, growing somewhat hoarse.

“After multiple confirmations, yes. The branches of the Three Teachings have already classified them as orthodox and are preparing to send Ambassadors. The Grand Duke will also soon acknowledge their legitimate status in the Northern Territory.”

Another silence ensued, and they all knew what this meant.

Ahead was a “God”!

And a “God” that could even make the Three Teachings take the initiative to yield!

This meant that whatever their next actions were, they couldn’t cause any misunderstanding with that “Mr. Colin.”

For he represented the voice of “God” on earth!

According to Calder and others’ description, he has the authority to actively trigger a “God Descent,” a position that may be even higher than that of a Saintess!

“However, our target isn’t the Church, nor is it him. When the time comes, using the Catastrophe of the Magic Fog as our cover, we could go in under the guise of offering help, and try to find…”

“Yes.”

“All for our King’s coronation.”

“Praise be to our King!”

The crowd voiced their devotion sincerely.

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“Still three hours, as unyielding as ever.”

Colin, unaware that in this Other World some saw his status akin to that of a Saint Heir, first checked the wall when he awoke, noting that only three hours had passed in the real world.

“You’ve woken up, Mr. Colin.” A maid with exquisitely near-perfect features and two cat ears politely greeted Colin, “Shall I prepare some afternoon tea?”

‘She’s really like a maid now…’

Colin nodded, indicating he’d like something to eat, feeling that he needed to put on some weight.

Otherwise, at one meter seventy-eight and just over one hundred pounds, his physique and appearance depended entirely on loose clothing to embellish, which was indeed not ideal.

Later, Colin looked over the parchment and saw the mission rewards were quite good: “Four Silver Task Certificates, over six thousand Points, and one Talent Lottery Ticket.

Unfortunately, the lottery ticket drew a rubbish Talent, so it’s as if I got nothing.”

“Besides that newly appeared mission to kill a Mutated Body, there’s also investigating ‘Hunger’; with this, the minor missions of ‘World Code-13’ are mostly cleared up…”

Looking at the much cleaner mission column on the parchment, Colin felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

“I’ve received the rewards from those ‘Brave Ones’ missions too, but calling them up is a bit troublesome.”

Colin rubbed his forehead; Lin Yilan told him that she knew how to perform the surgery but didn’t dare to because she had limited clinical experience, with what little she had being from several years ago.

Moreover, the ‘Heroes’ weren’t just dealing with one or two cut muscle bundles; almost the entire musculature had been severed, so reconnecting it was no minor surgery.

Given the stringent conditions on-site, if bleeding or infection occurred, there was a high likelihood they would die on the spot.

While “Mark of Gluttony” did wonders for minor cuts, healing even cerebral hemorrhages and appendicitis quickly, it couldn’t do much once surgery was needed, even for simple dislocations, fractures, or even hernias.

To put it bluntly, its strength lay solely in healing effects…

Just then,

“Mr. Colin, you seem to be troubled by something. Is there something I can assist you with?” the cat-eared maid asked.

“Not really… Huh?”

Colin suddenly remembered that “Nano Intellectual Mechanisms” could be stored in the “Storage Room,” which would solve the surgery problem, right?

“Actually, there is something. Do you know how to perform surgery?”

“I can, but I specialize in precise surgeries, eradication of viruses or treatment of divine contamination. I don’t have much to offer for genetic diseases or ischemia caused by major bleeding,” she explained.

“This… Isn’t that just right?”

Colin decided to bring this cat-eared maid along next time.

At this moment, he realized he hadn’t properly understood the maid’s capabilities.

After closing the window and having a good understanding, Colin noticed that the capabilities of this “Nano Intellectual Mechanism” were somewhat omnipotent. It could farm, even integrate with plants to assist in nutrient absorption, it could perform medical treatment, even terminal cancer was not a problem for it, and it could help with construction…

The only regret was that he currently lacked the conditions to establish their production line.

Its self-assembling lines, prepared with enough materials, could only manufacture offspring mechs far inferior to itself, and due to their scant numbers here, it would take a considerable amount of time to establish a production line, possibly years.

By the time the line was perfected to copy the Nano Intellectual Mechanism itself, the year might have rolled around to 2044.

And she still had tens of tons of Nano Intellectual Mechanism left in “The Seventh Box Garden World,” which Colin couldn’t retrieve.

“Seems I have to wait until the national level overcomes this technology.”

Colin glanced at the box on the floor, took a deep breath, took out his phone to hurry Old Master Wu to send someone over to collect the goods, but then, feeling something, he looked out the window and locked eyes with someone.

A middle-aged figure in a black hat, black clothes, and black eyes, standing with a cane, with many strange black threads trailing behind him connected to who knows what…

He stood on a streetlamp, nodding to Colin who sat at home.

The people around seemed to not notice this man on the streetlamp.

And in that instant, Colin was certain this was an Eighth Level “Fate Propeller” among the Extraordinary Ones.

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ps: A bit unfortunate, not successful, 908 votes, but it was the closest attempt yet.

Also, regarding the feedback from everyone, I will try to pay attention as much as possible.